The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection

by Frost, E J

  Harold grunts as I finish. “Mind if I say something to him?”

  “Be my guest.”

  He walks over to Pence and stands beside the pillory for a moment, before resting one beefy hand on Pence’s head. “I’m fond of you, brat, but I’ve seen you stepping further and further out of line recently. I’d planned my own punishment scene tonight as a gentle correction, but you stepped so far over the line you’re in another fucking continent, so I’m going to let Master Logan take the lead in bringing you back where you need to be.”

  Pence whimpers and shakes. He was counting on Harold getting him out of this. No wonder he wasn’t trying.

  Harold continues in his deep, measured voice. “I’ll participate no matter what you choose and we’ll have words while I punish you to get to the bottom of whatever’s turned you into the bitchiest bitch of the west, although I think I have a pretty good idea and I’m telling you now, it’s no excuse. When it’s all over, either way, you’ll come home with me and I’ll do your aftercare. There’s a light at the end of the tunnel, boy, and you keep that in mind over the next few hours. I’m not telling you you can’t safe word. You always can, and if you do, we’ll all respect it. But you know how I feel about you using your safe word to duck out of punishments. I’ll be disappointed in you, and you’re going to face me again on Wednesday as usual, so this particular problem isn’t going away.”

  Pence takes several ragged breaths as Harold pats his head and steps away, returning to stand near me, rocking back on the heels of his black boots and sticking his thumbs in the pockets of his well-worn jeans.

  “It’s no excuse, but you know he was being loyal to his friend,” Harold says to me, his voice low.

  “Loyalty’s commendable,” I respond. “But what he did was bullying, and I won’t tolerate it. There are ways to show loyalty, like you just did, without being insulting or hurtful. Let’s hope he learns from your example.”

  Harold snorts. “Hasn’t so far. How’s your girl holding up?” He raises his voice. “Emily, let me look at you.”

  She lifts her head and offers Harold a small smile. Knowing that social situations like this are hard for her, particularly where she’s surrounded by Doms, I take her crossed wrists in my hand and rub my thumb firmly over the pressure point in her left wrist. She gives a soft sigh; her shoulders drop an inch. Carrying some tension about the confrontation and Pence’s punishment after all. I’m pretty sure what option Pence will pick, and that will give me plenty of time to take care of my little girl.

  Harold takes a long look into her eyes, then nods to me. “You might have some work to do there,” he says to me, telling me what I figured out already. “But she’s a brave girl. She’s not going to run away from her daddy’s club just because the brat threw a bitch fit. But if he waves his prick at you again, missy, I’ll sew the damn thing to his stomach so he has to piss in his face. You hear me, brat?”

  He raises his voice so much the whole club must hear him. Pence visibly shudders and I meet Dana’s eye as she fights to keep from grinning.

  “Your minute’s up, Pence. Tell me your decision and then answer Master Harold.”

  “Option two, sir, and yes, Master Harold, I hear you, sir. I’ll never, ever, do it again. Thank you for taking care of me, sir.”

  “Prettily done, brat,” Harold booms. “But the wrong fucking choice. Did you pick it because it would please Master Logan and show you’re truly sorry? I don’t think so. You picked that option because you’re afraid of Master Logan punishing you himself. Now you’ve got six hours ahead of you instead of two, and we won’t get home until two-thirty in the morning and I’m too fucking old for that, which I’ve told you before, so you haven’t pleased me, either. Bad brat. For that, I’ll do the honors with the cage and it’s the stainless steel with teeth for you.”

  “No!” Pence tries to pull out of the pillory, his heels rumpling the plastic sheet as he futility backpedals. “No, Master Harold, no! Not that! Please, not that! I’ll pick the other choice!”

  “While you get the medieval torture device, I’m going to get the cinnamon oil and a gag, because I can’t listen to his whining for another minute,” Dana says gleefully, as she all but skips off to an apothecary cabinet on the far wall.

  Pence is screaming by the time they return, straining against the wood holding him in place so hard he’s going to have bruises, and no one’s even touched him yet. I guess he really, really doesn’t like that particular cock cage. Since CBT’s not my thing, I don’t know much about the different types of cages, but I’ll admit the device Harold returns with looks fairly terrifying: all gleaming stainless steel and short pins inside the cage that will dig in if Pence swells much past limp. Pence tries to struggle when Harold kneels to fit the cage on him, but a punch to the sub’s balls that makes my eyes water just watching ends his struggles and Harold fits the cage over the entirety of Pence’s cock and balls before locking it with a firm click.

  Harold returns to my side while Dana gags Pence, puts a squeaky-toy in each hand so he can safe word, then snaps on a surgical glove and walks around behind the sobbing sub with a small bottle of oil and an evil grin.

  “He really doesn’t like that thing,” I say quietly to Harold.

  “No reason for you to know it, but that cage is one of the things that turns him inside out. He loves his orgasms, does Pence, and there’s not a chance he’ll manage one while that cage is on. I’ll check him every thirty minutes if that’s okay with you. Four hours should be fine, but I like to check to make sure his balls aren’t going blue.”

  “Fine by me.” I know generally what to look for when a sub’s in bondage, but I don’t have much experience with cock-cages, so I’ll happily defer to Harold’s expertise.

  “Once it comes off, the boy won’t be able to hold back, so expect him to come quite a bit. He’ll need water regularly, at least twice an hour.”

  “I’m good with that. Nothing about tonight is intended to do him lasting injury, even though his words and actions could have caused permanent mental harm to my submissive. I want him to remember it, and never even be tempted to say something hurtful to Emily again, but do whatever you need to do to keep him safe.”

  “Hmm.” Harold rocks back and forth on his boot-heels. “I’d better get some more serious canes then. Those rattan jobs won’t even make a dent. Boy’s got a bit of a leather-ass. I use stainless steel when I want to make an impression.”

  “Works for me. Tonight’s intended to make a big fucking impression.”

  “I’ll grab my toy bag. Nico’s doing a scene with that new redhead, what’s her name, Annabelle? Annabeth? The one with the pretty tits. But he said he’d be in when he’s done. The brat’ll really regret opening his mouth once Nico and his single-tail get here.”

  Seeing Pence’s eyes widen above the gag, hearing his whimpering gain an octave, makes me smile. “Perfect.”

  “That’s if there’s anything left after Dana gets done with him. Where’d you find that, woman, a sports supply store?”

  Dana, who is strapping a black dildo that could double as a baseball bat around her hips, glances up at us and smiles. “Just making sure he gets the full ‘fire’ experience. Between the cinnamon oil and Big Boy here, he’ll know all about ‘rings of fire’ shortly.”

  She pats Pence’s round ass-cheek, already jiggling as he shuffles around, futilely trying to escape the burn of the cinnamon oil in his ass.

  Fuck, she’s evil.

  “I don’t think we’ve done a scene together before, Mistress Dana,” I say. “But I like your style.”

  She gives me a smile that would do Elektra Natchios proud before she goes back to buckling the straps around her slender hips.

  “Emily, I think it’s time for us to take our seats and enjoy the show.” I release her wrists and turn her to face me, lifting her chin until her eyes meet mine. “Fetch Daddy’s toy bag, a pillow and a blanket for later so Daddy can cuddle you when we’re done. What’s y
our number for tonight, little girl?”

  She squints up at me as she considers. Such a cute little face. “Four, Daddy?”

  “Daddy’s number is twelve.”

  “Twelve?” she squeaks.

  “Um-hum, maybe we can split the difference and call it ten.”

  “But, Daddy, half-way between four and twelve is eight.”

  “Is it now? How about this, for every orgasm you manage over four, you can have a day of coming without permission, whenever you want.”

  “A whole day?”

  “Twenty-four whole hours, baby girl. Is that good incentive to shoot for Daddy’s number?”

  She bounces on her stockinged toes. “Yes, Daddy!”

  “That’s my beanie. Go get the things I asked for so we can have a good long play while Daddy enjoys Pence’s screams. Chop-chop, little girl.”

  She scampers away, her round little ass-cheeks jiggling above the white ruffles of her stockings. Every eye in the room except Pence’s follows her movement, which makes me grin, because it’s not just entrancing, it’s all mine.

  When she returns, I set the toy bag and blanket on the chaise and toss the pillow between my feet as I sit on the edge of the chaise. “Kneel.”

  Every ounce of tension melts out of her and she sags gracefully to her knees. I put my hands on my thighs, palms up, and Emily scoots forward until she can rest her little hands in mine. I catch her eyes and hold her gaze until the muscles around her eyes relax. She sinks into my dominance with a sigh.

  “Good girl. Tell me where we are with your breath training. You may elaborate. You don’t have to use an honorific each time.”

  I hadn’t planned to put her in High Protocol for our scene tonight, but she’s been so quiet since she came out of the changing room that I’m a little worried about her. She surrenders most into my control when I exercise it most strongly, so being very formal with her feels right. That’s not a form of submission I’ve experienced before. Most of my bottoms have made me fight them for control; Emily presents her submission to me on a platter. There is no right or wrong way to submit, and as many different forms of submission as there are submissives, but I like Emily’s version very much. I can see how much the formality relaxes her. That lets me relax and enjoy controlling her in a way I haven’t before.

  “I’ve been able to hold you down my throat for more than a count of thirty a few times,” she offers quietly. “And a count of fifteen without gagging.”

  “Good girl. What’s the hardest for you?”

  “Holding you down without gagging.”

  “Uh-huh.” I squeeze her fingers. “Tonight, we’re going to work on both: how long you can hold me down, and how long you can go without gagging. What do I want you to focus on?”

  “Daddy’s pleasure.”

  “That’s right. If you start to struggle, hum and I’ll help you. Keep your eyes on mine as long as you can.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “That’s my sweetie. You may hear some noises behind you. Ignore Pence. Stay focused on me.”

  “Okay, Daddy.”

  “Give me a kiss to start the scene, then take my cock out and put a ring on me before you take me in your mouth.”

  She leans up to press a soft kiss on my lips. I cup the back of her head and hold her for a longer kiss. Her little hands steal down into my lap, stroking my thighs and cock, which has been at half-mast since I made Pence kneel. Emily knows just how I like to be touched and brings me fully erect with a few firm strokes and pinches. I release her so she can free my cock from my pants. While she’s tucking the soft cotton under my balls, I fish a cock ring out of my toy bag and hand it to her.

  She licks all over my glans and down my shaft before she fits the cock ring over me. Velvety, wet touches of her tongue. She’s not one for messy blow jobs, my baby doll. I let her keep it neat for now; when I want to really muss her up, I’ll fuck her face.

  A high whine from Pence makes me flick my eyes up from the mesmerizing sight of Emily lapping at my scrotum. Dana gives me a serene smile over the wooden crossbeam of the pillory as she closes her red-tipped fingers over the edge and uses it as leverage to sink her monster strap-on slowly into Pence.

  That’s a boy who’s going to have a sore ass tomorrow.

  I give her an answering smile before turning my attention back to my girl. When I meet Emily’s eyes and she sees she has my attention again, she changes her technique, licking up the underside of my cock with her tongue pointed. My balls tighten.

  “That feels so good, my baby. Take me in your mouth now. Don’t forget Daddy’s balls.”

  She nods eagerly, tongue lapping at the ridge of my head while her fingertips slide along the taut sac. She begins pinching lightly, then harder as I encourage her with a groan. Her warm, wet mouth closes over my glans, her tongue pressing perfectly on that sensitive spot where the head meets my shaft. Oh, my good girl. I cup her head, stroking her forehead with my thumb, to reward her.

  A hand on my shoulder breaks my concentration.

  “What do we have here?” Javier asks.

  “Pence thought it would be a good idea to bully Emily and wave his dick at her while they were in the changing rooms,” I tell him. “So, instead of the scene I had planned, Pence is tonight’s entertainment. Anyone can punish him until closing. Dana’s warming up his ass with some cinnamon oil and we’ve got a bucket of ice ready to cool him down when she’s done.”

  Javier’s hand tightens. “Is Emily okay?”

  I stroke my baby doll’s hair. “She will be.”

  “I see.” Javier moves around me and heads towards Pence, an expression of predatory antagonism sharpening his patrician features.

  I haven’t seen Javier interact with Pence much. I don’t know if Pence is guilty of some other malfeasance, or if his bullying of Emily has launched Javier into overdrive. What I do know is that Pence squeals around the ball gag as he watches Javier stalk towards him and his fear is probably justified.

  Javier stops in front of Pence, standing beside Harry.

  “Your work?” He nods at the cock cage Pence is wearing.

  “Ayuh.” Harry’s lost most of his Maine accent, but every now and then it peeks through.

  “Good work.”

  Javier moves forward and unbuckles the posture collar and ball gag. Pence works his jaw before opening his mouth, presumably to express his thanks at being out of the gag, but he doesn’t get the words out before Javier slaps him across the face.

  It’s an open-handed slap, on the hollow of Pence’s cheek rather than on the bone, so it probably won’t even leave a bruise. Pence wails anyway.

  “I warned you,” Javier says. “What did I say?”

  “Th-the next time I played out for attention it wuh-wouldn’t go well for me,” Pence blubbers.

  “That’s right. How’s it feeling?”

  “Huh-hurts, sir. Puh-please, my dick—”

  “Your dick’s caught in a steel trap, from the looks of it.” Javier cups Pence’s chin. “I think we’ll make that permanent for the foreseeable future. Whenever you’re in the club, until Sunday at midnight, you’re in the cage. Hear me?”

  “Nuh-no, please, sir.”

  “Time for begging’s past, boy. Take a deep breath and get ready to hold it. Or not. I don’t mind if you choke.” Javier unzips his suit pants, pulls out his cock, and shoves it into Pence’s mouth. “I rather prefer it, actually.”

  I’ve been watching Emily’s face during this exchange. The worry in her eyes has grown to fear.

  “Javier’s not harming Pence,” I whisper to her. “He’s going to have a sore throat and a sore ass. That’s all. Focus on me.”

  The line between her brows disappears and she sucks me a little deeper.

  “That’s my girl,” I say, pitching my voice so Pence can hear. Javier’s blocking Pence’s view of us, but I want him to hear me praising Emily while he’s being choked and reamed. “Take me down and hold, sweetie. We’ll start with
a count of five.”

  She gives me a little nod before she sucks me to the back of her throat. I draw her hands to my thighs and let her work at her own pace. Although she trains for five minutes every night before bed with her toothbrush to suppress her gag reflex, she still gags when I hit the back of her throat during the first minute or two of a blow job.

  Her nose is nearly brushing my trimmed pubic hair before she gags for the first time, which is further than she’s gotten before. I praise her lavishly, stroking her brow and cheeks, while she swallows. I give her a moment, and when she seems on top of it, push all the way in.

  She holds my eyes, hers glittering with sweet tears, as I start the count. “One, baby doll. Two, baby doll.”

  She holds it to five, good girl that she is. She coughs a little as I pull back, but manages a smile before I push forward again.

  “You’re doing well. Daddy’s very pleased with you. All the way down again.” She takes my wet length a little more easily, making the first of those delicious, slurping noises as her cheeks hollow. When the tip of her nose touches my groin, I start the count. “One, wonderful baby. Two, wonderful baby.”

  Happiness glazes those teary eyes as she starts to sink. Perfect. She often drops into subspace during a blow job, but with everything going on, I thought she might struggle. I fist my hand in her hair so she still feels my control even when I reach the end of the count. She doesn’t draw back or try to take a breath, so I keep counting. I reach fifteen before her shoulders jerk. That’s a sign she’s about to gag. I ease her back and let her take a couple of breaths while I praise her. The muscles of her face and throat are relaxed and her eyes are dreamy. I don’t take my cock out of her mouth and she holds my crown cupped on her tongue. Air whispers coolly along my wet shaft with each of her breaths.

  “Count of seventeen this time.”