Daddy PI: Book 1 of the Daddy PI Casefiles by Frost, J (reading comprehension books .txt) 📕

A million perfect little things. Ordering for me. Tying my shoelaces. Playing hide-and-seek even when he thought I was insulting him on our first date. Caning me for our first scene on board because I told him I missed being caned. Inventing a naked game. “There’s masala chai all over the place.”

Vashi grins. “This is good.”

“This is very good,” I echo back at her and I actually feel reassured. My hateful internal monologue is silent for once; I haven’t succumbed to my insecurities.

“What’s good?” a bright voice asks from behind me.

Horrified that I’ve been overheard while I’m in the middle of confessing my feelings, I swivel on my lounger. Rose, from the treadmill, is standing behind me, a cocktail in one hand and the biggest dildo I’ve ever seen in the other. What the heck is she planning to do with that?

“Uh, hi,” I say.

“Hi! What are we talking about?”

“Um—” I feel the blood rush to my cheeks in a tidal wave. She’ll have to pull out my fingernails before I tell her.

“Tea,” Vashi says.

I have to stifle a snicker.

“Great! I’m just rounding up people for Cocksucking Class. You coming?”

Cocksucking Class? There’s a class on cocksucking? Well, we are on a kinky cruise. But I’m not doing anything that involves a dildo that big.

“I’m going to have to pass,” I say, reaching for my tote and pulling out my tablet. “Book talk comes first.”

“Book talk?” Rose sputters.

“Indeed, yes,” Vashi chimes in. “I have been waiting to tell Emily all about a book she must read. I am most eager. Cocksucking will have to wait.”

I nearly fall off my lounger. Vashi has such a dry delivery that I missed her humor at first, but now that I’ve caught on, she’s too funny.

“Okay!” Rose throws up her hands, a move made potentially life-threatening by the size of the dildo. “But you have to come tomorrow. Four o’clock in the Spa.”

“Sure,” I say, just to get rid of her.

“I will be there also,” Vashi promises.

Pacified, Rose bounces away to terrorize others with her oversized sex toy.

Vashi and I dissolve into giggles as soon as she’s out of earshot.

“What the—heck?” I remember Logan’s rule in time.

“Indeed. I did not know this cruise would be so educational. I will return home a most broadened woman.”

I gasp with laughter. “You would if you tried to suck that thing.”

Vashi covers her face with her hands and laughs until she’s crimson.

Once our giggles die down, I ask, “Are you really going to the class tomorrow?”

“If you will go, I will go also. But, please, you must help me ask Niall. What am I to say to him? ‘Master, I wish to go to Cocksucking Class’?”

That sets me off again. “To be a most broadened woman.”

Vashi giggles helplessly.

* * *

We’re still giggling, although we have moved on to books, when Shaan and Niall appear to collect Vashi. Remembering her plea, I stand and curtsey to Niall.

“Master Niall, can I have permission to see Vashi again tomorrow? There’s a class I’d like to go to, but I’m too nervous to go by myself. I’ll go if Vashi can come with me.”

Niall’s sharp eyes track from me to his sub. “A class? On the boat?”

“Yes, sir,” I say.

“What kind of class?” he asks.

“Cocksucking Class,” Vashi says softly, with an absolutely straight face.

Behind Niall, Shaan lifts an eyebrow, then rubs his hand over his mouth like he’s stifling something—a groan or guffaw, I don’t know.

“Yeh don’t need a class, a ghrá.” His voice, and his brogue, deepen. “Yeh already know enough to bring meh and Shaan to our knees.”

“Yes, pukka sahib, but I would not want Emily to have to go by herself.”

Dang, Vashi’s good. She comes off like such a perfect slave but she clearly has both of her Doms wrapped around her little finger. I’m going to hit her up for Dom-tips. To back her up, I blink up at Niall with what I hope are the world’s biggest puppy eyes.

He swears too softly for me to make out the word, but it’s definitely not English. If I get him to teach me Gaelic curses, would I be able to sneak them around Logan? That might be worth a try.

“I’ll speak with Logan about a scene in which yeh demonstrate yer new skills.” He levels a finger at me. “Stop pervertin’ meh slave.”

“Yes, Master Niall,” I say brightly. I give Vashi a huge hug before I gather up my towel and tablet. “See you tomorrow.”

“Watch for the masala chai,” she whispers to me before Niall wraps his arm around her shoulders and escorts her away.

Shaan lingers for a moment to gather up Vashi’s towel and sunglasses. He winks at me as he leaves, and I skip back to my room.

* * *

Right on time, and naked, I knock on the connecting door.

“Sorry, Emmy, just a second.” I hear Logan’s footfalls, and then the door opens. He takes in my nakedness and a wolfy grin curves his mouth. “Who is this naked girl at my door?”

“Me, Daddy.” I put my hands behind my back and twist under his hot scrutiny, feeling wonderfully little and naughty.

“C’mon in, sweetheart. I can’t wait for you to see this.” He takes my hand and leads me through his suite to the couches in the living room. There’s a black folder on the coffee table between the couches, but otherwise the room’s so tidy the cleaners could have just come through. What has he been doing while I’ve been giggling with Vashi? It was certainly nothing involving ropes or chains.

He gestures to the couch and I sit. And shiver. It’s absolutely freezing in his cabin; the couch is right under a vent in the ceiling that’s blasting more cold air. I cross my arms over my chest and rub at the goose bumps.

“Oh, sorry, baby doll. It’s too cold in here, isn’t it? I’ve called the front desk. They’re sending someone to fix the thermostat after dinner.”

“I might be a popsicle by