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

and Daddy’s ideas about not sharing me, and Daddy’s ideas about giving me all the orgasms.”

“Daddy likes those ideas, too, except there’s nothing freaky or weird about your rape fantasy. It’s beautiful, and I can’t wait to act it out with you.”

I take his face in my hands and give him a big kiss. He stumbles a step and catches himself with a hand on the wall. He turns, props me against the wall and kisses me back: slow, deep kisses, full of sighs and nips and little licks, that fill me with so much emotion it leaks out of the corners of my eyes.

When he lets me up for air, I whisper to him, “Please don’t stop playing with me, Daddy. It would make me so sad.”

He rubs his nose against mine. “Please don’t stop playing with me, sweetheart. This is such a big, new adventure and I’m kind of worried that I’ll wake up and find out it was all a dream. That would make me sad.”

“Really?” I smooch him all over his face.

“Really, muppet. Now, tea for you, and a big glass of water for me. I may not have looked like I was sweating, but I was and I feel like I came a gallon. You’re going to drain me to a withered husk, like the Mummy.”

That makes me giggle and snuggle into him. The Mummy movie with Brendan Fraser is one of my favorites. Rick O’Connell isn’t quite a daddy, but he’s a total Dom.

Logan drags me away from the wall and into the kitchen, where he puts me down on the counter and I huddle in the diaper-towel, feeling a little silly, while he boils water for my tea and drinks three big glasses of water in quick succession. He really was thirsty.

Once my tea is steeping, he carries it and another big glass of water into the lounge area of the great room and puts them down on the coffee table. Then he comes back for me, scoops me up and koala-carries me to the couch. He settles me across his lap, picks up my tea and blows on it, then tests the temperature with his pinkie before handing it to me. Which makes my heart nearly burst. I take the mug, which has a Lego Batman on it, in both hands and look up at him over the edge. “Ta very much for my tea, Daddy. I like your mug.”

“You’re welcome. My nieces got it for me last year at Legoland. Tell me what else you liked about tonight, other than Daddy’s good ideas and the mug.”

I consider while I sip the minty tea he bought just for me. “I loved your club. Will you tell me all about it? How did you find it and what do you do other than hunts and scenes and dancing and who the other Masters are and what it’s like to train beautiful girls to do whatever you want them to and what about that gorgeous guy who took Rachel’s place? Do you ever top the boys?”

Logan sputters into his glass of water. “Fuck, that’s a lot of questions. I will tell you about it, but tell me the other things you liked about tonight first.”

“I liked talking with you at dinner, and our scene. That was awesome. And I liked Daisy after I got to know her a little. She’s actually really warm and genuine. I know she doesn’t look it.”

Logan shrugs. “She looks like she’d peel the flesh off a guy’s bones with those nails while cow-girling on his face.” He tips his head and looks closely at me. “People talk to you, don’t they, baby doll?”

It’s my turn to shrug. “I guess so.”

“They do. You’re a good listener. I bet Daisy told you real shit, too. Not just the weather and what she had for breakfast.”

I nod. “We were talking about how she got into porn, and what it’s like being a woman director in the industry, and the films she wants to make in the future. She really has a vision.”

“See? I’ve met her maybe a dozen times at Rick’s parties and we haven’t talked about anything deeper than why Rick’s too cheap to spring for a better brand of beer. You got all that out of her?”

“Mm-hmm.” I sip my tea and remember some of the more interesting conversations I’ve had over the years. “It used to make my ex mad that his friends would tell me more personal stuff than they’d tell him. One of them.” I shake my head fondly, remembering. “Patrick, he did four tequila shots at a Halloween party we were at. Then he cornered me and spent the entire night telling me about his undescended testicle.”

Logan chuckles, but he shifts under my butt like he wants to cross his legs.

“It was really interesting,” I tell him. “I didn’t know anything about that. Testicles and how they descend, I mean. Or, um, don’t.”

“No?”

“Nope. Ash was furious with me afterwards. You weren’t angry with me for talking to Daisy, were you?”

“No, baby doll, of course not. I was glad to see you enjoying yourself. Why was your ex angry? Did his friend make a pass at you or something?”

“Patrick? No way.” I shrug. “I’d ignored Ash all night and he said I should have just told Patrick to, um, eff off. He didn’t want his wife thinking about his friend’s undescended testicle. But that’s exactly what I meant when I said to you earlier that I find random things weirdly fascinating.” I giggle. “I based a character on Patrick.”

“You wrote about a man with an undescended testicle?” He lifts his eyebrows at me. “I thought guys in romance novels were all like that male model, Favio, or whatever he’s called.”

I giggle harder. “No, Daddy. Have you ever read a romance?”

“No,” Logan admits. “I’m more of a Tom Clancy man.”

“I like his stuff, too. But I write quirkier characters. The character I based on Patrick has a damaged,