The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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βThen youβre jet lagged as well. Thatβs a lethal combination. Iβve seen you like this before, darling. Are you with anyone? Someone you can work it out on? Do you have time to find a bottom? There are plenty of clubs in L.A. Do you want me to make some calls for you?β
I rub my hand over my face. I havenβt told her about Emily. Or any of the women Iβve dated since Mir ended things six months ago. Maybe itβs time. βIβm with someone.β
Sheβs silent for a moment. βThatβs good. Who is she?β
βNo one youβd know. I met her at a conference.β
A kinky conference. Mir doesnβt need to know that. Although sheβs been a bottom almost as long as Iβve been a top, she still looks down her nose at our lifestyle. My lifestyle, since sheβd never admit that sheβs part of it. Kink is just a hobby for Mir. Like knitting or fucking flower-arranging.
βSheβs a submissive? A service submissive?β
βYeah.β
βAnd a masochist?β
βYes.β I feel myself closing up like a clam. I donβt want to tell her anything about Emily.
βCan I speak to her? Girl to girl? I promise I wonβt say anything to embarrass you. Iβll just tell her what you need.β
I need to hang up, is what I need. βSheβs not here. She isnβt arriving until tonight.β
βNo? Then tell me all about her, darling. What does she look like? Is she blonde and blue-eyed?β
Mir is blonde and blue-eyed. I didnβt consciously go for a dark-haired, dark-eyed woman in picking Emily, but maybe my subconscious compass was pointing as far away from my former lover as possible.
βNo, sheβs dark. Small. Sheβs kind of elfin looking, actually. Not a Peter Jackson, Lord of the Rings, elf. Sheβs a wood elf. Like an ElfQuest elf.β
βYou know I have no idea what youβre talking about when you stray from the classics, darling,β Mir says dismissively.
No, she doesnβt. Mirβs never read a comic book. Never sullied herself with anything that might reek of popular culture. Would Emily know what an ElfQuest elf is? I donβt know. She loves fairy tales, but the ones she reads are more high brow than comics. She likes Lego Batman and watches Japanese manga porn, though. I can hope. I pull the phone away from my face, flip over to messages and type Emily a quick text.
βDarling, are you still there?β Mir asks.
βYeah, sorry, just a notification coming in on my phone.β Fuck, yes, an excuse to get off this call. βMir, I have to go. The client wants to debrief.β
βOf course. Youβll call me later, wonβt you? I want to hear all about this new girl.β
I grit my teeth. βSure. I might not get another break today, though. This jobβs pretty full-on.β
βBusiness first. That always was the way with you. Take care of yourself, darling.β
βYeah, you, too, Mir.β
My balls unclench as I end the call. Thatβs the last time Iβm ever calling Mir after a tough interview.
Just as Iβm shutting off my phone, Emily pings me back.
Are you questioning my geek credentials, Sir? Of course, I know what an EQ elf is. I have first editions. Signed.
Thank God for her. I laugh and rest my sweaty forehead against the cool window glass.
Favorite character?
Winnowill, duh.
The super-sexy, super-evil villain of the original series. A very dominant villain.
Did you want her to spank you?
Not as much as I want you to spank me, Daddy.
Oh, yes. Thatβs my baby doll. God, I need her.
Youβre going to get your wish.
I want to say more. I want to tell her how desperate I am to see her. How being away from her for three days has been completely miserable. I know Iβm as messed up as I am right now not just because of the jet lag or Mrs. Blackβs ugly vulnerability or thinking about my sister in a way no brother should for the first time in a decade. Itβs because I need my little girl. I shouldnβt need her so much, after just one real date. But the scene and the sex and our time together was so good, so intimate, it opened me up in ways I havenβt been open in a long time. Texting and video-calling her during the days weβve been apart just crow-barred me further open. Phone sex before breakfast didnβt actually give me any relief; it just dialed me up to eleven. I need her so much every muscle aches with it.
She doesnβt want me to be needy. She wants me to be in control. So, instead of raw truth, I give her coated platitude.
See you in a few hours, baby doll. Looking forward to it.
Me, too, Daddy.
I stare at those words for a long time, standing in the window of the fancy hotel my clientβs booked for me, which I would never have laid out for on my own, looking out over a city built on greed and idolatry, counting down the minutes until Emily arrives.
Chapter Two Emily
Eight hours on a plane. Youβd think Iβd die of boredom.
Instead, I donβt know how Iβm going to get everything done.
Iβm watching the seatbelt sign like Lloyd and Diane in Say Anything. If anyone asks, Iβll say Iβm waiting to turn my phone on. But the truth is, despite all the traveling Iβve done, Iβm a bit of a nervous flyer.
Once the light goes off, I drag my backpack from under my feet and plop it in the empty seat beside me. Where Logan should be sitting. I rub my fingertips over the seat cushion, wishing he were here.
I try to shake it off. Iβll see him in less than eight hours.
But I really want my daddy now.
I pull my phone out of my backpack, unlock it and am just tapping up the settings to switch it into airplane mode, when a woman leans over me.
I look up into her blue and white uniform and mega-watt smile.
With a guilty gulp,
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