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

already pretty good at cocksucking, or so several Doms have told me, and giggling with Vashi is much more fun.

“Then what?” she asks in a whisper as we sheathe our practice dildos, fortunately much smaller than the one Rose was waving around yesterday. The condoms the instructor has provided are strawberry-flavored, which I suspect will be sickly once we get going. But I understand the need for them if these dildos are used for class after class.

I’m so glad I don’t have to use condoms with Daddy.

“He asked me to move in with him for the summer,” I whisper back. “Omi—goodness. I’m so excited. I’ve never done this full-time. What’s it like?”

“Living with your masters?” Her eyes shine. “It is every dream—”

“Ladies.” The hunky, dark-haired instructor stops in front of us, and we both bite our lips in embarrassment. Not that we’re the only ones talking. The room is filled with whispered conversations and smothered giggles, but Rose has picked a mat right up front, so we’re easy targets. “Condoms on?”

“Yes, uh, sir.” I don’t need him to carry a crop to know what he is. He’s a Dom all the way. I hold up my dildo. The red condom over the flesh-colored dildo looks as icky as it’s going to taste, and I wish Logan had stayed so I could practice on something yummy instead. I console myself with the thought that he’s going to let me demonstrate on him later.

“It’s Master Jason, and make sure you roll it all the way to the hilt, because you will be sucking it that far down.” He unrolls the condom down the dildo another inch in a move that looks creepily well-practiced.

Chastened, I nod. “Thank you, Master Jason.”

He doesn’t praise me or call me a good girl, the way Logan would, just moves on to check Vashi’s and Rose’s dildos. Rose holds hers out like she’s presenting him with an Oscar. He pats her head before he moves away.

I would hiss “teacher’s pet” at her, if I didn’t remember how hurtful those words felt when they were aimed at me. Instead, I sit, silent and shamed.

Vashi leans over and whispers right in my ear. “It is masala chai every day.”

I smile gratefully at her.

“Would you two stop talking?”

Rose hisses at us, quite loudly, causing the instructor to flash an annoyed, blue-eyed glance at me. I bow my head.

I take in the rest of the class, dutifully deep-throating the strawberry-flavored dildo as far as I can when instructed, but it’s mechanical. There’s no fun to it now and the nasty strawberry flavor of the condom makes my tummy churn.

When he arrives to collect me, Logan notices, because Logan notices everything.

He tips my chin up as he puts his arm around me. “Cocksucking Class too rough on your throat, little girl?”

I smell beer on his breath. The same way Ash used to smell of beer before he’d want to have sex. He’d ask me questions I didn’t want to answer, too. You know I still love you, don’t you, E-Bae? You know I have needs, right?

I shake my head and look away.

“That’s a mouthy sub you have there,” Master Jason says, from where he’s rolling up a yoga mat. “If she were mine, she’d be wearing a ball-gag for the rest of the day.”

“Emily?” Logan frowns and looks at me. “What happened, baby doll?”

He blames me, too.

With my head bowed, I say, “I’m very sorry I disrupted your class, Master Jason. I didn’t mean to be disrespectful.”

I turn away, moving out from under Logan’s arm and through the outer doors of the Spa.

Behind me, I hear Vashi’s soft voice, “But, sahib, there were many talking—”

I wrap my arms around myself. I’ve gotten her in trouble with her Dom, too. Wiping my eyes, I make my way quickly back to my room. The blanket fort is half-collapsed, a messy tumble of pillows and blankets between the couch and desk, disrupted by our comings and goings. It looks sad and stupid. I’m in the middle of pulling it apart and remaking my bed, when there’s a knock on the connecting door.

My heart jumps into my throat.

Then I force myself to relax. It’s Logan. Of course, it’s Logan. An intruder wouldn’t knock.

But when I open the door, it isn’t Logan. It’s Master Niall.

I take a sharp step backwards.

“Caileag, are yeh ah’right?” he asks.

I nod. “Where’s Logan?”

“He stayed to speak with the instructor.”

He stayed to apologize for me, because I’m his sub and my poor behavior reflects on my Dom. Sickly strawberry squirts into the back of my throat as my stomach churns.

“I’m really very sorry about disrupting the class. Please don’t be mad at Vashi. It was my fault.”

Niall tilts his head as he looks down on me. “Vashi said the same.”

That it was my fault? Way to throw me under the bus. “Is she being punished? Please don’t punish her.”

“Nae, why would she be punished?”

Of course, she wouldn’t. Because it’s my fault. I’m going to be punished. That’s why Logan is speaking to Master Jason: to determine the depth of my transgression. Which is pretty deep since I kept talking even after Master Jason reprimanded me. And that’s why Master Niall is here: to keep an eye on the bad subbie while my Dom figures out my punishment. And we will be jumping directly to a punishment. The contract Logan sent me says that there could be correction or discipline before punishment, but I can feel the impending doom like the figurative sword hanging over my head. A real punishment is coming my way.

Rubbing my clenching stomach, I move back to sit on the edge of my half-made bed. I see Niall glance around my room and sink a little lower into myself at his frown.

“Sorry, Master Niall, I was just cleaning up when you knocked.”

“Would yeh like any help?”

He’s offering to help clean up my mess? That’s so nice. Just like Vashi said: he does the things.

“No, thank you. I’ll just finish up so