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

I bend over as instructed. Logan steps in close behind me and puts his feet between mine so I’m captured between his hard thighs and the edge of the bed. As he begins working his fingers into me, he rubs his other hand over my bare bottom. “This looks almost healed. Just one or two dark spots. How does it feel?”

“Good, Daddy.” It doesn’t hurt anymore, and even if it did, I wouldn’t feel it under the onslaught of pleasure from his stroking fingers.

“Uh-huh. Now what did I say about this bottom getting spanked for watching movies that are much too old for a little girl?”

“You said tomorrow, Daddy,” I say, whimpering at the motion of his fingers, flicking and curling inside me.

“So I did, but I think this bottom can take a spanking now. Then you’re going to say sorry to Daddy for watching naughty movies, and then Daddy might let you come.”

I’m not sure whether to be excited or terrified. I’m already shaky and Logan spanks really hard. A fact he reinforces a second later when he slaps his palm against my right cheek while thrusting his fingers all the way into me. I squeal and squirm with the heat and sting that rockets through me. He builds it, slowly at first, several strokes of his fingers to each burst of tingly heat across my butt. The spanking never transitions into pain, though. Logan’s just ramping me up, and as my brain processes that I’m not really being punished, relief takes me over the edge. “Daddy!”

“That’s it, little girl. What do you say?”

“I’m sorry for watching naughty movies, Daddy! Please may I come?”

“Not yet.”

“Daddy!” I protest.

He reaches under me and tweaks my nipples through the onesie before delivering another tingly slap to my ass. “Behave, little girl. This is Daddy’s cunt. It doesn’t get to come until I say so.”

“Daddy, please! Please, Daddy!”

“Nope. Tell me what you’re sorry for?”

“Watching naughty movies!” I wail.

“And?”

“Coming without permission this morning. I’m so sorry, Daddy!”

“That’s right, you naughty little monkey.” He slaps my ass and rams his fingers into me, and all I can feel is the heat burning me up front and back and I can’t stop, the tremors are starting and I thrash, trying to escape his fingers so I don’t come again without permission.

He grabs my hip and drags me back onto his fingers. “Where do you think you’re going? You take what Daddy gives you and you hold it until I tell you.”

“Daddy, no! Daddy, please!” I howl.

Logan pins me down with his hand in the small of my back while he slams his fingers inside me.

“Daddy, please! Daddy, please! I can’t! Daddy!”

“That’s it. Now, little girl, come now.”

I scream with the release that shoots through me, throwing me forward against the bed, slamming through every nerve, shooting my legs out straight around his thighs, bucking and shaking as my whole world comes apart. The power of the delayed orgasm rips through me, straight down to my bones, and fractures my brain into a thousand spinning, sparkling pieces.

Logan holds me still. His body becomes my anchor as he settles over me, pressing me into the bed, while his fingers continue to slowly stroke inside me, drawing out my orgasm in rolling waves of light and darkness.

“Daddy,” I sob, completely undone.

“That’s my baby angel,” Logan murmurs against my cheek, his breath cool on my hot skin. “I love seeing you fall apart, sweetheart. So beautiful.”

“Daddy, I came too soon,” I bawl, hiccupping against his weight on my back.

He kisses my temple and smooths my hair back from my face. “Sh. That was perfect. Exactly what I wanted you to feel. Trust Daddy. I’m not here to make you fail, sweet baby.”

That soothes me. He’s not like that, giving me impossible goals I can’t reach, just so he can punish me for failure. “I don’t want to let you down.”

“Never, sweetheart. I’m proud of you.”

“You are?”

“Yes, baby. So proud. Every time I see you strive for me, taking pain or delaying your orgasm or accepting my rules, even though I know it’s hard, I nearly burst with pride.”

“Huggle?”

“Whatever you need, sweetie.” He rises off me, turns me around and pulls me onto his lap as he sits, with my bare bottom still hanging out of the open flap of my onesie, cool air kissing my heated cheeks. He holds me to him in koala-baby position and kneads my ass gently, working in the lingering sting. I wrap one arm around his neck and stick my thumb in my mouth, overcome by the emotion flooding through me. Logan rocks me on his lap, calling me his sweet girl, Daddy’s baby doll, while I suck and whimper into his neck.

Finally, when the storm passes, he kisses my wet eyes. He takes my thumb out to kiss me before he gives me his thumb in its place. “I love watching you suck your thumb. Tonight, I want you to use Daddy’s thumb. I want to watch you fall asleep sucking Daddy’s thumb. Can you do that for me?”

“Yeth, Daddy,” I mumble, sucking in soft, slow draws and feeling comforted all the way down to my still-throbbing core.

“Can you sleep in this, panda baby, or will you be too hot?”

“I can sleep in this.” Particularly if his room is still sub-arctic.

“Good.” He squeezes my ass, intensifying the low throb, before rubbing it away. “Have you ever fallen asleep with a cock in you?”

“No, Daddy.”

“If you can’t come up with anything else that’s what you can give Daddy tonight. You can fall asleep sucking Daddy’s thumb, stuffed full of Daddy’s cock. I would love that.”

I would love that, too. So much my eyes overflow. What’s wrong with me? I’m not weepy like this. “Please, Daddy.”

“Good girl. That’s my honey baby. Daddy’s going to carry you down now. You stay just like this, wrapped around Daddy with your little red ass hanging out for everyone to see. I want everyone to see Daddy’s marks on you.”

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