Other
Read books online » Other » The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection Frost, J (good beach reads .TXT) 📖

Book online «The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection Frost, J (good beach reads .TXT) 📖». Author Frost, J



1 ... 154 155 156 157 158 159 160 161 162 ... 455
Go to page:
doing it, but the last thing I want to wake her is a strange man unlocking her door.

She blinks up at me sleepily. “Daddy, is it time to get up?”

“No, sweetheart. We’re changing the locks,” I tell her. “It’ll only take a minute, then you can go back to sleep.”

She yawns. “Okay.” I see her register Niall standing in the doorway. She waves at him. “Hi, Master Niall.”

“Caileag, did yeh have a big sleep?”

She nods and snuggles back down in the pillows.

Earl has the lock off Emily’s door even faster than mine, if that’s possible. I wince as the lock halves fall to the floor. He fits the new lock and hands me the key. “There you go, all fixed.”

“Thanks, Earl.”

He scratches his graying hair. “Need anything else, you just come down and find Earl. You don’t have to bother the captain, eh?”

“Okay, thanks for that.” I shake his grimy hand and watch as he packs up his bag.

Niall pats me on the shoulder. “Need meh anymore?”

“No, thanks for everything.”

“See yeh at eleven.”

“See you then. Cheers, mate.”

I close the door behind him and throw the safety latch, which is separately bolted to the doorframe and looks pretty solid. I still might try to get portable latches shipped to one of the ports of call. I know from bodyguarding that you can only make a room so secure. The more important thing is to keep the body you’re guarding from harm. From now on, I’m treating Emily like I’m her body man.

I lock up my room and the connecting door before I return to Emily’s bed. She smiles up at me. “Hi, Daddy.”

I kiss her forehead. “Hi, baby doll. How’re you doing?”

“Good. Is it all taken care of now?”

“Yeah, nothing to worry about. You can go back to sleep.”

“Kinda not tired.”

I lean down so I can rub noses with her. “Kinda not, huh?”

“Can I get up and be with you?”

She gives me the big eyes, but she doesn’t need to break out those guns; I’ve already given up the idea of going on a run. It’s Sunday, after all. I’m due a lie-in.

“How about I come back to bed with you?”

A huge grin blooms on her face. “That’s a better idea.”

“Uh-huh, Daddy gets them from time to time.” I shuck off my sweats and pull back the covers. “Scoot back, little girl.”

She flops onto her back and spreads out her arms and legs. “Can’t. I’m a mattress.”

Fuck, she’s cute, and so sweetly playful, even after a scare like she had this morning.

“Are you?” I cup her soft breast through her onesie. Tease her nipple to a peak between my thumb and forefinger. “You’re a lumpy little mattress.”

“No, I’m super comfy to lie on.”

“Super comfy? Well, let’s put this to the test.” I roll on top of her and grin at her squeak. “Pretty comfy, I’ll admit.” I stretch and settle, so she’s bearing my full weight. She pants as she tries to breathe. “How’s that for you, little mattress? You comfy?”

“Not so much, Daddy,” she huffs. “You’re heavier than an ephalump.”

I chuckle and slide up onto my forearms so she’s not taking my whole weight, then balance on one arm while I reach down between us. I open her onesie and arrange it until I can slide the tip of my cock up between her legs. I hum with pleasure as my crown rubs across her pussy lips. She’s not wet yet, but I’m pretty sure I can change that.

“I think you need to be tired out, little girl, and then you’ll be able to get back to sleep.”

She winds her arms around my neck and looks up at me with such eagerness it would shoot my cock hard as a rock, if it wasn’t already. “Will you help tire me out, Daddy?”

“Yes, my eager little beanie, I sure will.”

I’m gentle with her cunt, but brutal with her ass when we wake again, and I give her the promised ten with Belphegor. She whimpers and whines through the paddling, but wears the biggest, most beatific smile I’ve ever seen on a sub’s face while we shower, rub T-Relief into her many bruises and Vitamin E into her very red labia, dress, and head to brunch.

* * *

She doesn’t join me in Eggs Benedict, but I don’t have to talk her out of dry toast and grapefruit. She hovers at the waffle station while we’re walking through the buffet line. When I touch her cheek and nod my approval, she bites her lip and asks, “Just for a treat? Because it’s Sunday and this is breakfast and lunch together?”

“Absolutely, baby doll.”

She picks whole-wheat waffles, so they’re still healthier than I could stomach. She refuses butter or whipped cream but gets blueberries from the fruit bar and tops the waffles with them. Feels like Christmas.

While we eat, I tell her about the work I’d like her help with today. She listens and when I’m finished explaining, nods eagerly. “I can do that, Daddy.”

“Good girl. I thought you could.” I don’t know anything about writing novels, but I’m guessing she’ll need to make timelines for her books and that’s what I want to do: create a timeline of Bill Black’s comings and goings during the last three days of the cruise. And of anyone who came and went from his cabin. “We’ll take a couple of breaks from the exciting work of reviewing CCTV footage,” I say, to her grin. “We’ll have a little workout with Niall, then your class at four, and we’ll go watch this Sunday Showcase that Michael mentioned. No scenes for us today, but if you want to watch some, just tell me.”

Her grin softens to something shy and she shifts on her seat. “I wouldn’t mind having a day off.”

“I know you must be sore, sweetheart.” She gives me a small nod. “Day off it is. Since you gave me a great foot-rub yesterday, I’ll return the favor today with a massage. We could have a Jacuzzi

1 ... 154 155 156 157 158 159 160 161 162 ... 455
Go to page:

Free ebook «The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection Frost, J (good beach reads .TXT) 📖» - read online now

Comments (0)

There are no comments yet. You can be the first!
Add a comment