The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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Then I flee, one step at a time, out of the restaurant and down the hall to the bathroom.
* * *
Iβm sitting on the toilet seat when he knocks. I open the door with a shaking hand and step back to let him enter.
βSir, Iβm really, really sorry,β I say quickly.
He reaches out and shapes my cheek with this hand, even while he moves forward, backing me up towards the sink. βThatβs a good girl. I accept your apology. I donβt like it when my girl throws my gifts in my face. I need to make sure it doesnβt happen again. You have to be kept focused, donβt you?β
βUh, yes, sir?β
βYou donβt sound sure.β
βI would like to be focused, sir. I justβIβm afraid.β
βI know you are, sweetheart. This is where trust begins between us.β
Oh.
I donβt know why that calms me, but it does. The horrible knot that was tightening in my belly loosens. I stop backing away from him, so he bumps into me. Instead of pushing me away, he pulls me into his arms, and I feel safe. Even though I know heβs going to discipline meβprobably not in a fun wayβIβm safe. I turn my face into his shoulder and whisper, βYes, Daddy.β
βThatβs my girl. Have you worn a plug before?β
βNo, Daddy.β
Matthew wasnβt interested in anal play and Iβve made it a hard limit with my other Doms. Why, why, why didnβt I make it a hard limit with Logan?
βBend over the sink, pull up your skirt and pull down your panties.β
I squeeze my eyes closed for a second, then I turn and do exactly as heβs said.
He makes me stand bare-assed for a long minute, not saying anything, although I can hear his steady breathing. My sphincter keeps twitching, which Iβm sure he can see. He can probably also see how wet Iβm getting.
βSir,β I finally whimper. βIβm very, very sorry I disrespected you. It wasnβt intentional. It wonβt happen again. Iβll be more focused.β
βHow will you stay focused, Emily?β he asks softly.
Oh, God, I think that soft tone of his is worse than anything else. It feels like a lash across my brain.
βIβll remember this, sir. Iβll remember how angry you are. I donβt want you to be angry with me. I want to be your good girl.β
βYou are very responsive to praise,β he says. βBut I think you might need a bit more to help you focus. Have you done any anal training, Emily?β
My sphincter doesnβt just twitch, it locks up like a fist. βI havenβt done an enema or anything. Iβm not prepared.β
βYou wonβt need one tonight. Iβll always tell you if you need to do something to prepare.β
I hear him move, a soft shifting of fabric, that tailored suit heβs wearing that makes him look like a million bucks, so much classier than Rick in his pimp suit. Then I hear the tear of foil. Is that a condom? Is he going to fuck me? I thought he said he wanted privacy for our first time together. I donβt want it to be in a bathroom. And I really, really donβt want our first time to be in my ass.
But what touches me through the latex isnβt his cock, itβs a fingertip. The condomβs lubricated, and he works the slickness over and over my sphincter with the pad of his finger. I donβt know when I start whimpering, only that by the time he presses his finger into me, Iβm making lost, helpless noises and gripping the edges of the sink.
βWhat experience have you had with this, Emily?β he asks, and his voice isnβt soft anymore. Itβs rough and hot.
βI tried anal sex twice with my ex-husband.β I gulp at the memory. It didnβt go well. We were both drunk each time: Ash because he wouldnβt push me for anal unless heβd been out drinking with the guys, me because I wouldnβt agree to it without a lot of liquid courage. The first time, he didnβt get it in and we gave up and just had regular sex. The second time he was more determined. He rammed it in and my rectum prolapsed as he pulled back. After a half-hour of sobbing and bleeding on the bathroom floor, I finally managed to stuff it back inside. Thatβs not an experience I want to repeat. βOne of my Doms used anal beads.β
βDid you like the love beads?β
βYes.β I did, despite my trepidation, and Ben praised me for weeks for overcoming my fears. Then he got himself a younger, blonder model, presumably without my hang-ups.
βWeβre going to do anal training, Emily. I think it will keep you very focused.β
Oh, God, isnβt there a better way to keep me focused? I shake my head, dropping it to hang between my shoulders as I brace against the sink.
βWeβre going to start with thirty minutes tonight,β he continues. βIβll check in with you every five minutes. If you feel like youβre going to lose control of your bowels, you have permission to immediately go to the bathroom. Iβll follow and help you as soon as I see you go. You donβt need to wait. Do you understand?β
βYes, sir.β But I donβt. Are we going to walk around for a half an hour with his finger up my ass? If so, heβll be the first one to know if I lose control of my bowels.
βGood girl. I feel you getting very tense with my finger in you. I want you to brace your forearms against the backsplash and try to loosen-up your shoulders. Focus on your neck and shoulders and getting each muscle to relax. Can you do that for me?β
βIβll try, sir.β Thereβs a wide, white lip of tile at the back of the sink. I cross my arms on the lip and rest my forehead on them. Leaning forward and taking the weight off my
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