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

doing tonight.” Laurel tips her chin at DirtyGurl, who flushes again.

Theo gives her his own version of a wolfy-grin. It’s not as good as Daddy’s.

“Is erotic humiliation part of your kink?” Theo asks.

“None of your business,” Jiro says at the same time that Daddy growls.

Theo holds up a hand. “Sorry. So, from your perspective, it was just sex with a side of pain, is that right?”

“Yes, that’s right. It was a more extreme version of things Damon and I had done before. Rick was, I don’t know, just the administrator.”

“Administrator.” Theo arches a dark brow. “Okay. You didn’t consider either Mr. Errol or Mr. Tiger to be your Dominant at the time?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“And you didn’t have a safe word—”

“I didn’t need one. It wasn’t a scene and I wasn’t submitting. It was just sex and pain. Damon would have stopped if I’d pushed him or hit his stomach. Damon’s not a Dom. With him, no actually means no.”

She flashes a wry smile at her Dom, whose lips twitch.

“You think you were sufficiently aware at the time that you could have stopped it?”

“Yes,” Laurel says firmly.

“You consider yourself capable of giving consent, or taking it away, at the time?”

“Yes.”

Theo checks his notes again. “Why didn’t Ms. Donegan participate?”

“You’d have to ask her that, but she’s not into pain, so I’d guess she wasn’t interested.”

“You were aware Mr. Errol likes to dispense pain during sex?”

Laurel nods. “We’d watched his movies together. In fact, I’m pretty sure we’d watched his movies with Damon. I wanted Damon to choke me and he hadn’t ever done it before, so we watched some of Rick’s movies for pointers.”

“That could have gotten you killed,” Theo says, his face going hard.

“I know that now,” Laurel agrees as Jiro rubs her arm. “A lot of things I was doing at the time could have gotten me killed.”

Theo asks loads more questions, going through the details over and over again. Laurel’s answers make me dislike Rick even more. I thought he was just like my ex. Me-me-me. But Rick’s way worse than Ash. Rick’s a Dom, and Daddy’s shown me that a good Dom puts his submissive’s physical and mental well-being first.

As Laurel recounts how Rick slapped her off the bed and onto the floor, I shoot Daddy a glare.

He nods sadly. He’s heard all this before, I guess. Probably several times since he’s already interviewed Rick and Laurel and the other people they’re talking about. Daddy knows what a crappy person Rick is but keeps being friends with him. The same way he doesn’t seem angry at Theo, even though Theo was horrible to him and is being cruelly pushy to Laurel. Why is Daddy friends with these mean men? Is it some kind of Dom brotherhood?

“She’s answered these questions already,” Jiro says after Theo asks what Laurel did after Rick left the room. “Enough.”

Theo taps his pen against his notebook. “I’m just trying to be thorough. I’m guessing I won’t get another chance to interview Laurel.”

“Correct,” Jiro says succinctly.

“Okay,” Daddy says. “I think we’ve all had enough. Theo, you can email any follow-up to Laurel, can’t you?”

Theo grumbles but nods.

“Great. If you want to do a scene, I’ll open up the playrooms. Otherwise, we’re going to set up tea and coffee in the lounge and put on a movie for the girls.” Daddy strokes my hair. “How to Train Your Dragon sound good?”

I dissolve. How does he always know the perfect thing?

He grins when he sees me melt, holds out his arm and when I slide across my chair to him, pulls me into his lap for a cuddle.

“Did I hit the mark?” he asks, whispering into my hair. “Daddy still got game?”

I giggle helplessly.

“Toss the big pillows on the floor in front of the telly and put on the movie. Jiro and I will organize the drinks. I’m very proud of you for being so supportive of Laurel, baby girl. Movie’s your reward for that and Daddy has another treat in store for you before bed.”

A treat? I wiggle on his lap before I remember how sore I am. “Ta so much, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Scoot before I’m tempted to smack that sore little bum.”

I smooch his cheek before I wriggle off his lap.

* * *

Neither Daddy nor Jiro will let us paint their toes. Party-poopers. Laurel’s brought this pretty, iridescent paint that looks like scales. While we watch the movie, we lie on the pillows, because it turns out Laurel has a sore behind, too, and paint each other’s fingers and toes. After a second coat, I lie on my back and wiggle my shiny digits in the air. Laurel scoots over so she can wiggle hers next to mine.

“Now you’re a dragon, too,” Laurel says.

“A little dragon,” I agree.

“You need to pick a dragon name.”

“Maria,” Logan says from where he’s lying on the sectional behind me with a pillow propping up his bad leg.

Laurel joins me in giggling.

“Maria doesn’t sound like a dragon name, Daddy.”

“No?” Daddy grins. “Sounds like a dragon name to me.”

Jiro chuckles and holds his beer bottle out to Daddy to tink. “I like Frank. That’s an excellent dragon name. What about Frank, Emily?”

Laurel and I roll our eyes in unison at our silly Doms.

The movie’s almost over when Theo and DirtyGurl come up from the basement. They both look sated and sleepy. DirtyGurl crashes on a pillow next to me while Theo goes into the kitchen with Daddy to get a cup of coffee.

DirtyGurl admires our gleaming talons and shows us a blue, red, and black dragon tattoo that circles her ribs. That kicks off a tattoo competition. Laurel has a green, red, and gold dragon wrapped sinuously around a Yin Yang symbol on her back and Japanese characters for love and luck on her ankles woven into colorful peonies, but DirtyGurl has her beat with a huge piece that spreads pale flowers and elaborate gray scrollwork around her right hip and butt cheek. When Daddy and Theo return,