The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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βI am sorry,β Sante says. βI do not wish to disturb your date.β
βThanks. Look, you donβt need to worry about me, okay? I have no interest in re-opening old wounds.β
He sinks back into the couch with a sigh. βThank you. I know you owe me nothing. Thingsββ He spreads his hands in a gesture Iβd call a Gallic shrug, if he wasnβt Italian. βHave not gone the way I would have wanted. Winning Rachel was the most important thing. I did not stop to think what it would mean here.β His eyes flick to Javier, who is engrossed in deep-throating his slave. βI do not wish to create any more bad feelings.β
Have there been bad feelings other than mine? A few of my brothers tried to talk with me about it after Rachel made her choice, but I shrugged them off. The holidays were coming and, unusually, Miranda was in the States, so I plunged into celebrating with her. Mir never particularly enjoyed the club; I donβt think I brought her at all last year. We had a weekend in Maine after Thanksgiving, eating lobster, and another on the Jersey shore before New Yearβs, walking on the beach in the snow. But no days or nights at the club. I rub the bridge of my nose. Maybe Iβve just been too preoccupied with my own crap to notice what was going on here.
βItβs all in the past,β I say to reassure him, something I definitely would not have done even a month ago. βLetβs just forget it and move on.β
βThat would be best,β Sante says quickly. βYou should come here whenever you wish.β
Does he think Iβve been staying away? Does everyone? Iβve been busy, and my last few jobs have required extended travel. But I havenβt made much effort to come to the club when Iβve been home, either. I even set up a treadmill and weight bench in my basement so I could exercise without coming to the clubβs gym, which I used to do four times a week. I told myself I was saving time by eliminating the commute, but the truth is that coming to the club didnβt hold much appeal when I knew I was likely to bump into Rachel, or Sante, or, worse, Rachel and Sante.
βI do come whenever I feel like it,β I say, to ease whatever guilt heβs feeling about driving me away from the club, where Iβve been a member a lot longer than he has. βI travel a lot.β
βYes, yes, of course. Maybe now that you have a lady to come home to, you will travel less, eh?β
βSure.β Let him think that. Iβd prefer to take Emily with me, but thatβs a bridge itβs too soon to cross.
He runs his hand through his hair again, then heaves himself to his feet. Heβs a big guy, a little shorter than I am but with a body that belongs on a pro-wrestler. He hesitates, then sticks his hand out to me. βEnjoy your night.β
I reach around Emily to shake. βSee you around.β
He nods tightly and strides out of the room.
Emily gives me a squeeze, before she whispers. βIs everything okay, sir?β
βYes, baby doll, everythingβs fine.β I rub noses with her and she grins. βDid you have a nice nap?β
βYes, sir. Iβm sorry I fell asleep on you.β
βIβm not. It was a perfect way to end the scene. I see lots of naps on Daddy in your future. But nowββ I show her the timer on my watch, which is at forty-two minutes, thirty-seven seconds. βI think we need to go to the bathroom, donβt you?β
βOh.β Her cheeks flare. βYes, sir, but I can do it. By myself, I mean.β
βWhat Daddy puts in, Daddy takes out. Also, I think you might be too little to take out a plug by yourself, donβt you?β
βI am?β Her eyes widen until theyβre almost round. βI mean, yes, Daddy.β
βGood girl.β
She hugs me very tight.
* * *
We leave Javier throat-fucking his slave.
As we reach the library door, Emily looks up at me from where I have her tucked against my side. βSir, do you like it that deep and rough?β
βHmm? Oh. Like Javierβs doing to his bottom? Heβs teaching her to hold her breath while he deep-throats her.β I open the door and lead her into the long gallery, which is quiet and empty. Looks like the βfoxβ got away and the βhoundsβ retired to the spa to nurse their bruises. βThatβs advanced breath play, baby doll. I wouldnβt ask you to do anything like that without a lot of preparation.β
βI can already hold my breath for a minute, sir,β she says.
βYou can?β Fuck, thatβs a gift. God bless Matthew, wherever he is. βDo you swim or something?β
βLaps.β She gives me a grin. βGoing to the pool gets me out of my jammies.β
βWell, exercise is very important.β And the side effects are a big fucking bonus. βHave you done breath play before?β
She shakes her head and goes up on her toes to whisper to me. βWhat heβs doing looks really exciting, Daddy.β
βIt does, does it? If it would turn my naughty baby on, we can do throat training.β Iβll work it into the things Iβm already planning for the cruise.
βThank you, Daddy.β She snuggles into my side, wrapping her arm around my waist. βIs there other training we can do?β
βBesides your ass and throat? What did you have in mind?β
βYou were in the military, right?β At my nod, she continues. βWould you teach me how to shine things? Like your cufflinks and your shoes?β
She wants domestic training? The idea shoots straight to my balls. Itβs been too long
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