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

Nothing heavy. Nothing kinky. Nothing deep. Just the quiet, normal conversation that arises from two entwined lives.

I want this. Every day. For the rest of my life. I want the comfort and certainty of ending each day with Emily in my arms.

I pick up her small hand and spread her fingers between mine. She doesn’t wear any rings on her left hand, and any impression from her wedding rings faded long ago. I lift her hand to my lips and kiss her ring finger.

“Mistress Maude told me you like pink diamonds,” I say.

“Pink’s my daddy’s favorite color,” she says, tipping her head back to smile up at me. “Besides, white diamonds look cold. Like the White Witch in Narnia. I bet she wears white diamonds. Brr.”

Her illustrative shiver makes me chuckle. I kiss her finger again. “I think you need a pink diamond right here.”

Her breath catches. The big, baby eyes skewer my heart.

“Daddy?” she whispers.

I kiss her finger again. “Something to think about, little girl. Wearing Daddy’s ring as well as Daddy’s collar.”

“I don’t need to think about it.”

I hold her eyes for a moment. When I’m sure she means she wants my ring, a tension in my chest that’s been knotted like shibari rope releases.

“Then I’ll find a pink diamond in time for our three-month anniversary.”

“Really?” she breathes.

“Really. I never want you to have another moment’s doubt about how much you mean to me, or what place you have in my life.”

She reaches out to wrap her right arm around my neck, but winces at the movement. I pull up her knees so she’s curled in my lap, not putting any strain on her groin, and give her a deep, sweet kiss.

When I let her up for air, she rubs noses with me and smiles into my eyes. That’s a very happy smile.

* * *

I lose her smile in the night, when she wakes, sobbing, at oh-three-hundred, but find it again in the morning.

Her weight, more than the time or the light sneaking around the edges of the blinds, wakes me. She’s inched up on top of me in her sleep again. No drool, though. The thought makes me chuckle.

She begins to stir, mumbling as she comes up from deep sleep. I rub her back to ease her into wakefulness. “’Morning, my sweet love.”

“Good morning, Daddy.” She gives me a wide, sleepy smile before she scrubs at her eyes and kisses my chest. “Can I worship you?”

I cuddle her to me. “We’ll talk about that in minute. First things first. How did you sleep?”

I expected another nightmare after the stresses of yesterday. As soon as her crying woke me, I wrapped her in her fuzzy and rocked her in my arms until she calmed down. Around shy suckles on my thumb, she told me about her nightmare: being pecked to death by a flock of blue-eyed crows. I don’t have to be Jung to figure out that dream. The only surprise is that I wasn’t in it, given that I was her most recent tormentor. But my baby doll is nothing if not forgiving.

“Good, Daddy. Thank you for taking care of me in the night.”

“You’re very welcome. How’s your bum?”

She wriggles against me, grimaces and coos, “Sorer than the sorest bottom that was ever sore.”

That gets me chuckling. “In the whole history of being sore, huh?”

“Yeah.”

Her voice is creaky with sleep, but I can tell from her tone that she’s already in littlespace. What a cutie.

“Mm-hmm. I think Daddy needs to take a look.”

“Can’t.”

“Why not, little girl?”

“My privates are closed for business.”

I laugh, bouncing her on my chest. “They are, huh? I’m happy to make your privates off limits for today, but I still need to take a look.”

“Maybe not off limits aaall day, Daddy.”

“No? Not all day?”

She blinks the big eyes at me. “You said you wanted to, um, have sex while my holes were still hot and swollen. I’m not sure they will be by tomorrow.”

I stroke her nose with my forefinger.

“Baby doll, I can make your privates hot and swollen any time I want. What I care about today is you healing. Riding a wooden pony can cause permanent nerve damage. I didn’t keep you on the horse for that long, although I appreciate it probably felt like a long time, but I never want to cause you permanent injury. I’m going to take a look to make sure you’re healing and you’re going to take it easy today. We’ll cab it to Central Park and back. If you’re struggling on the walk from the Museum to Saks, we can do something fun like take a horse and carriage.”

She wriggles happily. “I’d love that, Daddy. But please-please can I worship you if we’re not going to have sex today?”

My sweet baby girl, who never holds a grudge and dedicates herself to pleasing me.

“Yes, little love. Roll to your back and lift your knees and let Daddy look at you. If you behave yourself, Daddy will fuck your throat afterwards.”

Her grin lights up the dim room and she shifts off me, rather gingerly, and onto her back before she lifts her knees. “Yes, Daddy.”

Chapter Seventeen Emily

I wasn’t kidding when I told Daddy that I’m sorer than the sorest person who was ever sore.

My last year of college, I got shingles. I had no idea I could hurt that badly. It took a month before the rash healed and even longer before the pain went away completely. I don’t think it will take a month for me to heal from the horse, but the pain’s worse than shingles. It’s deeper, like nails have been driven all the way into my bones.

But once Daddy starts taking care of me, I stop feeling the pain. He checks me all over and reassures me that there’s nothing worse than bruises. He smooths cream from front to back which tingles to start then fades into a soothing coolness. He kisses my bruises and tells me he’s proud