Daddy PI: Book 1 of the Daddy PI Casefiles

by Frost, E J

  Logan’s expression finally changes, from a blank-face that I’m worried he’s using to cover his discomfort to pure Wolfy-Daddy. “Like that idea, do you, little girl?”

  “Little bit. Itty-bitty bit.”

  “Uh-huh. If I check your knickers, will I find them damp?”

  He would if I was wearing any. “Kinda.”

  “You’re not wearing any knickers, are you?”

  I clap my hand over my mouth to smother the giggle that tickles up out of my chest.

  “That’s a no. You are such a mischief, little girl. We’ll deal with your lack of underwear in a minute. Going back to your body. Focus with me here, Emmy, how is your bottom? Are you too bruised anywhere for more impact?”

  I wiggle on his hard thighs to test for sore spots. “No, Daddy. I feel good.”

  “Inside? You wore Stanley for over three hours this morning and you’ve had a lot of penetration. Is your sphincter sore? Your vagina?”

  Another experimental wiggle. Other than a hungry ache in my pussy—which is perpetual when I’m around Logan—nothing’s particularly sore. “All good, Daddy.”

  “Show me.”

  I climb off his lap, bend over the foot of the bed, and lift my robe.

  Logan puts his warm hand in the small of my back, pinning me to the bed. He kneels behind me and I feel his breath feather over my bared cheeks as he inspects me. I’m glad I showered and gave everything down there a good scrub, but I still feel funny about him looking closely at my behind. Am I really clean? Does my bottom smell?

  “Daddy? I was, um, wondering if I should start doing enemas?”

  “No, sweetie. If I want you to do an enema, I’ll tell you.” He rubs his fingers along my labia to part them as he inspects my opening. Everything contracts at his touch. Oh, Daddy, Daddy.

  “Mmm, you are nice and wet, little girl.”

  “Yes, Daddy.” I close my eyes in bliss and try not to wriggle too much as he strokes a finger into me and pushes gently against the walls of my vagina.

  “Everything feels good. As for your bottom, I’d rather use psyllium husk pills,” he says. “They clean you out naturally. Before I take your ass, I’ll start you on them. I’m not a huge fan of enemas.”

  I’m not, either, but that’s just because they’re kind of gross. I thought Doms loved them. “Why not?”

  He rubs my perineum and my eyes cross at the wicked sensation. “Overusing enemas can damage your intestines and create an electrolyte imbalance. Even using them less often can create dependence and no one seems to agree on how often is safe, so I’d just rather not use them. If it’s really going to worry you, we can use suppositories and condoms the first few times, until you’re used to the sensations. I do sometimes use cold-water enemas as punishments. You saw that in the contract, right?”

  I did. Unfortunately. I remind myself not to screw up enough to earn a punishment enema, because that sounds like the second worst thing in the world. Right behind soaping.

  He gives my bottom a pat. “Everything’s fine, sweetie. Stand up and let me see the fronts of your thighs. I know the cane caught a capillary.”

  “Yes, Daddy.” I push off the bed, turn and stand in front of him. I could just open my robe but I want his hot eyes all over me, so I unbelt it and drop it off my shoulders instead.

  “Mmm, gorgeous girl.” He runs his wolfy paws from my breasts to my hips. He tests a couple of spots with his thumbs. Drawing my knee up, he kisses a faded yellow bruise before continuing up my thigh, brushing his lips over the scars on my inner thighs. “Lie back on the bed and spread your legs.”

  God, yes.

  I try to go down gracefully, but between how weak my knees have gone and his grip on my thigh, there’s no chance. I flop back onto the bed with a happy squeal.

  Logan pulls me down to the edge of the bed and puts his mouth back on my inner thigh. His chuckle buzzes against my skin. He nips a few times before soothing the sting with kisses. There’s no question where he’s going as he works upwards. He’s not a Dom who refuses to give head—which I really, really appreciate because some of my Doms wouldn’t—but he’s only gone down on me a few times and I know it’s a treat, part of my reward. I try to hold still even when his nips sharpen. He suckles after each bite, deepening the sting and spreading heat over my skin until I tingle all over.

  I plead under my breath when Logan reaches my labia, grips that soft, so sensitive skin between his teeth and pulls. The lick and hard suck that follow zing straight to my clit and turn my pleas into a long, gasping moan.

  He lifts his head to blow across my wet skin. Then his warm mouth closes over me and he sucks, pulling so hard I can feel my clit swell and throb against his teeth. The pressure edges over into pain, then back into pleasure as he eases up, before he pulls again. I grab my own hair to keep from grabbing his head and pant through the tidal wave of sensations. I can’t stay still. There’s too much pressure building inside me. Every muscle is shaking and I toss my head seeking release, howling a baby-wolf howl.

  Logan sits back and blows cool air over me again. Then his hot hand slaps down across my pussy lips like the sting of a thousand bees.

  I shriek.

  His dark chuckle rides the echoes of my scream.

  He spanks my pussy again and again, building and spreading the heat, working it in with his thumb, flicking my clit as it grows painfully sensitive. His mouth closes back over me and it’s only a degree warmer than my spanked skin. I can feel the rush and pulse of each heartbeat against his teeth and tongue as he sucks. He scrapes his teeth over my clit, drawing another shriek out of me, before his tongue plunges in.

  “Daddy, please!”

  He fucks me with his tongue until all the nerves of my opening sing. I try so hard to stay still, but my legs jerk with each stroke, until I have to reach down and grab my own knees to keep from crushing his head during a pincer-wriggle.

  Logan chuckles as he runs his hands up my thighs and closes his hands over mine. “Struggling, sweetheart?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Let me help you. Turn over. Legs over the edge. Wrists crossed in the small of your back.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  He rises and moves away from the bed as I thrash in an attempt to roll over. I hear him undressing and unzipping the toy bag he left nearby as I twist and wriggle and fight with pillows and covers and finally end up face-down as instructed. My legs dangle over the edge, my toes seeking a hold in the carpet.

  When Logan returns, I hastily reach back to position my wrists. He has me grab my elbows, then wraps my forearms together with something soft but unyielding. Once my arms are bound, I can let go of my elbows and relax. He runs his hands down over my hips and cups my ass cheeks. “For a little girl who was spanked pretty thoroughly this morning, you’re not even pink.”

  “Salt water, Daddy.”

  “Really.”

  I nod, rubbing my cheek against the soft bedcover. “It’s a thing. In fact, they should really have a salt pool on the ship so subbies can soak their bottoms. I think I’ll put that on the suggestions card at the end.”

  Logan laughs. “What are you on about, little girl?”

  I’m babbling. “Sorry, Daddy. I’m just excited.”

  “Why are you excited?”

  “Because I think I might have a reward paddling coming.”

  “Think so, huh?”

  I certainly hope so. And I think it might be followed by a reward fucking, given how he’s played with me, the position he’s put me in, and how much he likes taking me from behind. At least I really, really hope so. “If Daddy wants to give me one.”

  “Lucky for you, Daddy does. Let’s warm you up a little. After that, it’s fifteen with Daddy’s whippy paddle. Do you know why you’re getting fifteen?”

  That sounds like a lot for a reward paddling. “Um, no? I thought it was just ten.”

  Logan bends over me and bites my ass, hard enough to make me squeal and thrash against his re
straints.

  “Five for watching movies with bad words and too much violence. Five for trying to bullshit Daddy. And five for waiting in the hallway after I told you to go straight back to the cabin if anything happened at the security check-in.”

  My face flares hotter than my still-throbbing pussy. “Sorry, Daddy! I was just worried about you.”

  “I know you were, sweetie, and that’s why it’s five while we’re playing instead of a real correction, but your safety may depend some day on doing exactly what Daddy tells you, when Daddy tells you to do it, and not malingering because you’re worried about Daddy. Understand me?”

  “Yes, Daddy. I’m very sorry.” And I am. He takes such good care of me; I never want him to think I’m unappreciative.

  “Good girl. Warm up now.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  He sits beside me on the bed, which tells me this really is play. It feels different right from the start and I love it. I love the feeling of his thigh against my hip. I love the heat of his body against my bare skin. I love it much, much more when he slides one hand between my legs and fingers me while he begins a fast pat-pat-pat-slap with his other palm across my ass cheeks.

  “Oh, yes-yes-yes.”

  “You like Daddy warming up your bottom?”

  “Lots and lots.”

  His deep, wolfy chuckle. “I believe you, little girl. And I believe you like it almost as much as you like having my fingers in your needy little cunt.”

  He’s right about that. “Lots and lots and lots, Daddy.”

  “Spread your legs and let Daddy warm up your pussy.”

  My pussy is seriously, seriously warm already, but I’m not going to argue. I slide my feet apart and Logan rewards me with a slap across my labia that rockets me from warm to fiery in one stroke.

  “Yes, Daddy!”

  “You do like your pussy spankings, don’t you, little girl?”

  Like really doesn’t come anywhere close to how I feel. They hurt so, so, so good and I somehow feel closer to Logan when he spanks my pussy than anything other than having him inside me. Even bare-bottomed spankings don’t come close to having him slap my pussy. It’s deranged but I long ago resigned myself to being nuts when it comes to sex.

  “Your clit’s peeking out at me. Too cute. If I give it a tap will you squeak for me, baby?”

  “Yes, Daddy—owww!”

  He smacks my clit again and again, drawing successively higher noises out of me until I shriek. The invasion of his fingers in my pussy and his thumb in my ass a moment later makes me shriek again, but this time in pleasure.

  “Little girl, you’re such a delight.” He finger-fucks me for several strokes until I’m moaning into the pillows and lifting onto my toes to try to impale myself on his fingers. Then he takes his hands away.

  I sink deeper into the bed, trying to relax my butt muscles for what I know is coming.

  It doesn’t feel good. The damn silicon chewing into my flesh is never going to feel good. But between the position, much higher on my bottom, away from the tender crease, and the speed, slower than a punishment, it’s more of a burning caress than an evil chomp. I can relax into it. As the sting spreads into a thick heat, I can enjoy it.

  “One.”

  He runs his hand over my cheeks, rubbing in the warmth. “Different, huh?”

  “Yes, Daddy. How?”

  “Mmm, now that is a Dom secret, but I told you this is my favorite paddle. This is why. I can use it in so many different ways. Little more sting now.”

  There is, like an abrasion, but I can’t tell what he does differently. Maybe it’s all in the wrist but each of the fifteen is slightly different. Some are a lick of flame across my skin. Other sink in like wolf’s teeth, hooking deeply into the muscles of my butt. Logan’s hand rubbing in the hurt of those heavier strikes as I yelp and squirm feels like the wolf’s teeth are chewing. They’re on the edge of too much. Logan varies them so there are more caressing strikes than chewing strikes, though, and they never tip over into true pain. Each strike leaves me trembling, wanting, enveloped in a thick, sweet heat.

  “Fifteen, Daddy,” I whisper after the last stroke, a long lap across both cheeks, like a lick from the fire-wolf’s tongue. I lie panting in the twisted bedding, both achingly needy and strangely spent. My bottom’s on fire and I don’t want any more, but I’ll fall apart if Logan stops now. I want him to fuck me but I’m strangely reluctant to come. I want Wolfy-Daddy to use me for his pleasure and then leave me unconscious, a sodden mess in the sheets. How do I tell Logan that?

  “I don’t think we’re done here, little girl,” he growls.

  “No, Daddy.”

  Maybe I don’t need to tell him. He said he’s not a mind-reader, but when it comes to the sex part, Wolfy-Daddy seems pretty telepathic.

  I hear him moving but I’m too wrecked to even lift my head to see what he’s doing.

  His hands close on my hips. He lifts my ass a few inches off the bed, spreads my ass-cheeks with his thumbs, and rams his cock into me in one brutal stroke.

  I shriek, more in shock than in pain, although it does hurt as he batters his way in and thumps his crown against my cervix. I thrash, only able to kick and twist as he pins me against the bed. He holds my hips in a vise while he pounds me, hard and fast, until I’m screaming with each thrust. Just when I think he’s going to ease back, he repositions so he’s hitting my G spot and then goes faster, pistoning inside me, slamming the breath out of me. It hurts too much to be anything but ecstasy and I huddle under him, inching away from the too, too, too much sensation as he comes, jerking like a crowbar inside me, pouring lava into my overheated insides, roaring and tearing my shoulder with his teeth.

  Without warning, he pulls me up onto the bed, twists me to the side and spanks my clit as I scream for him to stop. My body lashes out of my control, bucking back against him in hard slaps of muscle on bone, wringing grunts out of him as he continues to thrust and I come again, sobbing, trying desperately to push him away with my bound, useless hands.

  He stops as soon as I come and I collapse into a ball, pulling my legs up. Somehow, Logan releases my arms and surrounds me in one movement, legs cupping mine, arms wrapped around me, shoulders curving in as he engulfs me.

  “Sh-sh-sh. You’re okay, little girl.”

  “Daddy,” I whimper. It’s not that I doubt him. I probably am okay. I just don’t feel it right in this moment. I’m overwhelmed and battered and feel like I should be more careful what I wish for.

  He nuzzles me, kissing my cheek. “You’re okay. I know that was intense but we needed that. It’s okay now.”

  This time I believe him.

  “Suck your thumb, honey baby. I want to see you fall asleep sucking your thumb.”

  Unable to do anything but follow his directions, I slip my thumb into my mouth, sucking gently while I relax into the cage of heavy muscle around me.

  * * *

  He wakes me an hour later, kissing and huggling me awake. We’re deep in a pile of pillows and covers, arms and legs entangled and everywhere there’s the warm slide of skin on skin as he cuddles me from blissful sleep to blissful wakefulness.

  “Ooo, Daddy.”

  “Time to get cleaned up for dinner, little girl. Good nap?”

  “Super good. Did you sleep with me?”

  “I did. Sun and sand took it out of me, too.”

  “Daddy’s wolfy paddle and wolfy penis took it out of me.”

  Logan laughs, his chest vibrating against mine. “Naughty baby.”

  “Daddy, please can I say something?”

  He slides up onto his elbow and looks down at me with his dark, patient, watchful eyes. “Yes, little girl, just be respectful. Tell me what’s on your mind.”

  We skipped a million steps is what’s on my mind. Like in L.A. when he said we skipped past his usual second date and jumped into the deep end. I feel like we jumped into the freaking Marianas Trench with the money thing.

  I don’t eve
n know how it happened. It’s not something I’ve ever brought up before with any of my Doms; it was Lew who pushed the issue with me. I didn’t intend to bring it up with Logan. It was just suddenly a really big deal. And I could see it’s a big deal for Logan, too. He wouldn’t let me see his face while we were talking and I got the sense that he wasn’t happy about what I was asking. The way he fucked me before our nap was him re-asserting his dominance and I’m lucky he’s not really pissed-off with me. Was I topping from below? I hope not but I might have been.

  As I wake up and process what happened, I want to take a big step back. Or at least know that Logan took the leap with me.

  “I feel like I pushed too hard, Daddy. With my reward and then asking you to take control of my money. I didn’t mean for any of that to come up now. Not that I was hiding it or anything. I just shouldn’t have brought it up yet. I mean—is it too soon? Did I push too hard? Are you angry with me?”

  He rubs his nose against mine. Eskimo kisses. “No, baby. It’s just a funny boundary, isn’t it, money?”

  I nod. It is a strange boundary, in some ways more sensitive and trickier than physical boundaries.

  “You said you took over another of your subbie’s finances. Was it okay? Did it make you unhappy? I couldn’t see your face but it seemed like you might have been unhappy.”

  He kisses the tip of my nose. “It took me by surprise. I didn’t expect to talk about money so soon, but I’m good with where we’ve ended up. It just took me a little while to process. Managing Luisa’s money didn’t bother me, either, but it was very different from what you’re asking for. I wouldn’t ever do with you what I did with her.”

  Am I doing something wrong?

  “Can I ask why not?”

  “Um-hmm. Luisa needed humiliation. She wanted me to take away everything. Money, independence, power. She wanted to beg for everything. If she wanted a sandwich for lunch, she had to beg me for a tenner before she left for work. She had to earn it and sometimes I made her go without. Not because I was trying to starve her, but because she craved being denied from time to time. I know that sounds cruel and is probably hard to understand—”