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

explain it to him. “A big family. It’s not just about the kids, although Emily does want more. I want . . . you know how the Kennedys had a compound? I want something like that. Lots of families living together. How long do you think it would take to build a couple of cabins?”

“If I do it all with my own two hands like I’d planned, mebbe three years.”

“What if a couple of guys pitched in? Not sure any of them know anything about construction, but we can all use a hammer if you tell us where to aim it.”

Niall chuckles. “Sounds dangerous. How soon d’yeh want it done?”

“Summer after next doable?”

“If we doan faff about. What’s the hurry? Yer wee one’ll barely be walkin’.”

“I like the idea of a place for everyone to gather out of the City. If we insulated the cabins, could we use them in the winter?”

Niall nods. “Wouldn’t leave them without insulation anyway. Winters here? Pipes’d burst. We put log burners in ‘em and they’d be useable in winter. I fancy that, nowwat yeh’ve said.”

It’s caught my imagination, too. And I know just who I want to speak to about coming in with us.

We spend a few more minutes talking about what Niall dubs the Katonah Kinksters’ Kabins before Niall gets up for another round of beers. I ask for a bottle of water since I have a scene planned with Emily before bed.

When he settles back in his chair, he asks, “What’s the plan for tomorrow?”

“Breakfast here at eight-thirty. Sightseeing after breakfast. People will be arriving around lunchtime, so I’ve left the afternoon open. Emmy’s arranged a big dinner starting at sixteen hundred. Then the arm-wrestle battle, of course. Scene opens once we’ve all had some time to digest. We have to be done by midnight.”

“Yeh keeping the big scene a secret?”

“From Emily. Can Vashi keep a secret?”

“Vashi’s Fort fecking Knox. Shaan’s the problem. Emily bats those baby gurl eyes at him, and he’ll fall over himself to tell her.” Niall grins and shakes his head. “Better if neither of ‘em know.”

“It’s the Red Riding Hood scene I told you about.”

“Ahh, glad yeh picked that ‘un. It will be fun. This place big enough to have us all runnin’ about chasin’ our subbies?”

“Martyn, the fellow who runs the inn, says so. There’s a maze in the back. I’m going to look at it after breakfast if you want to come with?”

“Aye, I will do. Doan suppose there’s a gym here?”

“No, but Emmy found us one. It’s about a mile away. We could run there, lift, and run back. Thought we might go on Saturday morning before the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party?”

Niall salutes me with his bottle. “That’s a plan. Doan make any for Saturday night after dinner.”

“Why not?” I ask warily, since he’s told me something similar for the night before the wedding in January. I’ll let him lure me into a bachelor party once, but not twice.

“’Cause I got plans of my own.” He winks at me.

“Do these plans involve strippers?”

Niall snorts. “Whaddo Doms need with strippers? Yeh want a striptease or a lap dance, that’s a fine scene. These plans involve beer and not that piss.” He hooks a thumb over his shoulder at the beer ‘fridge which, admittedly, only contains three different domestic brands.

I chuckle. “Fair enough.”

“I know Vashi’s not a little, but do yeh think Emmy’d have any problem with her coming to the tea party and sleep over? She’ll enjoy them all the same.”

“The more the merrier. I think the youngest little we’ve got coming is around four. And Emmy won’t go younger than middle teens, so Vashi needn’t worry.”

“Emmy still inhibited about being really little?”

I nod. I’ve discussed this with Niall briefly, and with my daddy-mentor Warrin in more depth, to see if they can help me figure out where I’m going wrong. But we’ve all concluded this is something I need to let develop in time. With me, in private, Emily is extremely playful and uninhibited, and I’d put her mental age during those playtimes as young as six or seven. Around others, even very young littles, she maintains an early-teens mindset and I can’t get her to relax enough to go younger, even though I’ve seen her watch younger littles playing with longing.

“Work in progress,” Niall says. “Like my boy. He’s driving me crazy. I’m chasin’ his arse down tomorrow and whippin’ him until I get some answers.”

I smile fondly, remembering the scene we did together on the cruise. It was memorable for me and Emily. She told me she was falling for me as soon as she hit subspace.

It was memorable for Niall as well, but for a very different reason. Shaan went into a complete meltdown the next day after his humiliation during the scene and Niall had to go to some lengths to understand why his sub was feeling unloved and unappreciated. From what Niall’s said, things were much improved after that, but over the last month, Shaan’s put distance between them again and Niall’s at a loss to understand why.

“Is the formality part of him pulling away?” I ask.

Niall nods. “He’s started calling me sir even when we’re not in scene. Hasn’t done that since before Vashi joined us.”

I understand Niall’s discomfort with the change in honorific. Emmy calls me sir instead of daddy when she’s very unhappy with me but still trying to be respectful. I always know I’m deep in bad books when she calls me sir.

I might be getting a sir or two over the next two days as I deny her orgasms.

“Vashi said anything?” I ask.

Niall shakes his head. “She wouldn’t even if he’d told her, but I don’t think he has.”

“If you need any help prying it out of him, let me know.” I give him a grin that Emily calls my “wolfy” grin. “Always happy to help pry open a subbie’s lips.”

Niall laughs his Viking laugh. “I’ll hold you to that.”

I finish my bottle of water and