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

feel funny about him looking closely at my behind. Am I really clean? Does my bottom smell?

“Daddy? I was, um, wondering if I should start doing enemas?”

“No, sweetie. If I want you to do an enema, I’ll tell you.” He rubs his fingers along my labia to part them as he inspects my opening. Everything contracts at his touch. Oh, Daddy, Daddy.

“Mmm, you are nice and wet, little girl.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I close my eyes in bliss and try not to wriggle too much as he strokes a finger into me and pushes gently against the walls of my vagina.

“Everything feels good. As for your bottom, I’d rather use psyllium husk pills,” he says. “They clean you out naturally. Before I take your ass, I’ll start you on them. I’m not a huge fan of enemas.”

I’m not, either, but that’s just because they’re kind of gross. I thought Doms loved them. “Why not?”

He rubs my perineum and my eyes cross at the wicked sensation. “Overusing enemas can damage your intestines and create an electrolyte imbalance. Even using them less often can create dependence and no one seems to agree on how often is safe, so I’d just rather not use them. If it’s really going to worry you, we can use suppositories and condoms the first few times, until you’re used to the sensations. I do sometimes use cold-water enemas as punishments. You saw that in the contract, right?”

I did. Unfortunately. I remind myself not to screw up enough to earn a punishment enema, because that sounds like the second worst thing in the world. Right behind soaping.

He gives my bottom a pat. “Everything’s fine, sweetie. Stand up and let me see the fronts of your thighs. I know the cane caught a capillary.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I push off the bed, turn and stand in front of him. I could just open my robe but I want his hot eyes all over me, so I unbelt it and drop it off my shoulders instead.

“Mmm, gorgeous girl.” He runs his wolfy paws from my breasts to my hips. He tests a couple of spots with his thumbs. Drawing my knee up, he kisses a faded yellow bruise before continuing up my thigh, brushing his lips over the scars on my inner thighs. “Lie back on the bed and spread your legs.”

God, yes.

I try to go down gracefully, but between how weak my knees have gone and his grip on my thigh, there’s no chance. I flop back onto the bed with a happy squeal.

Logan pulls me down to the edge of the bed and puts his mouth back on my inner thigh. His chuckle buzzes against my skin. He nips a few times before soothing the sting with kisses. There’s no question where he’s going as he works upwards. He’s not a Dom who refuses to give head—which I really, really appreciate because some of my Doms wouldn’t—but he’s only gone down on me a few times and I know it’s a treat, part of my reward. I try to hold still even when his nips sharpen. He suckles after each bite, deepening the sting and spreading heat over my skin until I tingle all over.

I plead under my breath when Logan reaches my labia, grips that soft, so sensitive skin between his teeth and pulls. The lick and hard suck that follow zing straight to my clit and turn my pleas into a long, gasping moan.

He lifts his head to blow across my wet skin. Then his warm mouth closes over me and he sucks, pulling so hard I can feel my clit swell and throb against his teeth. The pressure edges over into pain, then back into pleasure as he eases up, before he pulls again. I grab my own hair to keep from grabbing his head and pant through the tidal wave of sensations. I can’t stay still. There’s too much pressure building inside me. Every muscle is shaking and I toss my head seeking release, howling a baby-wolf howl.

Logan sits back and blows cool air over me again. Then his hot hand slaps down across my pussy lips like the sting of a thousand bees.

I shriek.

His dark chuckle rides the echoes of my scream.

He spanks my pussy again and again, building and spreading the heat, working it in with his thumb, flicking my clit as it grows painfully sensitive. His mouth closes back over me and it’s only a degree warmer than my spanked skin. I can feel the rush and pulse of each heartbeat against his teeth and tongue as he sucks. He scrapes his teeth over my clit, drawing another shriek out of me, before his tongue plunges in.

“Daddy, please!”

He fucks me with his tongue until all the nerves of my opening sing. I try so hard to stay still, but my legs jerk with each stroke, until I have to reach down and grab my own knees to keep from crushing his head during a pincer-wriggle.

Logan chuckles as he runs his hands up my thighs and closes them over mine. “Struggling, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Let me help you. Turn over. Legs over the edge. Wrists crossed in the small of your back.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He rises and moves away from the bed as I thrash in an attempt to roll over. I hear him undressing and unzipping the toy bag he left nearby as I twist and wriggle and fight with pillows and covers and finally end up face-down as instructed. My legs dangle over the edge, my toes seeking a hold in the carpet.

When Logan returns, I hastily reach back to position my wrists. He has me grab my elbows, then wraps my forearms together with something soft but unyielding. Once my arms are bound, I can let go of my elbows and relax. He runs his hands down over my hips and cups my ass cheeks. “For a little girl who was spanked pretty thoroughly this morning, you’re not even pink.”

“Salt water, Daddy.”

“Really.”

I nod, rubbing my cheek against