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

table, where Pence is kneeling naked, his cock locked in the stainless-steel cage he hates so much. Karl grabs Pence’s longish hair and uses it as a handle to crush Pence’s face to his groin as the orgasmic flush spreads down Karl’s neck. After a long moment where Pence’s shoulders jerk, Karl releases Pence, who gasps against the Dom’s thigh.

Karl taps Pence’s cheek and says, “Not too bad, boy. Keep going. Give Master Johnny his good morning.”

Pence blinks streaming eyes up at Karl, but nods and slides on his knees under the table to stop in front of Johnny, who obligingly opens his shorts for his blow job.

After buttoning up, Karl gives us a longer greeting, then expresses his disappointment at missing the two recent punishment scenes.

“But Harry and I came up with something,” Karl tells me with a wink. “Pence is going to orally service every Dom who comes through the door today. For anyone he can’t manage, he’s getting a strike from the three-eighths inch cane at noon and midnight.”

Blunts has over a hundred members. Maybe a third of the members are in the club on any given day, probably more on a Friday night. Pence is going to have a very sore throat by midnight, or a very sore ass.

“Would your guest like to assist with the punishment?” Karl asks.

Jiro declines with a smile.

I raise my hand before Karl offers. “I’ve already had a good morning.”

From my sweet little girl whose throat I fucked after our shower. Her groin looked much better this morning, but I decided to give her a few more hours to heal before I fuck either deeply bruised hole.

I seat Jiro next to Karl, with the girls between us. I wouldn’t ever put Emily next to Karl, because I know he scares her. Even if Pence isn’t her favorite person at the moment, seeing Karl be rough with him isn’t going to raise her comfort level.

Fortunately, Emily doesn’t even spare Pence a glance. She seems enraptured by Moon’s training, which has moved on from the piaffe to a skipping movement as Moon crosses the ring. Sean taps her haunches and back with his crop to correct her posture and as she responds to his guidance, she settles into that floating trot again. Watching them, I have to admit there’s a beauty and grace to what they’re doing that equals any impact play or shibari I’ve seen.

I put my arm around Emily’s shoulders and check her expression, which is rapt.

“What do you think, little love?”

“Beautiful, Daddy,” she breathes.

I stroke my palm over her hair and let her enjoy the scene, happy I can give her this pleasure.

* * *

By the time we join Javier for lunch, we’ve petted the ponies, had mud baths in the spa, Jiro and I have had hot towel shaves, and we’ve all had aromatherapy neck and shoulder massages that have left us so relaxed it’s almost too much effort to shuffle down the hall to eat. Javier’s reserved a table for twelve, and before Jiro and Laurel even have time to read the menu, Maude, Ten, Austin, and Hunter have taken seats around the table.

Theo and DirtyGurl join us while we’re ordering. A few feet away from the table, DirtyGurl stops like she’s been pole-axed. She grabs the back of a chair for support and puts her head down while her shoulders shake. A truly evil grin spreads across Theo’s face as he leans in and says to her, “You still don’t have permission. How’s that ‘sir’ coming?”

“I seriously fucking hate you,” DirtyGurl hisses at him. “Master Theo.”

She straightens her shoulders and marches to the table, plopping into a chair beside Emily with a swish of peacock-blue dreadlocks and a grimace as she lands on whatever implement Theo has inside her.

I catch Emily’s eye and grin.

“Don’t be a monster-meanie, Daddy,” she whispers back.

“A vibrating butt plug is definitely in your future, little girl.”

Emily swallows hard and hides her anxiety in a sip of water.

“What’s everyone having?” DirtyGurl asks.

“A very sore ass,” Theo says, sitting beside her and picking up the menu.

“You don’t have a sore ass,” grumps DirtyGurl.

“You do, and I’ll definitely be having it later.”

Emily giggles at their exchange, then drowns her giggle in her water glass when DirtyGurl glares at her.

“The special is capicola with olives and figs,” I tell DirtyGurl.

“That sounds good.” Theo, a fellow carnivore, folds his menu and nods at the hovering waitress. “You’re paying, right?”

I snort. “Strictly Dutch today, mate.”

“Actually, this is my treat,” Javier says. The table he’s gotten us is round, but he’d be sitting at the head of the table if it weren’t. “Not every day I’m surrounded by so many of my favorite people.”

That’s true. Even before I stepped back from the club, I rarely ate here, and, when I did, it was just with Javier and Maude. Javier had a full-time submissive at the time, but we just didn’t include her, or any other submissives, when we socialized. Not until I found my little girl.

I pick up Emily’s hand and kiss her ring finger, reminding myself to look for a pink diamond this weekend, because I cannot get a ring on her finger fast enough.

“Hey, little wonder.”

She gives me an impish smile. “Hi, Daddy.”

“How’re you feeling?”

“Puddle of happy, Daddy.”

“Excellent.” I make it my mission for the day to keep her in that state. It may be a challenge as the day goes on, because there are always some last-minute wobbles before a big job and Rick’s party has risen to the level of a big job with the stalking, but I’m pretty good at compartmentalizing. “We’re going to do a low-key scene after lunch. Nothing that would aggravate your bruises. I’m thinking you’re overdue for a tickling.”

Her smile widens to a grin. “Waaay overdue.”

“Uh-huh. That’s a way to guarantee extra attention to those ticklish toes, little monkey.”

She squirms in her chair and a sweet, pink flush rises to her recently exfoliated cheeks.

“Did I hear the word