Daddy PI: Book 1 of the Daddy PI Casefiles Frost, J (acx book reading txt) 📖

black shirt. She’s got some serious muscles underneath, too, along with enviable boobies. She introduces herself as Rebecca, the scene monitor. After she goes over safety procedures and inspects the contents of Logan’s and Niall’s bags, she tells Daddy how sorry she is she won’t be participating, as Paul had nothing but good things to say about our previous scene.

Then she leans around Logan and tips her head down to smile at me. “I have a little boy of my own back in L.A. He’s got an exhibition this week so he can’t be with me. I can’t tell you how much I’m missing him.”

I feel Logan’s shoulder flex under my tummy. “Emily’s going to be role-playing for most of the scene, but if she goes into subspace she may present as a little. Are you okay with that?”

“Sure. Any issues? Emily, can you still use your safe word when you’re little?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good, that should be fine.”

“If you have some time this week,” Logan says to Rebecca. “Any chance I could pick your brains? I’m new to this dynamic and I’d appreciate any insights you have into topping a little.”

My daddy wants tips for topping me? That makes my tummy squirm. Am I so difficult to top? Maybe I can get him to tell me what she says and then I can reassure him that he really is the best Daddy in the world.

“Happy to,” Rebecca says.

They arrange to meet for lunch the day after tomorrow and just as I’m wondering if I’m going to be on my own for lunch that day, since I doubt I’m invited to their Dom-talk, Logan asks Niall if Vashi can have lunch with me.

I wriggle and whisper my thanks. My daddy takes such good care of me. He really doesn’t need tips, even though it’s so cool that he’s reached out for them. None of my other Doms have been that humble.

When they’re done chatting, Niall takes Vashi over to the table and has her kneel on top of it. He cuffs her hands together in front and runs rope to attachment points on each side of the table. She’s comfortable and free to look around, but she’s not going anywhere. Once he’s done with Vashi, Niall leads Shaan to the other end of the room, through the arch and up onto the dais. As Logan strides along behind them, I hear Niall talking softly to Shaan.

“By not cagin’ yer cock, I’m showing how much I love yeh. What d’yeh say?”

Shaan grunts something into the ball gag that sounds not at all polite. Interpreting gag-speak is a gift I don’t have, but what Shaan says sounds suspiciously like “fuck off.”

Niall evidently thinks so, too. “When yeh doan show respect for me gifts, stócach, it makes me see me arse. Turn around.”

As Logan finally lowers me to my feet, Niall takes out a fat, black marker and writes, “choke me with your cock,” below the wet patch from Shaan’s drool on the front of his dress.

Shaan howls into the gag.

“Keep it up,” Niall warns him. “Plenty more things I can write on yer frock.”

Logan gives me a firm pop on my already-stinging butt, which gets him my immediate attention. “Go sit in the middle chair, Princess.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Even though I’m distracted by what Niall’s doing to Shaan, and a little dizzy from being upside-down for so long, I hop over to the chair. There’s a time and place to be defiant and this isn’t it.

Leaving me to watch Niall dominate Shaan, Logan moves around the room. He and Rebecca drag a big wooden tub close to the door and fill it with swords. I can see from the way he handles these swords that they’re plastic, which cools my anxiety a hair. Then he moves an empty rack close to the chain station and hangs cuffs and floggers from his toy bag on its hooks. The floggers are definitely not plastic. I can see both the knotty one and the one with metal rivets, a sight that shoots my anxiety back up into the stratosphere.

After he secures Shaan to the arm of my chair, Niall joins Logan at the chain station and pulls out his own tools, including an absolutely terrifying-looking short whip.

“He’s not going to whip you, is he, Mr. Shaan?” I whisper.

Shaan groans into the ball gag and tips his head back against the chair.

Oh, wow, he totally is.

Logan returns after he’s finished unpacking his toys. I give him the widest eyes I can manage because the floggers look super-scary.

He chuckles, picks me up out of the chair and sits down with me in his lap. “Before Rebecca opens the door and we really start the scene, tell me how you’re doing, little girl?”

“I’m good, Daddy, except that your floggers look really mean. But I’m still excited. And thank you for checking in with me before we get started. It makes me feel super-safe.”

There, that should reassure him that he’s doing a great job of topping me.

He kisses the tip of my nose. “That’s my girl. What are the safe words for tonight?”

I notice he doesn’t reassure me about the floggers, but I focus on his question. “Yellow if I’m overwhelmed, frightened for real, or at my pain threshold. Red if I need you to stop and check-in.”

“Good girl. I may ask you for colors throughout the scene just to see where you think you’re at. This is a fair-sized room but with thirty people in here it’s going to be very busy. I’ll lay down some ground rules at the beginning, including that no one touches you but me and that no one’s to humiliate you. We already know that not everyone aboard is great at following scene rules, though, so if someone touches you or says something that upsets you, I want to hear your safe words right away. Don’t wait for me to ask a color or I’ll be displeased. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Right.” He tucks a strand of my