The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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βForget something, baby doll?β he whispers after several minutes of quiet, punctuated by our breathing and his playlist, currently Christina Aguileraβs cover of βBeautiful.β
βMuh-uh?β I canβt think of my own name, much less something Iβve forgotten.
βI didnβt hear a βpleaseβ before, or a βtaβ after.β
βIβm sorry, Daddy,β I whisper breathlessly, in part because Iβm still remembering how to breathe normally and in part because heβs really, really heavy. βTa very much for my orgasms.β
βLittle late, sweetheart, but I think weβll save your punishment for the morning. Thank you for the osso bucco sex, baby doll. You ready for a cup of tea?β
I twist my neck so I can peer up at him, confused by the non sequitur. At my owl-eye, he chuckles and lifts off me, slowly withdrawing. The touch of cool air across my sand-blasted skin makes me whimper. I draw up into a sticky puddle on the towel, blinking up at him, while he strokes my arm.
βTea?β he asks again. βI got you peppermint.β
He did? βYes, please, Daddy.β
βYou want to wait here while I make it or do you want to come downstairs with me? I can carry you if you want.β
I inch over and hold my arms up as much as I can, which gets them just to wrist-height above my chest.
Logan chuckles and kisses the tip of my nose. βSomeone is very cute when sheβs covered in afterglow.β
Thatβs a game I can play. βYou, Daddy.β
βTwo guesses, and neither of them is me.β
βStill you, Daddy,β I tell him.
βStill not me, you silly baby. Stay there. Iβm going to get my robe.β
He slides out of bed. How does he have so much energy after that deranged werewolf sex? His neck and chest are a little flushed, and his cock is redder than if heβd been jerking off with sandpaper, but otherwise he doesnβt even look like heβs sweating. Itβs not fair. Iβm a puddle of goo and he could have just come in from a refreshing stroll.
βI donβt like you, Daddy,β I tell him.
He lifts an eyebrow. βYou seemed to like me a minute ago.β
βI did like you then, but I donβt like you now. Youβre unfair.β
βAm I?β He shrugs into his robe. βLetβs see how unfair you think I am when I paddle your ass for breaking my rules.β
βUnfair.β I stick my lower lip out at him. βAnd a giant meanie.β
He tosses the edges of the towel over me like heβs folding up a burrito, pulling up one edge between my legs so I feel diapered. Then he scoops me up, tight against his chest, my legs around his waist, holding me like a baby koala. Just like he let me cling to him during sex. My brain short-circuits.
βWhy am I unfair?β he asks.
βYouβre not so unfair right now,β I manage, melting into his hold.
βNo, you like being held this way, donβt you, fluffball?β He slides his forearm under my butt, holding me securely, and strides out of the room. βIβll ask one more time and you can be sure Iβll be adding licks to your paddling for each time you fail to answer me, why am I unfair?β
I blow a raspberry in his neck, which has him barking with laughter and nearly dropping me. I squeal and cling tighter.
βYou fucking naughty little monkey. You wonβt be able to sit down for a month. Answer my question.β
βYouβre unfair because youβre not even hot and sweaty after all that and Iβm gross and covered with stuff.β
He chuckles and squeezes me so tight I gasp. βCovered with stuff, huh? I like you covered with stuff. In fact, next time I might pull out at the end and really cover you with stuff, see if that makes you a little less lippy afterwards.β
βIck, Daddy.β
He turns onto the stairs and takes one hand from my back to grip the banister. I smack wet kisses on his neck to thank him for being so careful with me.
βSpeaking of stuff, baby doll, I should have asked before fucking you bareback and coming in you. I know youβre clean and you know I am, but if you want me to use a condom, for any reason or no reason, now or ever, donβt even think twice before telling me so.β
βTa, Daddy.β I assumed after he asked for my test results, and showed me his, that heβd want to have sex without a condom. Pretty much all of my Doms have, except Matthew, of course. Until this year, I havenβt been able to: birth control was a struggle for me until my Ob/Gyn recommended the progestin implant I have now. Iβm glad Iβm able to with Logan.
βI donβt want you to use a condom,β I reassure him.
βOkay, but if you change your mind, donβt be shy about telling me, Emmy.β
Emmy? I love it. Even better than Kitty, which I really liked him calling me and was sorry that he stopped after I told him my real name.
βCan I call you Logie?β
βFuck no.β He releases the banister at the bottom of the stairs, adjusts me in his arms and hugs me tight to him again. βI think Iβll just carry you around all the time like this. Iβll get you one of those baby-carry things.β
βI can walk all my myself, Daddy,β I huff at him.
βI donβt think you want to put that to the test right now, noodle-legs. Besides, I could cut a hole in the bottom of the carrier and stick my dick up through it and then I could fuck you all the time. I could carry you around impaled on my cock.β
βOkay!β I agree wholeheartedly with that suggestion, bouncing in his arms.
Logan laughs and squeezes me. βSee? Daddy has some good ideas.β
βDaddy has lots of good ideas. I like Daddyβs ideas about mandatory condom use in porn, and Daddyβs ideas about my freaky rape fantasy, and Daddyβs ideas about pink towels and purple butt plugs,
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