The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection

by Frost, E J

  I work her up again quickly, enjoying her moans, the way she pushes herself back onto my face when desire drowns her control, like she just can’t help her little self. I flutter my tongue in her opening, then down to her swollen nub, then back again. She makes the most wonderful guh-guh-guhh sound, which tells me she’s close, so I pinch her clit to give her the pain that trips her over. She screams out her second orgasm while I press my face against her thigh and laugh with delight.

  When she’s done bucking and sags on the bed like the cutest, deflated balloon, I stretch out beside her.

  “Lick your mess off my face, little girl.”

  “Daddy, no,” she pleads in a tiny whimper.

  “There’s nothing disgusting about it, sweetheart. With the bubble bath, it tastes like cherry tart. C’mon, share it with me.”

  She inches her head over and hesitantly licks my nose. I hum encouragingly at her. With a little grumble, she laps my cheeks and lips until I capture her head in my hand and draw her down for deep kisses.

  When I release her, her eyes are huge and glossy. “See, not disgusting at all.”

  She wrinkles her nose at me. “Kinda more egg custard than cherry clafoutis, Daddy.”

  “I’m not sure what cherry clafoutis is, but there’s nothing bad about how you taste, with or without unicorn bubble bath. You’re my baby girl, Emmy. I love all of you, inside and out. I love the way you taste. I love the way you smell. It’s all part of you.”

  “Even the messy bits?”

  “Even the messy bits.” I reach over and grab a baby wipe because what’s left on my face is beginning dry stickily. As I clean off, I say, “You’ve never once objected to swallowing my come, sweetie. I know for a fact it doesn’t taste this sweet. Why is this different?”

  “That’s your gift.”

  I brush a long curl off her cheek. “Sweetheart, this is your gift to me. Every drop of your arousal is a gift. Can you see it that way?”

  She screws up her face and I can’t control a chuckle.

  “Okay, just try for me. You ready for round three?”

  “Yes, Daddy. Can I have your wolfy-penis this time?”

  I give her another deep kiss. “You may. How are you holding up in this position? Knees okay?”

  “Mm-hmm. Bed’s nice and soft.”

  “Good. Wolfy-Daddy wants to plow his little girl. You ready?”

  She grins. “As I’ll ever be.”

  I smack her on her cheeky ass. “You can come up on your hands at any point if you need to but remember to keep that back nice and flat for me. No arching up like a cat. Daddy’s going to go hard, and I want you to bear it for me, but if it truly gets to be too much, call out yellow loud and clear, little girl.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Good girl. No touching yourself while Daddy’s fucking you.” I kneel up behind her and stroke my fingers up and down her damp crease. “Does my baby doll deserve some lube?”

  “That’s for you to decide, Daddy, but please, please, I would like lube. A million pleases.”

  “A million pleases? You must really want some lube.” I planned to give her plenty anyway. There may be a time when Emily relaxes enough about anal sex to enjoy me taking her without lube, but we’re not there yet. I’ve been so pleased with her progress, the natural growth of her trust, that I’m letting everything happen in its own time rather than pushing her limits. There are areas in which Emily needs to be pushed to let go of her fears and enjoy our experiences to the fullest, but this isn’t one of them.

  “I really, really, really do.”

  “Okay, my sweet girl.”

  I take my time retrieving the bottle of Swiss Navy, opening it, and drizzling it over myself and her. I want Emily to anticipate what I’m about to do to her. I can see she does by the way her adorable little ass wiggles.

  I pull a pair of pillows over so they’re at hand to prop up her hips for when I really want to slam into her, then take my cock in hand and rub the swollen head up and down her slit. Knowing I can plunge into her anywhere, wherever I want, shoots heat up into my belly and all through my veins. I dip into her cunt first and bathe in the welcoming warmth. Just the tip, in and out. Emmy makes delicious little sounds. She loves the initial sensation of penetration, which is why I designed the scene this way. We may not do this often, I’ll save it for special occasions, but if she likes it as much as I think she will, we’ll be doing it again.

  I take my tip out again and rub it up and down her glistening slit. Gripping her satiny hip with my other hand, pressing my palm against my brand, I hold her still.

  “Are you ready for Daddy here?” I ask, pressing my tip to her tender hole. “Is it sensitive from the enema?”

  “A little, Daddy.”

  “Mmm, I can tell. It’s so pink.” I part that rosy furl with my blunt head and push a little way in, just past the two rings of muscle, then pull back out and plunge into her cunt again, half-way this time. “And this sweet little pussy is so red. So pretty.”

  I fuck her for several strokes before I withdraw and play with her clit while she squirms and whimpers.

  “Is that still sensitive after all that coming?”

  Between sweet, little gasps, she manages, “Yes, Daddy.”

  “You know what a temptation a sensitive little clitty is for Daddy,” I say.

  She grinds her face into the covers. “Please.”

  “Yeah, I thought so.” I give her clit several sharp taps with the balls of my fingers, hard enough to sting. Her gasps turn into long moans. My baby doll does love her pussy spankings. Once I’m sure her clit is singing, I plunge back in, this time into her ass, which earns me a little wail. I fuck her for several strokes, then pull back and slam into her pussy. She pikes up as much as the arm restraints will let her, onto her elbows, and rocks back onto me, wailing as that sweet cunt clamps down on me.

  “Ah, there we go, my good, good girl. Come all over Daddy’s cock.”

  She squeals and shudders as wave after wave breaks over our joined bodies. I ride out her orgasm, grasping her shoulders to pull her back onto me and thrusting deep to stimulate her all the way to her core. She loves having her cervix bumped, particularly when she’s orgasming, to pitch the pain just that bit higher. When she sags onto the bed, I rub her back while I keep sliding half-way in and out to prolong the aftershocks.

  “There’s my good baby. I want you to give me one more, so we come together while I’m in your bottom. Fill you nice and full of Daddy’s gift.”

  She mumbles into the covers but nods weakly.

  I don’t take it easy on my little girl, because I’d disappoint her if I did. Emily’s made of much tougher stuff than she looks. But I do give her another dollop of lube before I push, slow and firm, into her soft ass and ride her. I love all of the sensations of sex but the grip of those bands of muscle up and down my shaft, the deep heat of her body, the increased friction of thrusting through tissue with little natural lubrication, they’re like nothing else. Her ass begins to squeeze me with hard pulses, and I lose myself in the pleasure, pounding my little girl into the pillows as she whimpers and wails and her body grips me tighter and tighter. She squeals out a high scream of release just as my own roar punches through my chest and our bodies meld into a single, bucking, blurring, blissful entity.

  I collapse on top of her then unsnap her wrist cuffs and roll us both to the side, so I don’t crush my sweet baby. I tuck her tightly into my chest and thighs and murmur my pleasure to her through the shuddery aftershocks. When she twitches uncomfortably, I withdraw from her and wipe us both up before taking off her cuffs and settling her onto the pillows.

  “Are you ready for a drink and a cuddle, my wonderful little girl?”

  She nods dreamily.

  I prop her up on several pillows, spread her Ravenclaw binkie over her, and offer her the sports drink. While she drinks, I tidy up the room, grab a selection of stuffies and two books, pull on a T-shirt, and settle into the bed. I offer h
er the stuffies one by one. She picks Peter Aloha Bunny, who is her most constant companion, and Professor Teddington, who is too stiff and hard to sleep with in my estimation, but we’ll see. I settle them to either side of her and arrange the rest of the stuffies on her far side in case she wants to grab one or more in the night. Then I open the first book and read her “Frog and Toad Are Friends,” enjoying her giggles as Frog finds button after button that is not Toad’s missing button. The story’s about friendship and that’s what I want her to focus on: the encompassing affection of our many friends who have come to celebrate this moment in our lives with us, rather than any niggling worry about Luisa not liking her. By the end of the story, she’s smiling softly and snuggled deep into my side, her arm across my chest. I put the book aside and open the beautifully illustrated version of “Beauty and the Beast.” I read it to her slowly, savoring her enjoyment of each page, while the overwhelming love I feel for this woman thumps in my chest like a second heart. Her worry about our guests, while not what I want her focusing on, is just an indication of her generous spirit. The thought she’s put into a book for my daughter wraps that beating emotion in a penumbra so bright, I’m surprised it doesn’t shine out of my chest.

  Once I finish the book, I set it on the nightstand and slide down into the pillows so I can draw Emily’s head onto my shoulder. She stretches against my side, slipping one of her thighs between mine. She tangles our feet together with a sleepy giggle.

  “I love you so, so much, my sweetheart.”

  She nuzzles up to kiss the hollow beneath my jaw. “I love you, too, Daddy.”

  “I know orgasm denial is not your favorite thing. I want you to bear it for me, but if it makes you truly miserable, promise to tell me, little girl.”

  “And then I can have all the orgasms?” She lifts her head hopefully.

  I bop the tip of her nose. “Not likely.”

  “Gurn,” she says, using one of the expressions I’ve taught her that my mother used to say instead of cursing. Emmy wrinkles up her face before giving me a kiss on the cheek. “I promise.”

  “That’s my sweetie.” I brush my fingertips over the platinum chain that circles the base of her throat. “I’m going to take this from you tomorrow morning. It’s not because I’m annoyed or upset with you. I want everyone to see you without it, so it means more when I put it on you on Sunday. Okay?”

  She nods. “It’s okay, Daddy. I guessed you would. I’ll miss it, though.”

  “Oh, my baby, I know you will. I’ll miss seeing it on you. But let’s both focus on how special it will feel on Sunday when I lock it back on you.”

  She wriggles her head back onto my shoulder. “Kinda looking forward to it now.”

  “Kinda?”

  “Eeeny-weeny bit.”

  I poke her in the ribs. “You are a mischief.”

  She giggles softly, but it’s a very sleepy giggle and I stroke the spot I’ve poked to soothe her to sleep. “Love you lots and lots, Daddy. I can’t wait to be your collared babygirl.”

  “I can’t wait for you to be my collared babygirl. Sleep well, sweetheart.”

  She murmurs in response and I close my eyes so I can drift off with my soul mate in my arms.

  Chapter Three

  Emily

  “Orgasm denial sucks giant rotten monkey balls,” I tell Vashi.

  She puts her hand over her mouth to cover her laughter.

  “Niall demanded the same before he collared me. And of Shaan, only his lasted for a month.”

  “A month!” I immediately adjust my level of annoyance. It’s only two days and Daddy did give me a really good orgasm this morning before breakfast, on top of all the orgasms last night.

  Vashi nods before she takes a sip of her tea. “Twice. Once when Niall first collared Shaan, before I knew them. And again before our wedding. Niall said Shaan must be in no doubt as to whom he belonged.”

  I shudder at the idea. “I’m guessing he wasn’t in any doubt after that?”

  Vashi giggles. “Very little.”

  She folds her lips over her teeth to stifle her giggle when Martyn, the inn keep, comes into the breakfast room. Vashi and I are alone in the lovely room, with its robin’s egg blue walls and view over the inn’s flowering gardens. Daddy, Niall, and two more Doms who arrived just after breakfast, Daddy’s friend Mac and Master Harold from the club, are out in the gardens somewhere, inspecting the hedge-maze where we’re having the scene tonight. Shaan disappeared across the hall to the library with his laptop after breakfast to get some work done, leaving us to gossip.

  “Another pot of tea, ladies?” Martyn asks. I love how he’s dressed today, in a black pin-striped apron over gray suit pants, a deep gold waistcoat, black cravat, and a white dress shirt with sleeve garters. When I brought Professor Teddington down to breakfast, Martyn disappeared for a few minutes and brought out a matching gold waistcoat for him. He’s promised he’ll bring a little trunk of Professor Teddington’s clothes up to the room after everyone’s checked in and I’m almost more excited to see the rest of the teddy’s wardrobe than I am to go sightseeing.

  “No, thank you, sir. If I have any more tea, I’ll need to take a porta-potty to the Falls.”

  Martyn chuckles. “Well, we wouldn’t want that. Can I get you ladies anything before I whisk myself off to the scullery?”

  Vashi and I trade giggles.

  “There’s not really a scullery here, is there?”

  Martyn lifts an eyebrow. “Whisk, whisk. Enjoy your day, ladies. I’ll look forward to seeing you all after dinner.”

  Vashi and I wave to him.

  “Does he have a lady-friend?” she asks. “Or a gentleman-friend?”

  “Or both?” I lift Professor Teddington’s paws. “I don’t know, but if he doesn’t, we need to find him one. How is Benjie getting on with Lilah?”

  Vashi’s wide, white grin breaks out. Although we schemed about it extensively together, the matchmaking behind bringing together Daddy’s wonderful nurse in San Diego with an absolutely adorable subbie was all down to Vashi and Shaan.

  “He brought her to dinner this week. There was much masala chai.”

  I grin back at her. Masala chai’s our code for all the non-kinky ways our Doms show us they love us.

  “Is he getting more comfortable with impact play?” I ask. Benjie has the authority of a seasoned Dom, but he was reluctant to engage in impact with Lilah at first. She’s not a masochist like I am, but she wanted more than the bondage and sensation play he was giving her.

  Vashi nods. “He paddled her before dinner. He did very well. Even Niall was most impressed.”

  “If Master Niall was impressed . . .” I wiggle my eyebrows and Vashi laughs.

  “I am hopeful he will collar her when we are together in January.”

  “I would love that.” I clap my hands together softly, not wanting to summon Martyn back from wherever he’s whisked. Benjie couldn’t get time off to come to my collaring, but he’s promised to come to Vegas in January for our wedding. If he would bring Lilah and collar her, I’d be over the moon. Maybe if I casually mention it to Daddy—

  “What are you two plotting?” Daddy asks, walking into the breakfast room.

  I jump nearly out the window. His Batman hearing is out of control.

  “World domination,” Niall says, striding over to stand behind Vashi’s chair and rest his hands on her shoulders. “Behavin’ yerself, mo cheann beag?”

  Vashi smiles up at her Dom. “Of course.”

  “Uh-huh.” He smooths a massive palm down the black silk fall of her hair. “Ready to see the noisy, watery thing?”

  “Yes, pukka sahib.”

  Niall’s question gets us moving, even though I’d almost give up another view of the Falls to spend another hour gossiping with Vashi. We video-call every few days, but it’s not the same as sitting here with her over tea, enjoying the view together. I gather Professor Teddington under one arm and with the other I reach out to Vashi. She ta
kes my hand and squeezes. We walk out of the breakfast room together.

  * * *

  Despite the orgasm denial, I really am the luckiest little girl in the world. Daddy gets special permission from Martyn to take Professor Teddington sight-seeing with us. Martyn even produces a tiny, yellow rain slicker for him in case we get close to the Falls. With Professor Teddington in one hand and Vashi holding the other, I don’t have a hand free for Daddy, so whenever we stop to see a view as we take the Cave of the Winds tour, I cuddle up to him and make sure he knows he’s the best daddy ever. He snuggles me back and when we get to the wet parts, makes sure both Professor Teddington and I stay dry.

  I worry a little about Vashi who is wearing another of her beautiful saris, today in red and gold, with bangles winding up her arms and gold through her ears and nose. Although she’s wearing hiking sandals like I am, I don’t want her lovely clothes to be ruined by the dust and spray. She looks wholly unconcerned, though, and keeps pace with Niall and Daddy even with their much longer legs. When we get to Bridal Veil Falls, Niall tenderly wraps her in three light ponchos, and when he takes them off, she doesn’t have a drop on her.

  She squeezes my hand when we start walking again. “There is always much masala chai with Niall.”

  Having seen his ferocity with Shaan, who decided to stay back at the inn today, firsthand, Niall’s tenderness with Vashi always comes as a surprise. Daddy has moments of ferocity, too, but they’re rarely aimed at me. When they are, and he’s a wolfy-daddy, I don’t mind at all.

  When we get back to the inn after a quick stop at the restaurant for tonight to make sure they’re still okay with the increased reservation, we have to climb over the bags filling the foyer.

  “Javier’s arrived,” Daddy says, chuckling, as he helps me over the pile of designer luggage and straight into a hug from Mistress Maude. “How many days are you lot staying?”