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

break into identical smiles as everyone files into the hallway.

While I orient Jiro and Laurel as to the changing rooms and dungeons, Cappa comes around the desk and approaches Emily.

“You okay?” he asks her.

My little girl looks up at him wonderingly. “Yes, thanks.”

“I heard.” He looks down at his hands and I’m reminded that Cappa’s nearly as shy as Emily. “I mean, we all heard. About Pence. And about you riding the pony. I had to go to my other job before your scene finished, or I would have checked on you. DirtyGurl said you were okay, but you know what she’s like. She’d say you were okay unless you’d lost a limb.”

Emily giggles. “I’m okay. Thanks for asking.”

“Okay, just—I wanted to make sure you knew, Pence is a dick. The rest of us don’t feel that way. Well, maybe Briar does, but she’s also a dick.” He lifts his head and gives her a hesitant smile. “You’ll keep coming back, right?”

Emily nods. “I like it here.”

Cappa begins to edge back around the desk. Emily looks a question at me and I nod permission for whatever gesture she wants to make. She taps Cappa on the shoulder. When he turns to her, she puts her arms around him and gives him a warm hug. Over her shoulder, I see his tense face relax. He passes her to Charlotte, who comes out from behind the desk for a hug as well.

“Well, this is all very touching,” Javier drawls. “When you’re finished, and by all means, take your time, perhaps you could pay some attention to the Doms here?”

Cappa turns purple with embarrassment. He jumps back behind the desk and types madly into the touch screen. “I’m sorry, sir. Did you say the Imperial Room?”

“I did. When Theo and DirtyGurl come up, please direct them there.” Javier turns to me. “Shall we make it an open scene?”

“Sure.” Once the board behind the desk updates, I tap a finger on the desk to get Cappa’s attention. “I’d also like the Blue Harem Room. Black and amber, gold star.”

I want somewhere we can retreat to, where Jiro and Laurel can have privacy to fuck or recover in whatever way scalies recover. And depending on how Emily’s doing after the tickling, I’m thinking some orgasms might be in order for us, too.

The board updates again and Javier begins herding our group down the hall towards the Imperial Room. I linger at the desk, with my arm around Emily. When everyone’s moved away, I beckon to Cappa, who comes out behind the desk again. I wrap him in a one-armed hug and whisper into his ear, “Thank you, boy.”

“You’re welcome, sir.” He gives me a tentative hug in return. “When you were Master of Training, it felt like a family here. After you left . . .” He shrugs. “I’ve been hoping things could go back to the way they were, now that you’re back. But if Rachel and Pence scare Emily away—”

I squeeze his shoulders. “No one is going to scare Emily away. Or me. I know there are problems.” I take a deep breath and commit myself. “I’ll help fix them. Austin and Hunter are coming to ours for dinner on Sunday night. You come, too. We’ll talk about what needs to be done.”

Cappa draws back with a hard swallow. He passes his hand across his eyes. “Thank you, sir. I will. Can I bring someone?”

I glance at Emily, who nods.

“Text me their name and whether they have any dietary restrictions.”

“Yes, sir. I will. Thank you, sir.”

I catch his chin in my hand and tip his face up so I can see his eyes. He blinks hard but can’t hold my gaze. “Cappa, it’s going to be okay.”

The skin under my thumb quivers. “Yes, sir.”

I give his chin an affectionate pinch. “See you at seven, huh?”

“Yes, sir.”

When he steps back, I slide my arm back around Emily and nudge her towards the dungeon Javier’s reserved.

“You can ask questions until we get to the Imperial Room, baby girl, but I don’t want any discussion where Javier can overhear. He pushes my buttons too hard already.”

She grins up at me. “Okay, Daddy. I don’t have any questions, though.”

“No?” I figured she’d at least ask what my fix-it plan is. Which is a good question, because I don’t have one.

“Nope. I know you’ll do everything you can to help.”

“How do you know that, little girl?”

“Because that’s who you are. People talk to me, because I listen. People brings problems to you because you fix them.”

“Baby, sweet baby.” I hug her tight to my side and kiss her temple. “I appreciate your faith in me.”

She squeezes my waist. “Besides, it’s a good excuse to get a sushi boat from Kikoo.”

“Aha.” I launch an initial attack on her ribs that has her writhing against my side. “I knew you had an ulterior motive.”

She giggles wildly. “You, Daddy.”

“Still not me, you giggle-puss. Do you want to use the bathroom before I make you wet your nonexistent knickers?”

“Yes, please, Daddy.”

We make a quick stop in the changing rooms before joining what’s becoming a crowd in the Imperial Room. I’m sure Javier picked this playroom because it has the largest bed of any of the dungeons: a massive, circular thing that can, and has, slept a dozen. There are already several submissives on the bed, lounging on the red satin cover, including Moon. Ten and Javier are busy cranking one of the room’s suspension hooks over their heads.

Sean, Moon’s trainer and husband, rises from where he was sitting next to her and claps me on the back. “Excellent idea for a scene, Logan.”

“I can’t take complete credit,” I say. “Jiro was the one who suggested a tickle tondo. Would you like to meet him and his submissive?”

They missed meeting after Moon’s training because Jiro and Laurel took a suspiciously long time in the bathroom.

“Sure. Moon-girl, come meet Logan’s guests.”

Moon rolls off the bed and walks over to us. She’s wearing a tee and jean