The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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When I finish snapping the last clothespin off her, Emilyβs back is decorated with long trails of welts and dots of sweat. I set aside the crop, lean in, and lick a line up her spine, tasting the salt of her skin and the faint muskiness of the leather. Emily shivers and moans. I press up against her back, skin to skin, while I reach around and tap her mons with the flats of my fingers.
βHow does it feel, little love?β
βStingy and pinchy and shivery and hot in my tummy,β she responds.
Iβm feeling that heat, too, centered in my cock which is sandwiched against the small of her back and throbbing almost angrily. I rub her belly and feel the muscles bunch under my palm.
βAre you riding those sensations, my good girl?β
βYes, Daddy. Roller coasterβs still going up and up.β
βGood baby.β I rub my hand over her, tummy and thighs and tickling over the gusset of her panties while she wriggles and makes breathy little sounds of pleasure. βDaddy wants to fuck you for a few minutes. I wonβt go too crazy and neither of us is going to come. Just focus on Daddyβs cock in you and enjoy the sensations.β
βPlease, Daddy.β
βGood girl.β I untie my sweatpants and push them to my knees. She immediately sticks her ass out, and I guide her hips with my hands until sheβs in a deep arch, hanging from the chains as she grasps them. To emphasize the difference between this and sex where Iβm fucking her to a climax, I shift aside her panties but donβt take them off her and tickle her opening with my fingers until sheβs shivering and squeaking. I have to bend my knees to line us up because Emilyβs much shorter than I am and Martyn doesnβt have a safety step like I have in our playroom, but I make it work, guiding my cock into her and relishing the slick grasp of her body as I sink deep. I wrap my arms around her, palming one of her sweet, little tits, and rock us back and forth, using the bondage as pivot points.
βDaddy, Daddy!β
βYes, my baby. Feel Daddy in you?β
She nods and tips her head to the side so I can kiss my way up the long line of her neck.
I rock in her, not really thrusting, just melding our bodies together while I touch her everywhere: her throat, her breasts, her tummy, her quivering pussy lips, her flexing thighs. Emmy and I both enjoy the hard drive towards orgasm so much that we do this rarely. I have to remember the pure pleasure of being inside my soul mate, our bodies bound together in the most intimate and primal way we can join. That means denying her more often, which Emily will not be a fan of, but I can feel from the hot clutch of her cunt and the little moans that keep rippling out of her how much sheβs enjoying this.
βMy little love.β I nuzzle the words into her ear while I grind deep in her. βMy angel baby. Youβre Daddyβs perfect sheath. I want to leave my cock in here forever.β
I feel the giggle start in her belly. βYouβd need a detachable penis, Daddy.β
I bury my face in her neck as I laugh. This is Emmy. No matter what weβre doing, she brings such light and laughter into my life.
I fuck her for several more minutes while she hums the King Missile song. I join in on the last chorus and hear chuckles around us.
I give her a last suck on the hickey Iβve been building below her ear, a last squeeze of her sweet tits, before I withdraw and straighten our clothes. Thereβs a griping pain in my belly and balls, but thereβs a pleasure in it, too, that needy ache.
I walk around in front of her and give her a kiss. Her face is sweaty, probably from a combination of taking the pain for me and holding position while I fucked her. I retrieve some wipes and a towel from a station Martyn has set up in an antique, roll-top desk tucked to the side of the room, clean her face off, and kiss the end of her nose.
βHow are you doing?β
βReally good, Daddy. Iβm all pulse-y.β
I chuckle. βPulse-y, huh?β
βItβs not a nasty, I want to kill someone ache. Itβs just really nice and pulse-y.β
βIβm glad you donβt want to kill me, little love. Thatβs not the idea of this. If I flog your breasts for a bit, will that keep the nice, pulse-y feelings going or will that be too much?β
βNot too much.β
βThatβs my little love. If it gets to be too much, I want to hear yellow.β
Emily nods readily. βOkay, Daddy.β
I roll my shoulders as I go to find a flogger that will deliver more thud than sting.
* * *
An hour later, I have Emmy wrapped in a sheet, since the dungeonβs too warm for a blanket, tucked in my lap as I sit in a bean bag chair facing Niall, who is similarly positioned with Shaan in his lap and Vashi kneeling at his side. Itβs taken Niall a long whipping, and a shorter face-fucking, and some aftercare, since Niall agrees with me that questioning a sub while theyβre actually in subspace is unethical, but Niallβs finally getting answers out of Shaan. Although Iβm monitoring, Iβve been keeping eye contact with Emily through most of the questioning, since I donβt want Shaan to feel that Iβm intruding on this moment of deep vulnerability with his Dom.
I stroke Emilyβs cheek and see what Iβm sure is my concern mirrored in her eyes. βItβs okay, little love.β
βThis is a big deal,β she mouths almost silently.
I nod. The concerns Shaanβs airing, about giving up a lucrative hospital staff position to move East
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