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

spiced beef and lettuce to his lips. Would Logan like it if I touched him that way? No, he’d tell me. That’s one of the most wonderful things about this level of submission. I don’t need to say or do anything unless Daddy tells me to. My mind can just relax. No hateful voices whispering to me. No worries tearing at me. Blissful blankness.

I nuzzle into Logan’s thigh and he slides his hand under my chin, tipping my head back so he can look into my face. His eyes meet mine, and his ignite. He loves my submission. How many times has he told me how important it is to him? I’ve lost count, but it’s a lot.

I blink up at him for a long time, enraptured by the dark heat in his gaze. I know my whole soul is bare to him right now. He can see everything. The love. The gratitude. I don’t try to hide anything. Logan already knows me better than any of my previous Doms. If there’s something he hasn’t seen before, he can have it now.

I’m his.

Finally, he leans down and kisses me. Still looking into my eyes, he says, “Count backwards with me from five. Then you’ll rise, clear the table, and bring the next course. After I feed you, you can go back into subspace. I’m very proud of you, sweetheart.”

He hasn’t asked me a question, and I retain enough presence of mind, even swimming in bliss, not to break High Protocol. I nod so he knows I’ve heard and understood him.

He smiles into my eyes before he says, “Five.”

I count with him, and when we reach one, I rise off my cushion and pad into the kitchen. Austin follows me. Together, we plate up the pork chops, couscous and sesame pak choi that I’ve made for the entrée. Austin, who did his own stint as a waiter in college, carries three plates expertly, while I carry two. He puts Miranda’s plate in front of her, then he and I kneel between our Doms, lift the plates above our heads and carefully set them in front of each Dom. Austin gesture-coached me before we presented the first course this way. It goes down just as well this time. I’m glowing again by the time I settle back onto the pillow beside Logan’s chair.

Over the clink of silverware, the four Doms continue their conversation. Although Mistress Dana said she wanted to hear about Miranda’s life in London, that didn’t even last through the first course. Since then, Miranda hasn’t contributed much to the conversation, except in weighty glares. The four Doms have been talking about Blunts, and although I don’t understand everything they’re talking about, Maude and Dana are as supportive as Javier of the age-play night and turning one of the theme rooms into a nursery. That adds to my happy glow. While I wasn’t upset by what Mistress Caddy said, particularly after Javier told us about her history, I was a little worried that maybe the other Blunts Doms didn’t want me around.

“Make sure rectal thermometers are part of the nursery equipment,” Mistress Dana says to Logan. “Little boys and girls need their temperatures taken before they get their bedtime medicine.”

Her voice always has this laughing lilt. Even when she was pounding Pence with that strap-on that looked thicker than Logan’s forearm. She’s kind of terrifying. But Austin’s looking at her like she’s his personal miracle, so she must not terrify him. Or maybe she does, in the best way.

“That will definitely be part of the nursery supplies,” Daddy says. “Along with enema bags to make sure our littles stay regular, and cloth diapers.”

“Mmm,” Mistress Dana says throatily. “Old school.”

“Environmentally conscious,” Daddy responds, eliciting chuckles from the other three Doms.

“I hope this will be a permanent addition,” Master Javier says. “There will be some resistance from a certain faction of our house submissives. Resistance that will take several visits to the naughty stool to overcome.”

That gets more chuckles. I’m sure Master Javier is thinking of Rachel’s clique, and although Daddy says Rachel won’t be around much longer to offer any resistance, Briar Rose and Pence won’t be at all happy if they’re put in diapers. I’m not actually sure how more flexible subbies will deal with it, either. Lucy’s friendly now, but how will she feel after one of the Doms has given her an enema and put her in diapers because of me? What about the ultra-sophisticated subbies like Skye and Zuki, who both dance in the night club, and have barely deigned to say hello to me? They won’t ever thaw if they find out I’m the reason they had to spend a night in diapers.

Just as worry begins to bubble through the good food in my tummy, Daddy’s warm hand lands on my head.

“Emily, where’s your focus? You may elaborate.”

I know where my focus should be. That’s not where it is, though.

Shit.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m just worried the house subbies might resent me if they’re made to do age-play and hate it.”

“Ah.” Daddy strokes my head. “Is that what I want you thinking about tonight? You may elaborate.”

Across the table, Miranda gives a fake, ugly laugh. I keep my eyes down and my back straight, but everything in me wants to glare back at her. Mir-Witch.

“No, Daddy. I’m very sorry. My mind should only be on you. I’ll do better.”

He pinches my chin gently and lifts my head so I meet his eyes. “What do I want you to do? You may elaborate.”

Fuck. He’s not going to let me off. He never does. Logan’s serious with consequences, and it makes me cringe to think he’s going to plug me at the table with Miranda gloating the whole time.

But I knew where he wanted my mind, and I let myself become distracted. I blew it. Now I need to pay the piper.

“You want me to go get Stanley, is that right, Daddy?”

“Yes, it is,” he says, so deep and