The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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βThat one,β Ryan says, flicking his whip across the shoulders of the already whipped hound. βIt may be his only chance to get between a womanβs thighs tonight, at the rate heβs going.β
βYeah! Cβmon, pretty girl. Mount up!β The hound tries to crawl forward, but the ankle chain yanks his right leg out from under him. βFuck, Pete! Work with me here!β He yells at the man nearest him.
βEnough talking,β Ryan says, flicking his whip across the back of each hound, to yelps and curses. βDog noises only. Give Emily a smooth ride or Iβll whip you bloody.β
The men growl and bark while I help Emily onto the back of the talkative hound. Once sheβs seated, with me still holding her hand for balance, Ryan whips his hounds again, snapping the thighs and ass of the man Emilyβs riding but carefully avoiding my girlβs tender skin. Ryan really is a master of the horse-whip.
βSince youβve lost the fox, you imbeciles, turn around and head back the way you came. Weβll try to pick up her scent,β Ryan says, between whip-cracks. The group shuffles and bumps as they about-face. I hold Emilyβs hand and walk beside her. She giggles and slides on the houndβs sweaty, oily back. She grabs a handful of his hair and, at my urging, kicks him with her Mary Janes as though she was applying spurs to a horse. Her hound curses colorfully but scrambles a little faster and I release her hand once it looks like she has him under control. I fall back a few steps to enjoy the show.
Once he has the group turned around and headed back up the hallway, where the βfoxβ doubtless will be waiting for them, Ryan falls into step beside me. βGood to see you, brother. You in town for a while?β
I shake my head. βJust until Thursday.β
βShame. Whenβre you back? Tania was just saying that we havenβt seen you in months. She wants to feed you.β He snaps his whip almost lazily across the back of one of the hounds, sending the man sprawling and the rest of the group stumbling. Emily squeals and giggles as her hound struggles to stay upright. βYouβre welcome to bring your girl. Tania would love to meet her.β
I chuckle. βYou donβt have to bribe me, Ry. Weβre back on the nineteenth. How about Thursday of that week?β
βThatβs a date.β
βHowβs Tania doing?β
βEh.β Ryan shrugs, and cracks his whip again. βThird trimesterβs no fun for her. Sheβs swollen and cranky and constipated. Great for me, though.β He gives me a grin that has brought countless of our house subs to their knees. βThe titty fairy has come again. You know I love that, and Taniaβs unbelievably horny. I have to peel her off my dick just to go to work. Iβd keep her pregnant all the time if I could.β
Since this is their third child in four years, heβs not doing so badly in that department.
βHow are Ellie and Elise?β I ask, referring to his daughters.
βGreat. Leese announced yesterday that sheβs going to be the first American princess and sit on the throne in Washington.β
I chuckle. βYouβre so screwed, Papi.β
βDonβt I know it?β Ryan snaps his whip again and shouts to the hounds as the βfoxβ appears from between two busts of illustrious founding members, shakes her tail at us, and prances away down the corridor. The pack begins baying, and scrambling, and slipping.
Ryan shakes his head and lets the pack pull a little distance ahead of us.
βIs Tessa going to let them catch her?β I ask.
βDoubtful. You know what a tease she is. These guys canβt get it together for ten whole feet. Iβve already told the girls in the spa to be ready to give them the royal treatment. Their knees arenβt the only thing thatβll be blue by the end of the hour.β
I chuckle. βWho are they?β
βBunch of ad execs who want to play at kink. Alan told me to make sure they had fun but nothing too crazy, so I thought weβd hunt Tessa. If they manage to catch her, which I doubt, sheβll be happy to show the winner a trick or two while I send the rest of them to the spa.β He snaps his whip at a straggler, catching him across the backs of his thighs, which really gets him moving. βTell me about your new girl. Give me the deets, as Tania would say.β
βI only met her yesterday. This is our first real dateββ
βYou brought her here on your first date?β
I shrug. βRick Errol called in a favor.β
Ryan scowls. βLook, I know heβs a good clientββ
βDonβt.β Weβve argued about Rick before. I know Ryan voted against his membership. Iβve tried not to let it affect our friendship. βDoes Emily look like sheβs having a bad time?β
I wave my hand at my little girl, who is whooping and giggling as she rides her hound.
βNo,β Ryan concedes. βIs she a slave?β
I shake my head. βSheβs a little.β
Ryan raises an eyebrow. βI didnβt realize you were into that. Daddy Logan, huh?β
Hearing it from Ryan doesnβt feel nearly as good as hearing it from Emily, but I shrug off the weirdness. Itβs still new. βI might be into anything sheβs into. The Daddy-Dom thing? Blows my mind. Everything clicks.β
βGood, great. That shit after Christmas? I know it was really rough. Iβm glad youβre dating again.β
I clap him on the shoulder. βThanks.β
Ahead of us, the hounds skid to a jumbled halt. Emily applies her heels to her mount like sheβs riding the Kentucky Derby, but the hound can only slip around a few feet, hobbled by his ankle chains.
βTheyβve lost her again,β Ryan says, shaking his head.
βNiche behind Fowlerβs portrait?β I ask, referring to one of the many hiding places in this part of the gallery.
βAir vent under the Hues bust, I think, but theyβre so slow, she could be anywhere. Iβll get them past the statue of Teigan and then turn them around again.β
βOkay, good
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