The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection

by Frost, E J

  She arches up, pushing her forehead into the table as her body bows. I grab her hips and pound her with my cock, riding her through one orgasm and straight into another as she shakes and wails under me.

  “Please-no, please-no, please-no!” she screams as she tips over into the second orgasm.

  “Oh, yes, Princess,” I growl, gripping her hips and driving into her even harder. “Come all over my cock. Show everyone who owns this ass.”

  “No! No! No!” She pounds on the table with her little fists, but doesn’t break position, staying arched against the table as I ride her through the crest of that second orgasm and down the other side.

  As her sweet cries trail off, I go up on my toes to mount her, spreading her legs wide, pressing my body down over hers so she’s mashed into the table, pumping with just the muscles of my back and ass. My balls slap her wet labia with every thrust. I love the dominance of this position, the tightness of her swollen cunt as she’s crushed between my body and the table, her huffing cries as I use her for my pleasure. I grab her mussed plait with one hand, her throat with the other, and fuck her to the rhythm of her gasps until my balls draw up and I go off like a rocket, roaring into her hair as I fill her, emptying my soul.

  I collapse over her, kissing her neck and shoulders as I continue to thrust lazily, my cock engulfed by the sweetest heat. I swear, I could fuck her forever and not get enough.

  “Daddy, Daddy,” she sighs.

  “Yes, little girl. Such a good girl,” I tell her between kisses as I unravel her plait and thread my fingers through her hair. “Daddy’s beautiful little girl. Who do you belong to, Emily?”

  “You, Daddy.”

  I nuzzle her, whispering fiercely, mussing her hair, kissing her ears. “That’s right. All of you belongs to me. This pussy. This ass. Doesn’t matter when I take it. Every bit of you belongs to me.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  That’s not good enough to satisfy the predatory, possessive part of me that surfaces at moments like this. “Say it.”

  She sighs. “Every bit of me belongs to you.”

  “That’s my good girl. That’s what I want to hear.” I slide out of her slowly, enjoying the way her body clings to mine, then tuck myself away and draw her up off the table. Her dress is in shreds, so I grab a towel and wrap it around her to keep her warm. She’s a soft bundle in my arms as I pick her up and carry her to one of the chairs. When we settle, she cuddles to me, with her cheek pressed over my heart. Every bit of tension drains out of her as she snuggles into me. It’s like holding a gingerbread-scented teddy bear.

  “Rest for a minute, little love,” I tell her, kissing her forehead. “Then we’ll go back to our cabin, have a bath, and a bedtime story, and a huge cuddle before you fall asleep in Daddy’s arms.”

  She gives me a grin that could melt even the Grinch’s heart. “Yes, please, Daddy.”

  I kiss her forehead again and let her relax against my chest.

  In the chairs around us, several couples cuddle or talk while a few scenes are still winding down. The Domme in the period dress has her sub in predicament bondage, bound in a squat so that all that’s holding him up are his thigh muscles. Below him, fastened to the floor, there’s a butt plug so big it looks like a traffic cone. Five inches are already up his ass. As his leg muscles tire, he drops further and further down the giant plug, each slip eliciting a squeal of pain, despite his Domme jacking him to keep him on the edge.

  Paul and another Pink Pearl top have strung up our tour guide at the chain station where I had Emily. They’ve decorated her bouncy breasts with spirals of metal clothespins. Paul is fucking her ass through a screaming orgasm while the other Dom flogs the clothespins off. Although I’m sated, I have to appreciate how hot that is. Once Emily’s ready for anal, I can reproduce that with a machine dildo. Another entry for my little book of ideas.

  As I watch, Niall brings Shaan down from the chain station. Shaan must be exhausted. After he was face-fucked by all five of the Pink Pearl tops, Niall whipped his back, ass, and legs for a good thirty minutes. From where I’m sitting, I can’t see Shaan’s back, but he must be red from the neck down.

  Niall kisses the top of Shaan’s head as he unclips his wrists and half-carries him to the table. I turn the chair to watch, shifting Emily in my lap. Niall spreads a towel on the table before helping Shaan up to lie on it. When Shaan screams at being laid on his abused back, Niall merely kisses him before pulling Shaan down until his head is hanging off the edge of the table. Niall cuffs Shaan’s wrists to the table’s D-rings, arms spread wide. Once Shaan’s secured, Niall moves to Vashi, still kneeling a few feet away, watching her tops with wide, liquid eyes.

  Niall cups his hand around the back of Vashi’s head and presses his forehead to hers. “Yeh may relieve him, a ghra. I ken yeh’ve wanted to all night. Yeh’ve both done well.”

  Vashi bows from the waist, her forehead going all the way down to touch the table, as Niall releases her. “Thank you, pukka sahib.”

  Niall works at her restraints for a moment. When he frees her, Vashi slides straight over to Shaan. She runs her hands over Shaan’s chest, soothing him until his breathing steadies. Then she lifts the edge of Shaan’s torn, stained dress and lowers her head between his thighs.

  Niall stands near Shaan’s head, watching his subs with a possessive smile. Once Vashi begins bobbing her head over Shaan’s groin, Niall cups Shaan’s head in one of his huge paws and looks down into his sub’s glazed eyes.

  “Give me yer mouth,” he commands.

  In my arms, Emily shudders. I kiss the top of her head. She’s such a responsive bottom. It doesn’t bother me that she responds to other tops’ dominance. Infidelity is something I’ll never need to worry about with Emily.

  Shaan submits. Niall’s semi-stiff when he stuffs what looks like a battering ram into Shaan’s mouth. When he pulls back out, red and shiny, I have to feel a twinge of sympathy for both Shaan and Vashi. I’ve seen plenty of cocks and, erect, Niall’s is up there among the biggest I’ve seen. He must have had to depth-train both Shaan and Vashi to take that beast.

  Emily worms up in my arms so she can whisper in my ear. “Master Niall’s penis is really, really scary, Daddy.”

  I bury a chuckle in her hair. “Not a turn-on, sweet baby?”

  “No, Daddy. Look at Shaan’s poor throat.”

  I follow her horrified gaze. Niall’s worked his monster all the way down Shaan’s throat, which is distended so far his Adam’s apple pushes up under his skin like a grape.

  “Does that look painful, little love?”

  “Super-owie, Daddy. I’m really grateful you’re normal-sized. I mean, your penis is big and wolfy and wonderful, but nothing like that. I’d have run a mile if you’d whipped that out at the expo.”

  I can’t control a chuckle and hope that Niall isn’t offended. “I’m glad you didn’t run a mile. How are you doing now? Ready for a bath?”

  She smiles and kisses me under my chin. “Yes, Daddy.”

  “You know what would go well with a bath? Some strawberries. I bet we could get a bowl of strawberries off the buffet on the Lido. You don’t have to eat many. Just a taste.”

  She smiles shyly. “Yes, please, Daddy.”

  Good, no argument about the calories. I know she’s over fifteen hundred for the day, but she hasn’t whined. Maybe days when she eats sushi don’t count. That works for me. We can have sushi every day.

  “That’s my girl.” I glance at the threesome in front of us. Niall must have trained the gag reflex right out of Shaan, because he barely struggles as Niall plows his throat. Vashi works at Shaan’s other end, her hair creating a curtain around Shaan’s thighs as she bobs over his groin. It seems rude to walk out in the middle of them fucking, but it’s nearly eleven and I’m more than ready to be alone with my little girl.

  Just as I’m considering being rude, Shaan gurgles his release around Niall’s cock. Niall takes his sub’s face in his hands with a tenderness tha
t surprises me. He doesn’t roar or shout out his release, just rumbles deep in his chest and smiles down at Shaan. “That’s a good boy.”

  Emily sighs. I tip my head down to rub noses with her. “Happy, little girl?”

  “Super-happy, Daddy.”

  “You blew me away tonight, sweetie. We’ll talk about the scene in the morning, but just know that I couldn’t be more pleased with you and you’ve earned a huge reward tomorrow.”

  “Really?” She beams up at me.

  “Really. Say good-night to Niall, Shaan, and Vashi.”

  “And Paul and Rebecca and Mikaela and Gabriela.”

  I nip her nose. “Say night-night, little girl.”

  She grins. “Night-night, little girl.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Emily

  I wake to my daddy’s kisses. His hot eyes smiling into mine. His hands sliding down my body. His slick tip at my entrance.

  I spread my legs and tilt up my hips to welcome him. He pushes into me with a groan that echoes all the way down inside me, making me shiver as my body adjusts to him. He’s taken me so many times, I should be used to him, but each time his size, his weight, is a shock. The nicest kind of shock. One that ripples through me, ringing all my bells, leaving me writhing and needing him more than I need air.

  “Daddy,” I whisper.

  “G’morning, little love.” He nuzzles me even as he pushes deep. It stings, oh, it stings. Ow-ow-ow. I writhe and whimper and Logan pulls back a little. I feel him adjust himself, and something cool trickles over my labia. Then he’s pushing back inside with less friction. I wrap my legs around him and wriggle with perfectly pain-tinged pleasure.

  “That’s my little girl,” he grunts as he seats himself. “Mmm, you feel good. I know you’re sore but take this for Daddy. We’re going to have a nice fuck before breakfast.”

  That sounds like the best way to start the day. I squee happily and he chuckles.

  “After breakfast, we’ll start your reward.” He thrusts slowly, making the most delicious growly noise in his chest. “Play your cards right and it’ll help you heal quickly.”

  What kind of reward helps me heal? As he starts surging in and out, I stop caring. All I can focus on is the sensation of him moving in me, filling me, ramping me higher and higher. His hands slide under me. One to my ass to hold my hips up to him as he thrusts, which reignites the ache and sting of the welts from last night’s flogging. His other hand pushes under my head, sinking into my hair, pulling my head back and holding me arched between those two points of pressure. I whimper but not with pain, although I am incredibly sore. I whimper with surrender. I give myself over to my daddy. However he wants to hold me. However he wants to fuck me. I’m his.

  His deep growl tells me he knows what I’m giving him. That I’ve pleased him. That knowledge thrills through me, almost orgasmic all on its own.

  He doesn’t fuck me for long. Just until I come, shuddering madly on his driving cock. Then he pulls out, fists himself and jacks hard, maybe twenty strokes, before he spurts on my tummy. I watch him uncertainly. Why hasn’t he come in me? Have I done something wrong?

  He rubs his come in until it’s barely sticky, watching the circles of his hand against my skin with wolf-hot eyes.

  “What is this, Emily?”

  His voice is just as wolfy as his eyes. No disappointed rasp. That tells me I haven’t done anything wrong and wearing his come is part of my reward.

  I venture a guess. “Daddy’s gift?”

  “That’s right. Daddy’s gift to his good girl. Is it disgusting to have Daddy’s come on you?”

  Kinda? But I’m pretty sure that’s not the right answer. “No, Daddy.”

  “That’s right. There’s nothing disgusting about it. This is my gift to you. You’re going to wear Daddy’s gift until after breakfast. Then you’ll have a chance to wash. While you’re wearing Daddy’s gift, I want you to think about why Daddy gave it to you, then at Knee Time we’re going to talk about it.” He shifts and lies down beside me. When he opens his arms, I go into them a little self-consciously, not sure he’ll want me to touch my sticky tummy to him. But he does, pressing me close with his big hand in the small of my back. “Now we’re going back to sleep for an hour, little love.”

  I wriggle—this new endearment makes me crazy happy—and settle against him. “Okay, Daddy.”

  “I’ll wake you at eight and we’ll have a nice breakfast together. Then you’re going to get your reward for being such an angel last night.”

  I should probably be worried about my reward, since I’m super-sore in lots of spots, but all I feel is a swell of adoration for this man. He thinks I deserve a reward? I want whatever he wants to give me. “Ta, Daddy.”

  “Good girl. Sleep now.”

  In this moment, sleep sounds better than anything else. I snuggle in and close my eyes.

  * * *

  My tummy is dry, and only a little crusty, by the time we wake up and he dresses me for breakfast. I still feel funny about wearing his come, but I keep reminding myself that it’s Daddy’s gift to his good girl. Another soft, pink, baby doll dress goes over my crusty tummy and sore back, this one with white daisies around the neckline, sleeves, and hem. I love the dresses he’s brought for me. I love that he brought dresses for me. He said I blew him away last night, but he blows me away all the time with the amount of thought and effort he puts into topping me.

  I pair the pretty dress with my stripy pink and white thigh-highs and hope he doesn’t mind dots with stripes. He seems crazy for my thigh-highs and this morning’s no exception. As I’m brushing my teeth, he comes in and strokes my legs, front then back. He never goes high enough to touch my pussy—bare because he’s said no undies today at all, which is freaking me out a little—but I start throbbing again at his touch. Owie. Sooo sore.

  He kisses the back of my head while he watches me, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror.

  “Good morning, beautiful girl.”

  I feel beautiful this morning. Really beautiful. Maman and the mirror are liars. In the pretty dress he bought me, with his come on my tummy, wearing his marks all over me, my insides super-sore from his wolfy loving, I feel beautiful. “Good morning, Daddy.”

  “How are you feeling? Any spots that need cream?”

  I wriggle while I work the toothbrush around my back molars. Lots of aches and pains, and sitting down is going to be a challenge, but nothing painful. Considering how much his hells-bells flogger hurt when he was hitting me with it, I should be crippled, but nothing is screaming at me.

  I spit and rinse before I say, “No, Daddy. No really bad spots. I’m sore and achy but nothing needs cream.”

  “How about your sunburn?”

  I tap my fingers against my upper chest, testing the skin. It’s cool now and only a little stingy. “Maybe a bit more aloe.”

  “Okay.”

  He finds the green tube with my toiletries, squirts a little on his fingers and rubs it in while I watch him in the mirror.

  “Thank you for taking care of me, Daddy. Ta very much. Is there anything I can do for you?”

  He lifts an eyebrow. “Like what?”

  “You were in the sun yesterday, too. I could rub lotion on places you can’t reach?”

  “All right.” He kisses the top of my head before disappearing. I brush my hair out while I wait for him to return. When he does, he hands me a small plastic tub. “This is unscented. You can rub it into my back.”

  Happy I can take care of him and filing away that he doesn’t like scented lotions on his body, I lift the white button-down he’s wearing, scoop a little of the lotion out of the tub, work it between my fingers to warm it and then rub it all over his back. It’s amazing to touch him. His warm skin and heavy muscles are satin over iron under my palms. More than that, knowing I can touch him any time is wonderful. None of my other Doms have let me touch them without permission, but Logan said during our first date that little girls should feel free to touch
their daddies whenever they need to, so they feel safe. I love-love-love that. I usually wait for him to initiate contact anyway, but the idea that I can touch him whenever I need to is still wonderful.

  When I’m done with the lotion, I straighten his shirt and tuck it into his belted jeans. His look is so simple, but so hot: white Oxford with the sleeves rolled up to show his strong forearms, jeans that frame his butt and long legs, and the thick leather belt that makes me nearly salivate. I lean against his back and wrap my arms around his waist, before pressing kisses to his shoulders.

  “Thank you for that, little girl. I appreciate you taking care of me and asking before you did.”

  “A little should take care of her daddy, too, and I feel like I don’t do very much for you,” I say into the space between his shoulder blades, nuzzling the warm cloth.

  He grunts. “If there’s anything you’d like to do for me, you can always ask. I really liked the foot-rub, so I’ll probably have you do that again from time to time. I’ll think about some other personal services you can do for me when we get home, but for now I just want us to enjoy being on holiday.” He puts his arms over mine. “This is work for me as well, and I’ll need to work today, but I want you to know how much I’m enjoying our time together, Emmy. I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun.”

  I only thought my insides were full of sparklers and champagne but hearing him say that he’s having so much fun with me really lights me up. “Me, too, Daddy. Epic vacation.”

  “Breakfast, little girl, and I want you to have some citrus fruit and berries along with whatever else you eat. Lots of Vitamin C today to help your skin and muscle recover.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “That’s my girl.”

  He takes me to the buffet on the Lido Deck for breakfast and we sit in our favorite booth again, with the view over the open ocean, which is dark gray today, reflecting heavy clouds. I’ve seen plenty of storms roll in over Onondaga Lake and it looks like a big one’s coming. I’ve never been out on the water in a storm. Hopefully it won’t be too scary, but if it is, I know a daddy who will huggle me through it. I grin at him at the thought.