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

right now, just what your heart wants, how would you like to deal with money between us?”

I bite my lips. I don’t know if I can explain. Lew demanded that I turn my income over to him as part of my submission, and I refused. It was one of many things we fought about, but it was one of the bigger issues. Even if I’d wanted to give over that control—which I didn’t—it was impossible at the time. My finances were still tangled with Ash’s. It actually took over a year of arguing and lawyers to separate things completely. Now, there’s nothing holding me back, except fear. But Logan said he’d make it safe for me to be little all the time and I desperately want that.

“I want—I mean, have you ever—have you had a slave before?”

“That wasn’t what I asked you, little girl, but in answer to your question, no, I haven’t had a slave. I’ve had some very dependent submissives, though, including two who wanted to turn their finances over to me and one who actually did. Is that what you’re thinking?”

“I’d just like a weekly allowance,” I whisper against his knuckles.

“Would that help you feel little?”

I nod. “And I’d have to ask Daddy for big purchases. Things I couldn’t buy just from saving up my allowance.”

Logan slides his hand around my cheek, fists both hands in my hair and draws me forward. While he’s kissing me, I try to look into his eyes, because I have a bad feeling that he’s kissing me to avoid eye-contact, and if I could see what’s in his eyes, I wouldn’t like it.

“When we get back to New York, we’ll talk more about this,” he says. He presses his forehead against mine as he speaks, and now all I can see is one big dark eye peering back at me and I still can’t read his expression. “We’ll take it in steps. Add me to your accounts first. Then we’ll set up another account for your allowance and you’ll have a card for that account only. I’ll keep the cards for your other accounts in my safe. You’ll always be able to go to your bank in case of emergency.” He lifts his head and kisses me on the forehead. “I know you want to be dependent on Daddy, and I’ll do everything I can to make you feel that way while making sure you’re not cut off from your own money if you need it.”

“Thank you, Daddy. Ta so much. I know you’ll keep me safe.”

He tucks my face into his neck and hugs me tightly. “This is a huge thing for me, baby, both in terms of your trust and the responsibility you’re asking me to take on. I know you know that.”

“I do.” I rub my cheek against his jaw and the column of his neck, feeling his strength. “It’s a huge thing for me, too. It’s what—I couldn’t—” I take a deep breath, pulling his strength into me, and try again. “I haven’t been able to give up this much control before. But I want to with you. If you meant it about letting me be little all the time. It’s important.”

“I did mean it. And if this is important to you, we’ll make it work, sweetheart.”

I snuggle so deeply into him that I might never find my way out of his arms. “Thank you.”

“Okay, now that we’ve sorted what’s really going on with you, do you still want sushi?”

I nod into his neck. “Please, Daddy.”

“Mmm.” He rubs his palm up and down my back, pressing me even deeper into his warmth and strength. “Have you made a reservation?”

“I did, but I told them I might have to cancel if it wasn’t okay with you.”

“Good girl. What time?”

“Seven. Is that enough time before our scene?”

“Yes, that’s fine.” He pulls back to check his wrist, sighs, and looks around until he sees the clock on the bedside table. “Plenty of time. Emmy, I need you to be honest with me about how your body’s feeling. You said you’d had too much sun. I’d planned to flog you during the scene tonight. Are you too sunburned?”

“I’m okay,” I say truthfully. It’s only my face and upper chest that have that tight, stingy feeling, and I put aloe on them as well as lotion. “I’m only a little burned here.”

I pat my cheek and collarbone with my fingertips and feel the lingering heat.

“Okay, I’ll keep the flogging to your back and be careful when I’m handling your breasts.”

I wriggle as a different kind of heat flushes me. “Ta, Daddy.”

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 on 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