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hurt me for real?

โ€œSir, wait, please, Iโ€™m sorry. I shouldnโ€™t have called you a cheater. I didnโ€™t mean it. Iโ€™m sorry.โ€

Logan tilts his head so I can see his face. Heโ€™s frowning and his ears are flushed. โ€œNo, you shouldnโ€™t have. I donโ€™t lie and I donโ€™t cheat. And hiding something in the same spot is the oldest trick in the book. Iโ€™m not as stupid as I look, either. Now take your ten. Count, Emily.โ€

Oh, God, Iโ€™ve insulted his intelligence! No wonder heโ€™s angry. I feel the hot rush of tears. โ€œSir, please can we stop? I need to explain.โ€

โ€œAfter Iโ€™m done,โ€ he says, and itโ€™s not his wolfy growl.

I cover my face with my hands and start to cry, holding myself still for the paddling Iโ€™m now desperately afraid of.

I hear him curse softly, then he lowers my legs. He reaches under my shoulders and picks me up. Holding me to his chest in that koala-carry, he turns around and sits on the bed so Iโ€™m straddling his lap. He brushes my hair back from my face and wipes my eyes.

โ€œWhat just happened there?โ€

โ€œWhen Iโ€™m little, I donโ€™t think in adult,โ€ I wail. โ€œI wasnโ€™t being insulting hiding the paddle in the same place. I thought it was clever.โ€

โ€œAh.โ€ Loganโ€™s face goes blank for a second, then he nods to himself and pulls my face into his neck and rubs my back. โ€œSorry, Emmy. I misunderstood. The things I read . . . well, some of it wasnโ€™t right.โ€

โ€œWa-what did you read?โ€

โ€œSome of what I read made it seem like youโ€™re playing at being a kid, but you still think like an adult. But youโ€™re not, are you?โ€

โ€œBeing little isnโ€™t age play. Not for me.โ€ Please, please let him understand, because Iโ€™ve never been good at explaining where my head is at when I let my little out.

โ€œOkay, sweetie. Give me some time to get used to it, okay?โ€

Time. The male euphemism for, โ€œyouโ€™ve fucked it up and I need a way out but weโ€™ve still got nine hours before your train and Iโ€™ve got a hard-on.โ€

I cry harder. โ€œIโ€™m sorry, sir. Iโ€™m sorry. I can be adult. We donโ€™t have to be little and Daddyโ€”โ€

โ€œShh.โ€ He hugs me tight. โ€œShh, Emmy. Relax. Iโ€™m not rejecting you, or your little. Shh. Iโ€™m just trying to understand where I went wrong.โ€ He strokes my head and cuddles me close. โ€œCan you handle physical discipline when youโ€™re really little?โ€

What kind of question is that? Of course, I can. Didnโ€™t I prove it last night with the tawse? I hiccup as I try to understand why heโ€™d ask me that. โ€œYes, sir.โ€

โ€œThen maybe I donโ€™t understand. Why did you fall apart just then? I felt you switch over. That crying was fucking heart-breaking. I hurt you somehow. It couldnโ€™t have been physical, because those two smacks with the paddle were nothing compared to what I gave you with the tawse. Did I do something that hurt your little? Is that it?โ€

Now I understand his question. I burrow deeper into him. โ€œI get scared when Daddyโ€™s angry at me for real.โ€

โ€œAh, okay.โ€ He rubs my back. โ€œI was angry at you for a minute there. I understand. Iโ€™m sorry I scared you. When weโ€™re playing, I need to stay in the game with you. I can do that. Letโ€™s try this again. Iโ€™m going to cover my eyes and count to ten and youโ€™re going to hide the paddle again. Not in the same spot, you monkey. Then weโ€™re going to play โ€˜hotter, colder,โ€™ until Daddy finds the paddle and youโ€™ll get ten with it. Just ten. Is that fair, baby doll?โ€

He wants to try again? I press my lips into his neck and mouth the words I said into the carpet, then lift my head and say, โ€œYes, Daddy.โ€

โ€œGood girl. Weโ€™re okay, Emmy. Look at me,โ€ He runs his hand up my back, under my hair and cups my nape. I meet his eyes and see the sincerity there. โ€œI told you I donโ€™t always get it right the first time, didnโ€™t I? But I also told you that I always finish a scene. Thatโ€™s me. Iโ€™m not perfect, but I donโ€™t give up. Donโ€™t give up on me, okay?โ€

I throw my arms around his neck. โ€œNever, Daddy.โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s my good girl. Up you come.โ€ He helps me off his lap and hands me the paddle. โ€œHere you go.โ€

I stand and watch him for a moment, checking for any sign that heโ€™s not into this. Iโ€™m not giving up on him, but if Daddy isnโ€™t really where his heart is, I can just be his subbie for a couple of weeks.

Logan winks at me before he puts his hands over his eyes. โ€œOne, little monkey. Two, little monkey.โ€

I race around the room, opening and closing drawers before I finally slip the paddle between the two folded pink towels still sitting on the night-table, smooth them carefully and then climb up on the bed and throw my arms around Logan where heโ€™s still sitting, facing away from me. I smooch him behind the ear. โ€œTen, Daddy.โ€

He reaches back and grabs my hips, then stands, hoisting me onto his back. I squeal as he bounces me into position. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I cling to his big shoulders and nuzzle the back of his neck.

โ€œYou good there, little girl?โ€

โ€œYes, Daddy,โ€ I say happily.

โ€œAm I hot or cold?โ€

โ€œDaddyโ€™s smoking hot, but cold at the moment.โ€

He reaches back and pinches my sore butt-cheek, eliciting another squeal.

He totes me around on his back while he hunts for the paddle, finding it in much less than ten minutes. For a moment, Iโ€™m afraid that heโ€™ll criticize my hiding place again, but he just tosses the paddle in his hand as he slides me off his back and drops me onto the bed.

โ€œOn your back, baby doll, knees to your chest, hold on to your calves.โ€

While I get into position, he slips off his robe and hangs it on

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