The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) 📕

“Emily, did Rachel say anything to you directly?”

“No, Daddy.”

“Did she say anything to Pence or stop him from insulting me?”

“No, Daddy, she just laughed.”

I heard that. “Uh-huh. I’ll deal with her later, but you first, boy. What is Blunts?”

“Um, I don’t understand the question, sir.”

I give him a hard shake by the hair to help kick-start his fucking brains. He yelps.

“What is Blunts?”

“It-it’s a club, sir.”

“It’s a club. A club where Dominants come to indulge our kink in a safe place where we’re not judged by vanillas who don’t understand us. Are you a top, boy?”

We’re interrupted by Bull exiting the Dom’s changing room. He’s pulled on leathers over his knee support and slings a toy bag over his shoulder as he sweeps the scene with his eyes. The corner of his mouth kicks up. He taps Pence’s forehead as he walks past. “You’re fucked now. Can’t say you haven’t had it coming. Logan, enjoy your evening.”

“You, too, Bull. Pence, answer me.”

“Uh, no, sir?”

“Are you asking me a question? Think hard and answer me. Are you a fucking top? Are you a member of this club?”

Bull chuckles as he walks away. I’m glad he finds this amusing, because I really do not. In fact, I’ve completely had my fill of impudent, manipulative, unkind subs. Maybe Maude and Javier are right about the house subs. They need a broom taking to them, and not in a fun way.

“No, sir! Sorry, sir. I’m not a member.”

“That’s right. You’re an employee. You’re hired to help create the safe place where the members can enjoy their kinks. Have you done your job tonight? Have you made this a safe place where I can bring my submissive and be her daddy? Have you done that?”

“No.” His chin quivers. “No, sir. I’m sorry, sir. I haven’t.”

“No, you fucking haven’t. By insulting my kink and my submissive, you make me not want to come here. You make Emily not want to come here. You make this an unsafe place, a fearful place, for us. Is that your job as a house submissive? Is that what my membership dues pay for?”

He bites his lips, and I can tell it’s to keep from crying, but his tears haven’t even started yet.

“I’m sorry, sir. I’m sorry!”

“You will be. Get up, go to the Stocks, kneel, and wait for me. You don’t look at anyone. You don’t talk to anyone. And if I don’t find you exactly where I’ve told you to be when I come to find you, whether that’s five minutes from now or five fucking days from now, don’t even consider showing your face inside this club again. Am I absolutely clear?”

“Yes, sir.” His face crumples and the waterworks start. I give him a final shake and a shove to send him on his way. He scrambles to his feet but evidently doesn’t have the common-sense God gave a fucking goat, because as he’s backing away from me, he says, “I’m supposed to do a scene with Master Harold, sir.”

I pin him with a glare. “Did I ask you where you’re supposed to be? That’s a day’s wages. Want to keep testing me?”

“No, sir!” His brains finally catch up with him, and he flees down the corridor.

I move to Emily and put my hand down into her line of sight. She slips her soft little fingers into mine. When I pull her upwards, she rises into my arms. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

She’s not shaking or pale, and her skin is warm against mine. I kiss her forehead. “Were you scared, or just upset, by what he said and did?”

Emily was bullied, horribly bullied, in high school, and while she’s not showing any signs that Pence’s behavior has triggered her, the last time something really triggered her, we ended up with her hyperventilating on the bathroom floor.

I’d like to avoid a repeat of that.

“Just upset but I promise it’s not too much, Daddy. Pence hasn’t ever been nice to me, so I don’t care what he says. It made me a little nervous when he came near me, but I knew you were next door, and if I screamed, you’d hear me.”

Fuck that.

“Emmy, I don’t want to put you in situations where you feel so threatened you need to scream for me to rescue you. This is supposed to be a safe place, and Rachel’s bitchy little clique is fucking that up. This stops now. Rachel’s gone as of tomorrow, but I’m going to teach Pence a lesson tonight. A very harsh lesson. Something he will not forget. Something that will get back to all the other house subs and make them think twice about fucking with you. Do you want to stay with me while I do that, or would you like to find Maude and spend some time with her instead?”

She lifts her face and her eyes search mine. “What do you want me to do?”

“I’d like you to stay with me. I might even use your presence as part of the punishment. But I’m not kidding about this being a harsh lesson. Pence is going to scream and cry and be in a great deal of pain before I’m done with him. If it will upset you to see that, I’m not going to make you stay.”

“I’d like to stay with you. Thank you for giving me a choice.”

I kiss her forehead again. “Good girl. I’m going to set up and I’d like you to do some things for me while I do.” At her nod, I give her instructions, knowing she’ll be listening carefully to each word. “First, go to Austin. Tell him there’s been a change of plans. I’m releasing the Blue Harem Room and I’ll be using the Stocks tonight until closing. Tell him it’s a black and red scene with a gold star. Ask Austin to have a bucket of ice sent up from the kitchens. Then ask him which room Master Harold is in. When he tells you, go there, curtsey