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

When my sanity returns, I stroke his wrist and uncoil enough to get my knees back under me. Daddy releases me and straightens enough to run his hand up and down my back. He gives my tail a tug, which sets off a shudder in my core. I give him a happy, puppy bark and he smacks a kiss on the back of my head.

“Pleased with you, puppy-baby.”

“Ta, Daddy,” I say, wanting to follow his rules, even though he’s told me I’m excused while I’m a puppy.

“Good girl. Hold still while I clean you up a little.” He withdraws gently and damp coolness moves between my legs. The scent of tea tree oil overrides the salty smell of sex. I whisper my thanks for him taking such good care of me and press kisses to the arm he still has braced on the back of the chair.

“Off the chair and onto your knees now, my sweet puppy. We’ll watch the rest of the scene and then head back downstairs to keep an eye on things.”

I lick his wrist gratefully before I climb off the chair and sink to my knees to the harsh snap of the Tazapper.

Chapter Twenty Logan

Even by Rick’s standards, this party is out of hand.

As we return downstairs, we have to edge around a threesome going at it on the bottom stair. The roar from the dining room suggests the gang bang is still going strong. I’m amazed there hasn’t been a noise complaint yet.

I send Emily into the living room with Jiro and Laurel while I check on the gang bang. Rick’s no longer in there. A different, red-collared sub is on the table with a guy in her mouth and a blonde woman bent over her, eating her out, while the five-deep line waiting their turn hoots and catcalls. I check around the room, because an unmonitored gang bang is all kinds of bad idea. A man dressed all in black, with two full sleeves of tattoos showing on the burly arms he has crossed over his chest, catches my eye as he leans against the wall, watching the action intently. He gives me a thumbs up.

Reassured that someone’s monitoring the sub for signs of distress, I back out and make my way across the hall into the living room, weaving through clots of people groping, kissing, and fucking. It’s not all that unusual for private kink parties to devolve into orgies, which is one reason I haven’t brought Emily to any. I prefer the more structured setting of Blunts. Still, Rick’s parties are usually more restrained.

I find Emily, Jiro, and Laurel back on the couch with Daisy. There’s a topless brunette kneeling in front of Daisy, licking lovingly up and down her instep. Daisy laughs as she picks up a cup of bright orange punch.

A memory catches at me. It tumbles along a sudden flood of connections.

“Daisy, stop,” I say, loudly enough to be heard over the party’s din.

She stops with the cup half-way to her lips. “What’s wrong, Big Daddy? You think I’m going to get shit-faced and try to jump your little girl?”

“The punch.” I point at her drink. “It’s usually red. It’s always been red at Rick’s other parties, hasn’t it?”

Daisy looks askance at the cup in her hand. “Yes.”

It all comes together in my head. Glory’s resistance to shutting down the internet trolling. Her name on Rick’s list. The French kiss and her stupid pet-name for him. That flicker of disgust when she saw Emily in High Protocol. The punch.

“How much have you had?”

“This is my second glass, but Rick’s had about six.” She leans over and taps the woman worshipping her feet. “Jazz, hold up a minute, sweets.”

“Go make yourself throw up, Daisy,” I tell her. “Right now.”

To give her credit, Daisy doesn’t question me. She puts the cup down and drags the foot-worshipper with her as she heads towards the bathroom. Emily climbs off the couch right behind Daisy and comes to me, looking anxiously up into my face. I wrap my arm around her shoulders and hold her to me as I fumble my phone out of my pocket.

Manny answers on the second ring. “Yo.”

His voice is nearly drowned in the background noise. The smack of leather on flesh and shouting. There wasn’t an impact scene scheduled. What’s going on?

“I need you to make Rick vomit,” I shout to be heard over the noise.

“What? Are you kidding?”

“No. Do it now.”

“He’s in the middle of a scene.”

“He wasn’t scheduled to do a scene,” I shout.

“I know. Supposed to be some kinda thing with fire in here, but Rick walked in and tossed these two girls on the bed and began smacking their asses with one of those cat-o-nine-tail things, so the fire people cleared out.”

Fuck.

“Does he look like he’s in control?” I ask.

Manny’s silent for a moment, while the noises in the background escalate. My stomach knots.

“T’be really honest, he looks high. He’s red and sweaty and laughing. Waving his dick around.”

That doesn’t sound like he’s in control.

“I think there’s something in the punch. I want you to walk over to Rick and say the word ‘red’ really loudly in his ear, then make Rick go to the bathroom and throw up. Stick your fingers down his throat if you have to.”

Manny swears colorfully. “He’s going to be fucking pissed, hermano.”

Better pissed than under the influence of whatever Glory’s put in the punch.

“I know. I’ll take the blame. I’ll be up to help you but stop the scene now.”

“Okay. I’m guessing this’ll be the end of us workin’ these parties.”

“I don’t care. Manny, do it now. And have you seen Theo?”

“Who?”

Fuck, Manny doesn’t know Theo. “Never mind. I’ve got to find someone and then I’ll be right up.”

“Don’t drag your ass, man. This is going to suck. Hey, Rick!”

He ends the call.

As soon as I pull the phone away from my face, Emily squeezes me to get my attention. “I think