The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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I towel off and squeeze-dry my hair, which Iβve only rinsed since I didnβt want to take the time to shampoo and condition. Getting back into my sweat-damp uniform has no appeal, so I wrap up in the biggest of the towels, which covers me almost to my knees, and carry my clothes back into his bedroom.
Logan greets me with a smile. Heβs put music on. Crazy Townβs βButterfly,β which I havenβt heard in years, but immediately begin humming. Such a catchy, filthy tune. Heβs also put on a bathrobe, which is disappointing because I really, really want to see him naked. But the belted robe accentuates his yummy man-triangle of broad shoulders, lean waist and hips, so itβs not all bad.
βFeel better, baby?β
I nod. βThank you for letting me use your shower.β
βYouβre welcome. Iβm going to jump in for a minute. Do you need anything?β
βNo, sir.β
βMake yourself comfortable, sweetheart. Iβll only be a minute.β
βThank you, sir.β
When he leaves, I get a view of his backside in the robe, which is much better. The fabric pulls tight across his ass as he walks. Swoon.
I wander around his bedroom, brushing out my damp hair. Other than the armoire full of sex toys and a lot of attachment points on the bed frame, his bedroom is surprisingly normal. The furniture is heavy, dark, and old. The art deco lamps on the night tables on either side of the bed look like antiques, but I canβt see Logan buying them. Are they family heirlooms like the portrait in the hallway? Theyβre really not him, no more than the granny curtains. Why hasnβt he redecorated? Is it that he didnβt care enough to, or that heβs kept it deliberately as it was as an homage to his parents? Logan doesnβt seem sentimental but I donβt know him very well yet.
What I donβt see, anywhere other than the stupid coconut body wash, is any sign of his former sub. Sure, itβs been six months, but Logan was with Miranda for a long time. Itβs hard to scrub someone out of your life when theyβve been part of it for that long. I know. I kept finding bits of Ash in my life for years after the divorce.
I donβt see anything of Mirandaβor any other womanβin Loganβs house. No womanly touches. No pictures. No spaces where pictures have been taken down. Whatever Miranda was to him, she didnβt leave her mark on his home. That makes me smile, as does the pair of pink towels folded on the nightstand, and the collection of toys heβs left on top of them.
Iβm scrolling through the playlist on his phone, which heβs set in a speaker dock, when he returns, his hair standing in wet spikes and his chin red. I can smell the woodsy spice of his aftershave as he comes up behind me, sweeps my hair over my shoulder and kisses my neck.
βAnything on there you donβt like?β he asks.
His musical tastes are more mainstream than mine, but thereβs nothing on his βMusic to Fuck Emily Toβ playlist that I donβt like. LL Cool Jβs βDoing Itβ is on now, and I think he picked it for more than the beat.
βShe calls him Daddy,β I observe, referring to the lyrics.
βYes, she does. But itβs not as cute as when you do it.β
I twist my neck so I can look up at him. βDo you really think itβs cute?β
βI do. Everything Iβve seen of your little so far is adorable. Even the bratty bits. Does your little come out during sex, too? Or is it just during play?β
βDuring sex if thatβs okay with you, sir?β
βItβs very okay with me. Playβs not the only place thatβs safe, baby doll. Sex is a safe space, too. When we get to know each other well enough, everywhere will be safe when youβre with me, because Iβll know exactly what you need. Is that something youβd like to work towards?β
Does he even understand what heβs offering? Itβs like coming over the final mountain and seeing the Promised Land on the horizon. I pick my jaw up off the floor and manage, βYes, sir, Iβd like that very much.β
I only realize that my eyes have filled when he flicks his thumb under them and wipes away wetness. βWould that be a big thing for you, being little all the time? Have you ever been before?β
βIt would be a huge big thing.β Lew wanted me to be little all the time, but it was all too new to me, and giving up that much control terrified me. Since then, it hasnβt even been a possibility. Iβve only been able to be little in scenes.
βWeβll work towards it, then. Lots of good things to come, huh?β He strokes his hand down my face and clasps my throat gently. βWeβre going to have so much fun together, sweetheart.β
βThank you, Daddy. Iβve already had a great time tonight.β
βGood. Iβm glad nothing spoiled it. I really enjoyed our scene and dancing with you was magic.β He strokes my throat. βDo you want to keep playing, or do you want to sleep and play when we wake up? Iβm not pushing, sweetheart. Thereβs no need for us to rush if youβre tired and just want to snuggle and relax.β
I melt all over him and he wipes tears away again. βIβd really like to keep playing, Daddy.β
βGood girl. Iβm going to warm you up before we fuck. The first time, I want to fuck face-to-face, so I can see your eyes when I enter you and when you come. Then weβll do it from behind and play hunt the G-spot. How does that sound?β
Like the gates of the Promised Land have swung open. βGreat. Really, really great.β
βGood. Letβs start by getting these nipple clamps off you. I noticed you left them on through your shower. Thatβs a very good girl. Iβm really proud
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