The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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βHow did you know? I mean, I realize it started as part of the scene, but then you asked about Ash.β
βYou said his name a couple of times when you were crying. Iβm sorry about that, too, sweetheart. If Iβd known it was a trigger for you, I wouldnβt have asked those questions.β
βOh, no, itβs fine.β She puts down her chopsticks and wraps her arms around my chest. βSeriously, it was totally fine. That part was fine.β
βWhat about the other part?β I prod gently.
βThe first sex was really bad,β she says in a tiny voice. βI know it was meant to be. I mean, you said it wasnβt about pleasure. I just didnβt know what you were doing. It felt like you might be trying to humiliate me or hurt me emotionally. I wasnβt sure, but it was awful.β
βEmmy.β I tip her chin up and give her a gentle kiss, flavored with soy sauce and regret. βI am so fucking sorry. I wasnβt trying to humiliate you. I wanted to hate the act. I wanted it to feel bad, because it shouldnβt feel good when Iβm thinking about my sister. But I didnβt think youβd pick up on it. Youβre very sensitive, arenβt you, sweetie?β
She shrugs.
βI really am sorry, baby girl. I swear to you it will never happen again.β
βNo,β she says, her voice quiet but firm. βDonβt promise that. If you have those feelings again, I want you to share them with me. Even if theyβre horrible. Now that I know that youβre not trying to humiliate me, Iβll deal with it better. It helped, right? You said it helped.β
βIt did. Iβve been carrying this around for a long time,β I admit. βTodayβs made me realize just how long. Iβve taken it out on my bottoms before. Iβve been an utter bastard to them after interviewing widows. Thereβs just something about being helpless to take away their pain that triggers me. But Iβve never told anyone why. Only you. And I know that must be a small fucking consolation after what I put you through, but itβs true. I want you to know that.β
Her hand steals up from my chest and cups my jaw. βThank you. Thatβs not a little thing. It makes a big difference.β
βSweetheart.β I capture her hand, draw it to my chest, and hold it over my heart. βI went about it all backwards today, taking it out on you but not telling you what it was about. Iβm sorry. Iβm so sorry. I wonβt do that to you again. That breaks trust. Weβre building trust here.β
She turns her face into my neck and kisses that spot under my jaw that sends a hot shudder down my spine. βTa very much, Daddy.β
Those words and her sweet gesture fill the hole that Reggie Black tore in my gut. βYouβre welcome.β I hold her for a minute, then say, βThis is way too deep for our second date.β
She gives a soft giggle. βIt could almost be our third date, if you count the phone sex.β
βDate two point five. You know what I usually do with my bottoms on the second date?β
βTie them up?β
She sounds hopeful and I chuck her under the chin.
βGood guess. Second date is usually dinner and some light bondage but nothing as intense as spanking. I donβt want to scare off a new bottom. Weβve jumped straight into the deep end, havenβt we?β
She shrugs. βI donβt mind the deep end. Just as long as I know whatβs going on.β
βI wonβt keep you in the dark again.β
βTa very much. After dinner, could we have your usual second date?β
I shake my head at her. βI was planning on a bath and bed, my girl. Youβve had a long day.β
βIβd love a bath, but Iβd love being tied up even more. Iβm not tired. I slept really well in your bed last night and I napped on the flight for an hour, just like your schedule said.β
βYou did, huh?β
She nods and turns her big eyes on me again. Theyβre deadly for my good intentions.
βHowβs this? A little bondage, maybe a toy, absolutely no spanking, before a bath, more cream, and bed. Iβve set up interviews with Bill Blackβs assistants before the taxi comes to take us to the port tomorrow. If my lazy baby doesnβt sleep away the whole morning again, weβll have time for a little play before breakfast and a longer play when we get on the ship. Deal?β
βDeal.β She slides her hand out from under mine and offers me her pinkie, which I hook and shake.
βHave you had enough sushi?β
βPlease, can I have the rest of the hamachi?β
Fuck, those eyes.
βYes,β I groan.
* * *
An hour later, Iβm groaning again and back inside her. Sheβs spread on the bed, her wrists bound over her head with the soft cuffs. Unlike the cruise, the hotelβs not targeted at the kinky crowd. It shows in the bedframe, which has no rails, slats, or posts for anchor points. Fortunately, I brought enough coil to run around the headboard. Emilyβs not as securely restrained as Iβd like, but itβll do for a low-key play session.
And low-key is all weβre doing until both of us heal. Her ass looks better after another application of T-Relief, but itβll be a few days before the bruises fade.
Neither of us can see the bruises on me, theyβre inside, but I can feel them all the same. They need some time to mend, too.
Emilyβs pleasure acts like T-Relief for my soul. Sheβs writhing under me as I thrust deeply, then pull back, teasing her G spot, before sliding all the way home again. The butterfly clit stimulator Iβve strapped to her buzzes between us. Her ass rubs across the towel Iβve put beneath her, which is all the pain Iβm allowing her for the foreseeable future, no matter how much she begs. With her wrists restrained and her arms over her head, her motionβs limited, but thatβs not stopping her
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