The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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When I finish the last stroke, she thanks me and reaches back to caress my knee, which is a sweet gesture. I praise her for it while I put her clothes back in order, help her sit up and then pull her across my lap and tuck her into my chest. She curls into me, head on my shoulder, knees up against my side. When I murmur to her what a good girl she is, she blinks huge, tear-stained eyes at me, and rubs her hand across her mouth.
βPlease, Daddy,β she says in a tiny whisper. βMay I suck my thumb?β
βOf course, sweetheart. Good girl for asking.β
She takes just the tip of her thumb in her mouth, watching me. When I smile down at her, she takes the rest, and sucks a little, her heavy eyelids drooping.
I cuddle her close and think about what Iβm going to give her to suck in future.
Emily hums to herself. Self-soothing, I think itβs called. I rock her gently and listen to her breathing as it goes soft and shallow. When Iβm sure sheβs down, I shift so I can prop my elbow on the arm of the couch and cradle her in the crook of my arm while she dozes with her soft cheek against my heart.
Looking up from her peaceful face, I find most of my brothers have gone back to their reading, but Javier is still watching me, although heβs drawn his bottomβs head back into his lap and is holding her with her nose pressed to his groin while her hands twitch and flex on his thighs.
βThat was nicely done,β he says.
βThank you. I learned from the best.β I tip my chin to him. I was trained as a top before I joined Blunts, but Iβve learned a great deal from watching Javier and some of the other senior members work with their own subs and the house bottoms.
βI donβt think weβve had a little girl grace us since Elaine and Gill moved away,β he observes.
I donβt remember them and tell him so.
He pulls his slave off his cock, lets her gasp for a few seconds, then shoves her back down. βThey may have left the year you joined us.β He waves his free hand. βThe years go so fast now.β
I nod. Iβve felt the acceleration.
βIf youβre going to top her as her daddy, I hope youβll demonstrate. Itβs never too late to learn something new, particularly that transition into aftercare. Elegant.β
And totally unplanned. It just felt right. βThank you. I hope to. This is actually our first real date.β
Javier chuckles. βWhat a brave little girl.β
She is. I appreciate her bravery even more now that Iβve gotten a peek at what lies behind her white silk bows and French poetry. Thatβs part of the reason I rewarded her with the orgasm. The other part is that Iβve actually forgiven her. Sheβs incredibly easy to forgive. Much easier than Rachel, who could have damaged whatβs developing between me and Emily with her little scene, and appears to have pissed all my training in self-control down the gutter.
Thinking of Rachel, I ease my phone out of my pocket, thumb it on and navigate to my contacts list. I have all the club members in a sub-group. I find Sante and send him a text to let him know that his bottom was way the fuck out of line and that Iβm turning her over to Maude for correction. Then thumb over to Maude and text her the same thing.
I lay the phone on the couch beside me once Iβve sent the texts. Before Iβve even wrapped my arm back around Emily, my phone pings.
Where are you? Rachel says youβre here. Iβd like to speak with you.
Sante. Things I do not need tonight. I tried not to hate Sante for taking Rachel away from me, and he tried not to hate me for being her first Master. I donβt think either of us succeeded very well.
Library, I reply.
He must already have been looking for me, because the library door opens less than thirty seconds later. Sante crosses in front of me, with a nod to Javier, before sitting down on the couch beside me. I decide not to tell him heβs sitting where Emily was crying five minutes ago. Sitting in a wet spot is no less than he deserves for wearing a beige, Italian linen suit. Flash bastard.
He sprawls on the couch, spreading his legs, although heβs careful not to disturb Emily, and runs a hand through his longish black hair. Iβm sure women love that messy hair; I have an urge to take a hedge trimmer to it.
βI want to apologize for Rachelβs behavior,β he says in a stage whisper, and I appreciate his attempt not to wake Emily. βSheβs going through a rough time right now. I know thatβs no excuse.β
βApology accepted. I still think she should spend an hour with Maude, but youβre her Master.β
Sante waves his hand. βAbsolutely, she spends an hour with Maude.β
Heβs being awfully conciliatory. We didnβt exactly fall out after Rachel chose him. We werenβt close to start, and I just avoided him after things went sour. But our last few interactions were a lot more prickly than this.
βI will also discipline her myself,β he continues. Santeβs first language is Italian, and Iβve noticed that in times of stress, his English becomes a little stilted. Itβs stilted now, and I wonder what the source of his stress is. βShe knows better than to approach you when you are on a date. Please accept my apologies if she embarrassed you.β
I nod. βNo great harm done.β
He runs his hand through his hair again, and drags it over his designer stubble. βHave you agreed to see her again? I know she planned to ask you.β
βNo,β I say firmly. Emily stirs against me and I rub her back to send her back down. Unfortunately, my touch has the opposite
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