The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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Sweet little sub. βNo, babyβs choice. Daddy will pick the play before bed tonight. This is your reward, sweetheart. Anything you want.β
Thereβs such light in those big eyes. If I could capture that light and use it to power the world, weβd never need another drop of oil.
βCould I have a tickling? A tickling and an orgasm?β
My little girl and her needy cunt. Iβm crazy about both already and Iβve known her for less than a week. I give her a deep kiss and nip her lower lip with my teeth before I let her up for air. βYes, to both. Come here.β
I take her hand and pull her up beside me on the couch. Weβve got time for five minutes of tickling before I call the cruise people. She sits beside me, open, happy and unquestioning.
βTake your shoes off.β
Sheβs wearing white Mary Janes today, paired with a pink sweatshirt, denim shorts, and pink-and-white striped thigh-highs. The thigh-highs seem to be part of her daily wardrobe, and, if theyβre not, Iβm going to make them mandatory. So fucking cute. She slips her shoes off and lines them up under the coffee table.
I pat the couch beside me. βFeet here.β
She turns on her bum, and sets her feet on the couch, side by side, toes digging into the leather. I draw her feet into my lap and strip the adorable socks off her, one at a time.
βLie back,β I tell her, a command the semi-circular couch can accommodate. βPut your arms over your head and grip your elbows.β
She does, without hesitation.
βSo that I know how to tickle you properly later, weβre going to have five minutes of exploring now. During these five minutes, you can move, but you have to keep your arms over your head and hold onto your elbows. βNoβ and βstopβ wonβt work, but your safe word always does. Five minutes only, then youβre going to be a quiet girl while I call the cruise people. Do you understand me?β
βYes, Daddy,β she breathes, arching her back and wiggling her bottom against the couch.
βFive minutes, starting now.β I pin her feet against my thighs with my forearm and draw my fingertips up the bare, delicate sole of her left foot, letting my fingernails scratch her lightly.
Emily whoops and thrashes on the couch. βNo, Daddy! That tickles!β
I bet it does.
βWeβre going to have such fun, baby,β I tell her as I draw my fingertips up her other sole.
* * *
Emilyβs breathless, tear-stained, and grinning like a maniac after five minutes of exploratory tickling. I calm her with a cuddle. Then, because itβs been too long since any part of me was inside any part of her, I have her lie on the couch with her head in my lap. I take my cock out and tap it against her lips while I stroke her hair and smile down at her.
βYou can have Daddyβs cock in your mouth for the duration of the call as long as you donβt make any noise. You can lick and suck and do anything you want, but the first wet, naughty noise you make, Daddy takes his cock away.β
She nods and opens her mouth, the light in her eyes brighter than the sun. Fuck, is she eager to please. So sweet. I rub the tip of my cock over her soft lips a few times before drawing her head down.
She takes just the tip and rubs her tongue all over it, swirling and flicking. This might have been a bad idea. Emilyβs got a super-talented mouth, and the last thing I want to do is orgasm while Iβm on the phone. Very unprofessional.
I look down at her face, ready to tell her to stop. Her eyes have rolled to white, and her expression, even with her mouth closed around my cockhead, is one of utter bliss. Sheβs licking me, rubbing her pointed tongue over the magic spot where the shaft meets the head, lips sealed to my skin, not making a sound, just as I told her. Sheβs being such a good girl, doing everything so right, and itβs clearly making her happy to please her daddy. I canβt take this away from her.
I stroke her hair, lean over to tap the phone lying on the arm of the couch, and pray for voicemail.
βEd Isaak.β
Crap.
βItβs James Logan. Iβm calling to update you on the interviews with Bill Blackβs two assistants.β
βExcellent, Logan. Iβm all ears.β
I really hope Emily doesnβt make a sound. I really hope I can stay coherent while her tongue is sliding all over my cockhead, now pressing hard, now fluttering, and, oh fuck, now sheβs giving me a little suction.
I clear my throat and try to focus. βThere have been some interesting developments. Blackβs assistant Jay MacDonald was not on the ship with Black, but they did discuss Black taking what he described to MacDonald as a little pink friend. MacDonald also confirmed Blackβs abuse of opiates.β
I hear Isaak shuffle papers. βIβm still surprised Regina Black admitted that to you so freely.β
She only did it because she was out of her head with grief and didnβt have any other outlet. If Iβd been able to discipline her properly, she wouldnβt have been telling strangers intimate and damaging details of her husbandβs life.
I put that aside and focus.
βBlackβs other assistant, Chrisjean Olsen, was on the ship with him.β I have to pause and swallow as Emily increases the suction. How is she doing this without making any noise? βShe saw him use opiates the first day aboard, so he clearly had them with him.β
βThereβs nothing we can do about guests bringing prescription medication on board.β
I know that already from the endless briefings before I left New York. βYes, my point is, he had bottles of prescription drugs with him. If he bought an illegal drug, either while he was aboard, or when he was ashore and brought it back, he could easily have hidden it in his prescriptions.β
βOkay,
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