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

training. You may elaborate. You don’t have to use an honorific each time.”

I hadn’t planned to put her in High Protocol for our scene tonight, but she’s been so quiet since she came out of the changing room that I’m a little worried about her. She surrenders most into my control when I exercise it most strongly, so being very formal with her feels right. That’s not a form of submission I’ve experienced before. Most of my bottoms have made me fight them for control; Emily presents her submission to me on a platter. There is no right or wrong way to submit, and as many different forms of submission as there are submissives, but I like Emily’s version very much. I can see how much the formality relaxes her. That lets me relax and enjoy controlling her in a way I haven’t before.

“I’ve been able to hold you down my throat for more than a count of thirty a few times,” she offers quietly. “And a count of fifteen without gagging.”

“Good girl. What’s the hardest for you?”

“Holding you down without gagging.”

“Uh-huh.” I squeeze her fingers. “Tonight, we’re going to work on both: how long you can hold me down, and how long you can go without gagging. What do I want you to focus on?”

“Daddy’s pleasure.”

“That’s right. If you start to struggle, hum and I’ll help you. Keep your eyes on mine as long as you can.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s my sweetie. You may hear some noises behind you. Ignore Pence. Stay focused on me.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

“Give me a kiss to start the scene, then take my cock out and put a ring on me before you take me in your mouth.”

She leans up to press a soft kiss on my lips. I cup the back of her head and hold her for a longer kiss. Her little hands steal down into my lap, stroking my thighs and cock, which has been at half-mast since I made Pence kneel. Emily knows just how I like to be touched and brings me fully erect with a few firm strokes and pinches. I release her so she can free my cock from my pants. While she’s tucking the soft cotton under my balls, I fish a cock ring out of my toy bag and hand it to her.

She licks all over my glans and down my shaft before she fits the cock ring over me. Velvety, wet touches of her tongue. She’s not one for messy blow jobs, my baby doll. I let her keep it neat for now; when I want to really muss her up, I’ll fuck her face.

A high whine from Pence makes me flick my eyes up from the mesmerizing sight of Emily lapping at my scrotum. Dana gives me a serene smile over the wooden crossbeam of the pillory as she closes her red-tipped fingers over the edge and uses it as leverage to sink her monster strap-on slowly into Pence.

That’s a boy who’s going to have a sore ass tomorrow.

I give her an answering smile before turning my attention back to my girl. When I meet Emily’s eyes and she sees she has my attention again, she changes her technique, licking up the underside of my cock with her tongue pointed. My balls tighten.

“That feels so good, my baby. Take me in your mouth now. Don’t forget Daddy’s balls.”

She nods eagerly, tongue lapping at the ridge of my head while her fingertips slide along the taut sac. She begins pinching lightly, then harder as I encourage her with a groan. Her warm, wet mouth closes over my glans, her tongue pressing perfectly on that sensitive spot where the head meets my shaft. Oh, my good girl. I cup her head, stroking her forehead with my thumb, to reward her.

A hand on my shoulder breaks my concentration.

“What do we have here?” Javier asks.

“Pence thought it would be a good idea to bully Emily and wave his dick at her while they were in the changing rooms,” I tell him. “So, instead of the scene I had planned, Pence is tonight’s entertainment. Anyone can punish him until closing. Dana’s warming up his ass with some cinnamon oil and we’ve got a bucket of ice ready to cool him down when she’s done.”

Javier’s hand tightens. “Is Emily okay?”

I stroke my baby doll’s hair. “She will be.”

“I see.” Javier moves around me and heads towards Pence, an expression of predatory antagonism sharpening his patrician features.

I haven’t seen Javier interact with Pence much. I don’t know if Pence is guilty of some other malfeasance, or if his bullying of Emily has launched Javier into overdrive. What I do know is that Pence squeals around the ball gag as he watches Javier stalk towards him and his fear is probably justified.

Javier stops in front of Pence, standing beside Harry.

“Your work?” He nods at the cock cage Pence is wearing.

“Ayuh.” Harry’s lost most of his Maine accent, but every now and then it peeks through.

“Good work.”

Javier moves forward and unbuckles the posture collar and ball gag. Pence works his jaw before opening his mouth, presumably to express his thanks at being out of the gag, but he doesn’t get the words out before Javier slaps him across the face.

It’s an open-handed slap, on the hollow of Pence’s cheek rather than on the bone, so it probably won’t even leave a bruise. Pence wails anyway.

“I warned you,” Javier says. “What did I say?”

“Th-the next time I played out for attention it wuh-wouldn’t go well for me,” Pence blubbers.

“That’s right. How’s it feeling?”

“Huh-hurts, sir. Puh-please, my dick—”

“Your dick’s caught in a steel trap, from the looks of it.” Javier cups Pence’s chin. “I think we’ll make that permanent for the foreseeable future. Whenever you’re in the club, until Sunday at midnight, you’re in the cage. Hear me?”

“Nuh-no, please, sir.”

“Time for begging’s past, boy. Take a deep breath and get ready to hold it. Or not. I don’t mind if you choke.” Javier unzips his suit pants, pulls