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

The G-string reveals several welts across her butt and upper thighs that must have been made by something like Daddy’s evil Delrin rod, given their precision and deep purple color. Seeing her bruises makes me feel much better about displaying my own.

Jiro has Laurel put her arms behind her, and, wow, her elbows nearly touch in the back. He smooths a beautifully tooled, green leather armbinder up over her arms. The armbinder has a set of ridges that look like a dragon’s spine. Jiro laces up the armbinder until Laurel’s shoulders are drawn back and her breasts thrust so far forward, I’m worried she’ll tip over. He offsets the binding with a huge butt plug that supports a scaled green tail. Finally, he settles a leather half-mask over her face. The mask is studded with green rhinestones and fringed like a dragon’s scales. Laurel looks so proud and fierce it brings tears to my eyes.

Daddy pauses in lacing up one of the paw mitts to catch my chin in his hand. “What’s up, my baby?”

“Laurel looks magnificent, Daddy,” I whisper.

Daddy flicks his eyes over her. He smiles, but there’s no heat in his eyes. “She does, sweetie.” He draws me against his chest and speaks warmly into my ear. “But I prefer my sweet, sexy, ninja puppy.”

I wriggle happily in his arms.

He releases me to pack away our street clothes in his toy bag. Daddy’s wearing a black suit, which he sometimes wears to play if he’s more in Dom-mode than Daddy-mode, but I sense he’s wearing it tonight to reinforce the fact that he’s working. I notice he tucks his phone and his baton into his pockets, along with lube and the horrible clover nipple clamps. I’ll try hard not to earn those tonight. Daddy’s not carrying his gun. He rarely does, but I know he’s worried about Rick’s stalker trying something at the party. I noticed Manny was carrying his gun when we said hello to him downstairs.

Once Daddy’s zipped up his toy bag, I smooth his red silk tie down with my paw. “You look really nice, Daddy.”

“Thank you, sweetie.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “You’re the star of the show in this outfit, but I’ll try not to let the side down.”

I giggle. “You could never let the side down.” My hot daddy.

Jiro’s wearing more classic Dom-wear: black leather pants and a harness that shows off his chest and arms. While Jiro buckles a black, leather collar studded with golden dragons around Laurel’s neck, I admire his colorful tattoos.

“Are you suuure I can’t have a tattoo, Daddy?” I ask.

“Are you suuure you want one? I really like the idea that the only marks on this pretty baby skin will be my brands.”

Well, when he puts it that way. “Okay, Daddy!”

He chuckles. “That’s my sweet girl. Seeing how much the idea of pony play excited you, I think I might give you the second brand while you’re in the breeding stall. I’ll breed you until you pass out, then I’ll shock you awake with the brand on your ass and fuck you again while you’re still screaming. What do you think of that, my horny little mare?”

I think I’m going to faint because all the blood in my body has just rushed to my pussy.

“I-I think I’d like that, Daddy,” I whisper.

“I bet you would.” He chucks me under the chin. “C’mon, let’s get the plug in you.”

I squint up at him uncertainly, because even with the lube and all the naughty talk ramping me up, I’m pretty sure this is going to hurt like heck.

“Just breathe with me, my good girl. ‘Yellow’ if it gets to be too much,” he says, as he bends me over the sink. I wrap my arms around the bowl of the sink in a death grip, but Logan runs his palms over my forearms until I relax. “This isn’t discipline, sweetie. It’s just a cute tail for my kinky, ninja puppy, but you’ll still be my kinky, ninja puppy without it. If you’re too sore to wear it, that’s okay.”

I blow out a breath. Hearing him say it’s okay if I don’t wear the tail makes me want to try twice as hard to take it for him. “Ta, Daddy. I’ll try.”

“That’s my baby. Here’s more lube.” He drizzles it down my crack and works it in with the cool tip of the plug. Even that stings a little, but as he presses more firmly, it feels better. I arch my back, trying for the angle that feels best. Daddy pushes against my movement. The burn as my bruised, swollen sphincter stretches around the plug makes my eyes water and forces a whimper out of me, but then the widest part is through and the plug settles into place, with a brush of fur against my ass I’m not used to. Daddy rubs my lower back, sliding the silky material of my bodysuit over my skin. I focus on the sensations of his hand and the tail, rather than the biting ache of my very sore sphincter, and after a few moments the pain eases.

“There you go,” Daddy says. He reads me insanely well. “Let me see my kinky, ninja puppy.”

He holds out a hand and I take it as I straighten. The tail brushes the backs of my legs whenever I move. Ooo, goose bumps. That’s a feeling I could get addicted to.

“Beautiful, baby girl.” The approval in his tone and words makes me warm and tingly, but that’s nothing compared to the heat that races through me at his wolfy stare. Holding my eyes, he palms my breasts and pinches my nipples until they’re standing out like pegs under the sheer fabric. Everyone can see how turned on I am, and that’s just how my daddy wants it.

“Perfect,” Daddy croons. He snaps the leash onto the thick leather band around my throat and gives it a gentle tug. Enraptured by the spell he’s woven around me,