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

I give Emily a more-playful-than-painful slap across the side of her breast, and enjoy her little gasp, the wobble of her breast, and the pink that flushes her pale skin. I lean in, rub her nose with mine, and smile into her eyes before I slap her harder. Her squeak makes my cock twitch even though I just came.

“I’m not at all happy with him,” I say to Harry, continuing to smile down at Emily as I change my angle and swat the soft underside of her breast. “If you think there’s more I should be doing, I’m open to suggestions.”

Harry clears his throat. “The house subs—”

I shoot him a side-eye. This is becoming a familiar refrain.

“Ryan’s Master of Training,” I say, tipping my hand to catch Emily’s nipple with each slap, drawing more of those delicious gasps out of her.

Harry grunts. “And you have your hands full.”

“Yes, I do.” I give Emily another Eskimo kiss before I change my angle again, sweeping down with every slap so I scrape her reddened nipple with the ridges of my fingers. Emily squeaks breathily.

Franco finishes on Pence’s face with a hoarse groan and I give Harry the nod.

“We’re going to give the boy a half-hour break,” Harry announces. There’s one final, deep pop from Nico’s single-tail, then Pence is surrounded by Doms, rubbing him down, checking his restraints.

Pleased he’s being looked after, I flip back Emily’s binkie so I can slap her between her legs. Her squeal is loud over the murmurs of the Doms. Her shudder is delectable.

“I’m concerned,” Harry says quietly, his attention on me and Emily. “This scene might be giving him what he’s looking for, even if it’s not the way he wants it.”

I nod while rhythmically slapping Emily’s wet cunt. “Too much attention.”

That’s always the problem with punishing a submissive who is acting out for attention with anything other than isolation.

The little girl in my arms is doing anything but acting out for attention. She’s shivering, writhing, but biting down on her lip to keep silent, so she doesn’t disturb the conversation. My little angel. I give her the reward she deserves, thrusting my fingers into her channel and flicking them up against the spot guaranteed to drive her insane. When she trembles on the edge for a long moment, I work my thumb over the swollen button of her clit. She bites back a scream before arching against my arm.

Harry grunts, low and pleased. He and I have talked before about the pleasure of seeing a submissive orgasm at their Dom’s hand, no matter who the Dom is, or the submissive.

I nuzzle Emily’s throat as she comes down from the heights I’ve pushed her to. As her body relaxes and her head comes back up, I catch her mouth in a deep kiss.

Once I release her lips, she lies in the curve of my arm, her head lolling and her eyelids fluttering as she fights off a post-orgasmic doze. I kiss her soft throat and enjoy the slowing beat of her pulse against my lips.

“Rest for a minute, baby doll,” I whisper to her, rubbing my wet fingers over her lips. Her little, pink tongue flicks out, catching our mingled flavors. She sighs happily as she snuggles back against my arm.

I pull her binkie back up over her to keep her warm and give Harry my attention. “Javier’s already sentenced him to that cage until Sunday. That’s not exactly good attention.”

Harry chews on the fuzz of graying beard below his lip. “No. And he does love his orgasms.”

“Couple of days in a cock cage and orgasm restriction, on top of tonight’s scene, seems like enough to me,” I say.

“Does it?” Harry asks. “If Emily resists coming here in the future, will you feel the same way?”

I kiss my dozing baby doll’s forehead and smile when she cuddles closer.

“She won’t. Emmy’s not like that.”

She won’t because I’ve told her several times how much I’ve enjoyed returning to my club now that I have her to play with. Her desire to please me might mask any damage Pence’s actions have caused. That’s something I’ll have to watch for, but that’s between me and Emily.

“You’ve got a good girl there,” Harry says.

“I know.”

We’re both silent a moment while we watch Pence. He’s beginning to recover. Color’s back in his cheeks and he’s no longer hanging limp in the pillory. He makes eye contact with Dana as she wipes off his face.

“He should be fine for round two,” I say to Harry.

“He’ll be fine for round two, three, four, and five. He’s tougher than his skinny ass looks.” Harry grunts. “I’m not satisfied, though. I might have a word with Karl. See what else we can come up with.”

I chuckle. “Do your worst. I almost feel sorry for the shithead.” Emily stirs at my chuckle and I lean in to rub noses with her. “What about you, baby doll? You ready for round two?”

She blinks up at me groggily. “But, Daddy, we’re already on round four.”

I tug her binkie down and pinch one soft nipple. “Oh, no, little girl. Your night’s just getting started.”

She squeaks, and wriggles, and grins.

Chapter Nine Emily

My daddy is awesome. And fucking scary.

I never, ever want to be on the receiving end of Logan’s brand of pissed-off sadism. Six hours of punishment. Good Lord above. The longest punishment I’ve ever received was overnight. Lew put me in uncomfortable bondage and made me sleep in it after I’d snapped at him over something stupid. Not that I got much sleep, because uncomfortable became agonizing as the hours ticked by. But I was resting and Lew left me alone. Pence was bound and collared and beaten and fucked, for six hours.

The whole fire and ice theme was kind of brilliant, especially since I think Logan came up with it on the spur of the moment. I don’t need to overhear him talking to Master Niall to know that the