The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection Frost, J (good beach reads .TXT) 📖

button-down shirt. He’s rolled up the sleeves to show his corded forearms, and the open collar of the shirt frames the strong column of his neck. It’s his headmaster look, a very butch headmaster, and I want nothing more to be the naughty schoolgirl he bends over his desk.

I lean into him while we listen to the cruise director’s presentation. She explains the difference between public and private scenes, punctuating each point with a shake of the pom-poms that accessorize her pink, cheerleader costume.

Her excessive enthusiasm sucks all remaining energy out of me. Between the time change and the tension of last night and the many orgasms, I could really use a nap. I yawn and turn my face into Logan’s waistcoat to cover it.

“Pay attention,” he rumbles. “Each yawn earns you one demerit, little girl.”

I stuff my knuckles in my mouth, determined not to yawn again.

But Tina-the-Psycho-Cheerleader is like a psychic leech. She drains me of every last joule of energy and I earn four demerits listening to her explain the Dungeon Board, Scene Board and Meet-Up Board we saw when we boarded. I’m wondering where I can find toothpicks to prop my eyelids open as she explains that guests can go nude when we reach international waters, which the captain will signal with three blasts of the ship’s horn, and that at least a bathing suit is required in the restaurants.

“If you face-plant into my chest as you fall asleep, little girl, there will be no more orgasms for you today,” Logan murmurs.

That wakes me up.

“Yes, Sir!” I say with alacrity.

Logan chuckles.

I somehow manage to stay awake, and stop yawning, through a presentation by Jason from the Pink Pearl Spa. He’s only slightly less perky than Tina. I wonder if they drink the same energy drinks.

When Jason finishes, Tina bounces on her toes and claps. “That’s it, ladies and gentlemen! Thank you for coming. We at Pink Pearl are so excited to have you on board and here’s to having the best ten days on the kinky high seas!”

There are some faint cheers, and jeers, in the crowd, and some polite clapping, before people begin drifting away.

Logan doesn’t seem in any hurry to leave, or maybe he just doesn’t like fighting the crowds at the stairs. He makes a slow circuit of the embarkation lounge, which has kiosks for everything from currency exchange to shore excursions. As we’re looking at some brochures for an Aztec ruins’ excursion, Niall-the-Viking strides over and claps Logan on the shoulder.

“Glad I found yeh,” he says.

Logan looks unshaken by the Viking’s friendly assault and offers the man his hand.

After they shake, Niall continues, “Vashi realized she didn’t get Emily’s cabin number and didn’t know how to find her again. She’s been beside herself so I came down to see if I could catch yeh at the orientation.” He holds out a slip of paper, which Logan takes. “That’s our suite number.”

“Thanks. We’re in D Three and Five.”

Niall nods and clasps his hands together in front of him, knuckles whitening. “I don’t quite know how to go about this. Is Emily allowed to meet up with Vashi?”

I can see that it’s an effort for him to frame it as a question rather than a command. This is a man who is seriously used to getting his own way.

Logan nods. “Emily’s not a slave. She can answer for herself.”

“I got the wrong end of the stick.” Niall’s dark blue eyes flick to me. “Vashi is a slave. Yeh understand she needs my permission before she agrees to anything?”

I understand the rules of Master and slave perfectly. “Is she free tomorrow at all?”

“Aye, she has my permission to sit at the pool from ten to eleven and three to four on sea days.”

“Am I free, Sir?” I turn the question to Logan, since I haven’t seen my schedule for tomorrow yet.

“Yes, you’re free from three to four tomorrow,” Logan says.

“Thank you, Sir. Master Niall, with your permission, I’d very much like to join Vashi at the pool from three to four tomorrow.”

He didn’t ask me to call him Master, but since he just told me Vashi’s his slave, I observe the etiquette that I would with any Master and slave.

“I’ll tell her.” He gives me a long look. “Yer nicely trained.”

“Thank you, Master Niall,” I say, bowing my head at the compliment.

“Vashi.” He clears his throat and looks a little uncomfortable. “Vashi doesn’t have many friends who understand our lifestyle. Girlfriends, I mean.”

I nod. I don’t have any real-life friends who understand my kink, although Gracie tries. All of my subbie friends are online. “I have the same problem.”

“Good. Yeh’ll understand each other.” Niall smiles and it’s devastating. I want to bathe in that smile, throw myself at his feet, and promise him anything if he’ll smile at me again. God, he’s a strong Dom. I tuck in a little closer to Logan, and he slides his arm around me. “I’ll tell Vashi yeh’ll meet her at the main pool. If something comes up, would yeh be so kind as to drop us a note? Vashi doesn’t deal well with disappointment, so I’d like to prepare her.”

“I won’t disappoint her,” I reassure him. “I’m looking forward to it.”

He smiles at me again, which makes me weak-kneed and thankful I’m not still wearing the Ben Wa balls or I really would be a puddle on the floor, and claps Logan on the shoulder before he turns back into the thinning crowd.

Logan tucks the paper into his pants pocket and kisses my forehead. “That was a first. I’ve been asked for access to my bottoms before, but never for a girly date.”

I grin up at him. “I’ve never had my Dom agree to a girly date before, either. Will you arrange all my playdates from now on, Sir?”

“Sure.” He kisses the end of my nose. “You’re a mischief, baby. Seducing everyone you meet.”

“You told me to make friends.”

“And you were a good girl and did what you were