The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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Sheβs playing with me. This is her little peeping back out from the very adult mask Iβve made her wear for the last several hours. Sheβs playing with me after I pinned her to the bed and made sure she didnβt enjoy it as I used her. After I spanked her so hard that her left ass cheek is covered with white blisters, damage Iβve never done to any of my bottoms, even when I was just learning. Sheβs playing with me after I admitted the darkest, ugliest secret I carry. Beyond the Hell I saw in the Navy, beyond the shitty things Iβve done when I was drunk or stupid, beyond the loss of my parents, wanting to beat and fuck my own sister is the thing thatβs made me feel the worst in my entire life. Iβve never admitted it to anyone, but after knowing Emily for less than a week, Iβve admitted it to her.
I slide my arm around her shoulders. She snuggles into my side. No hesitation. No flinching.
βCommunication, baby doll,β I say.
βYes, Sir?β
The honorific makes me flinch. After hearing it from my bottoms for more than a decade, suddenly I donβt like it. I want her to call me Daddy and know weβre okay.
βI want to talk about what happened earlier.β I scratch my chin with the handles of my chopsticks. βActually, I want to apologize.β
She lays her soft head against my shoulder. βYou donβt need to apologize. I asked you to take it out on me. You did. Did it help?β
βYes.β I released everything, all the awful tension that had built inside me. Iβd be as relaxed as she is, if I wasnβt worried Iβd damaged things between us. βThe thing is, Iβm the daddy.β Iβve been a piss-fucking-poor daddy today. βI shouldnβt need to take out anything on you.β
She looks up at me, considering. βWow,β she says before she grabs another piece of salmon, swishes it in the plastic tub of wasabi-infused soy sauce, and pops it in her mouth.
βWow?β
She chews carefully, ten times, remembering my rule, and swallows, before she says. βI didnβt realize you were Superman.β
βSuperman,β I repeat. Is she fucking with me?
βSure. Supermanβs perfect, right? He never has bad days. He never messes up and feels awful about it afterwards. He can fix everything, even if he has to do something contrary to the laws of physics like make the world spin backwards to do it.β
She snakes her chopsticks toward another piece of salmon. I put mine in the way. Iβve had one piece and Iβm not going to get a second if I donβt stake my claim.
She pouts. βYou know, Iβve never liked Superman. Heβs a dork.β
I laugh. I canβt help it. Iβm trying to be serious and apologize for what I put her through, but she clearly doesnβt want either my gravity or my remorse. I move my chopsticks and take a piece of eel instead, while she dives for the unprotected sashimi. I survey the sushi boat, which is wholly bare of salmon. Has she eaten every piece? Little minx. At least I donβt have to worry about her getting enough Omega-3.
βWhoβs your favorite?β I ask.
βFrom Justice League or comic book character?β
Sweet little geek. βComic book character.β
βOh, I was a huge X-Men fan, so, naturally, Wolverine.β She elbows me. Is she comparing me to Wolverine? The comparison stops at the name, thank you very much. βBut Gambit was probably my all-time favorite. He was so cool.β
Canβt fault her taste in superheroes.
βHe was,β I agree. βHowβd you end up knowing so much about comics, baby doll? I thought your thing was English history.β
She lifts her eyebrows at me. βWhy, because thatβs what I write? I love heroic fantasy. Comics are the Illiad and Odyssey of our age. These are the stories of gods and monsters, heroes and villains, through which we pass our values to the next generation. Western societyβs just forgotten how important those stories are and left them for radical subversives like Stan Lee and the Pinis and Matt Wagner to tell.β
βRadical subversives?β
βYes,β she says forcefully, and I realize this is something my little girl has a strong opinion on. ββWith great power comes great responsibility.β Do you think anyone in Washington wants young people believing that? If a politician actually cracked the cover of a comic book and realized what those stories were about, theyβd faint. Individual responsibility, self-sacrifice for the greater good, loyalty to your tribe, acceptance and equality for people who are different? Theyβre everything politics should be about but isnβt.β
βWow.β
She snorts and makes a lightning jab for a piece of tuna. βWho was your favorite?β
βElektra.β
βElektra Assassin? Awesome series. Did you have the individual comics? I only read the graphic novel. And did you like Millerβs RΕnin? I had trouble getting into that.β
I chuckle. Fuck, sheβs such a geek. Such an adorable little geek. Whoβd have guessed what lay behind the white silk bows and French poetry she wore like armor when we first met?
βOkay, I bow to your superior nerd credentials. Do you really have a signed set of ElfQuest comics?β
She flushes redder than the tuna. βMaybe.β
She does. βI have the original run of Elektra Assassin. Iβll bust them out for you when we get home. That always impresses the chicks.β At her renewed grin, I continue, βBut I want to see these EQs, because if they really are signed, Iβm trading my unsigned set for yours. Daddyβs privilege.β
She giggles. βI only have the Original Quest signed, but theyβre the ones by Wendy and Richard Pini, not the crappy Marvel ones with the oversaturated colors.β She looks up and gives me huge, puppy-dog eyes. βDaddy, can I have the last piece of tuna?β
Hearing her call me Daddy again is such
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