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

I hear him moving but I’m too wrecked to even lift my head to see what he’s doing.

His hands close on my hips. He lifts my ass a few inches off the bed, spreads my ass-cheeks with his thumbs, and rams his cock into me in one brutal stroke.

I shriek, more in shock than in pain, although it does hurt as he batters his way in and thumps his crown against my cervix. I thrash, only able to kick and twist as he pins me against the bed. He holds my hips in a vise while he pounds me, hard and fast, until I’m screaming with each thrust. Just when I think he’s going to ease back, he repositions so he’s hitting my G spot and then goes faster, pistoning inside me, slamming the breath out of me. It hurts too much to be anything but ecstasy and I huddle under him, inching away from the too, too, too much sensation as he comes, jerking like a crowbar inside me, pouring lava into my overheated insides, roaring and tearing my shoulder with his teeth.

Without warning, he pulls me up onto the bed, twists me to the side and spanks my clit as I scream for him to stop. My body lashes out of my control, bucking back against him in hard slaps of muscle on bone, wringing grunts out of him as he continues to thrust, and I come, sobbing, trying desperately to push him away with my bound, useless hands.

He stops as soon as I come and I collapse into a ball, pulling my legs up. Somehow, Logan releases my arms and surrounds me in one movement, legs cupping mine, arms wrapped around me, shoulders curving in as he engulfs me.

“Sh-sh-sh. You’re okay, little girl.”

“Daddy,” I whimper. It’s not that I doubt him. I probably am okay. I just don’t feel it right in this moment. I’m overwhelmed and battered and feel like I should be more careful what I wish for.

He nuzzles me, kissing my cheek. “You’re okay. I know that was intense but we needed that. It’s okay now.”

This time I believe him.

“Suck your thumb, honey baby. I want to see you fall asleep sucking your thumb.”

Unable to do anything but follow his directions, I slip my thumb into my mouth, sucking gently while I relax into the cage of heavy muscle around me.

* * *

He wakes me an hour later, kissing and huggling me awake. We’re deep in a pile of pillows and covers, arms and legs entangled and everywhere there’s the warm slide of skin on skin as he cuddles me from blissful sleep to blissful wakefulness.

“Ooo, Daddy.”

“Time to get cleaned up for dinner, little girl. Good nap?”

“Super good. Did you sleep with me?”

“I did. Sun and sand took it out of me, too.”

“Daddy’s wolfy paddle and wolfy penis took it out of me.”

Logan laughs, his chest vibrating against mine. “Naughty baby.”

“Daddy, please can I say something?”

He slides up onto his elbow and looks down at me with his dark, patient, watchful eyes. “Yes, little girl, just be respectful. Tell me what’s on your mind.”

We skipped a million steps is what’s on my mind. Like in L.A. when he said we skipped past his usual second date and jumped into the deep end. I feel like we jumped into the freaking Marianas Trench with the money thing.

I don’t even know how it happened. It’s not something I’ve ever brought up before with any of my Doms; it was Lew who pushed the issue with me. I didn’t intend to bring it up with Logan. It was just suddenly a really big deal. And I could see it’s a big deal for Logan, too. He wouldn’t let me see his face while we were talking, and I got the sense he wasn’t happy about what I was asking. The way he fucked me before our nap was him re-asserting his dominance and I’m lucky he’s not really pissed-off with me. Was I topping from below? I hope not but I might have been.

As I wake up and process what happened, I want to take a big step back. Or at least know that Logan took the leap with me.

“I feel like I pushed too hard, Daddy. With my reward and then asking you to take control of my money. I didn’t mean for any of that to come up now. Not that I was hiding it or anything. I just shouldn’t have brought it up yet. I mean—is it too soon? Did I push too hard? Are you angry with me?”

He rubs his nose against mine. Eskimo kisses. “No, baby. It’s just a funny boundary, isn’t it, money?”

I nod. It is a strange boundary, in some ways more sensitive and trickier than physical limits.

“You said you took over another of your subbie’s finances. Was it okay? Did it make you unhappy? I couldn’t see your face, but it seemed like you might have been unhappy.”

He kisses the tip of my nose. “It took me by surprise. I didn’t expect to talk about money so soon, but I’m good with where we’ve ended up. It just took me a little while to process. Managing Luisa’s money didn’t bother me, either, but it was very different from what you’re asking for. I wouldn’t ever do with you what I did with her.”

Am I doing something wrong?

“Can I ask why not?”

“Um-hmm. Luisa needed humiliation. She wanted me to take away everything. Money, independence, power. She wanted to beg for everything. If she wanted a sandwich for lunch, she had to beg me for a tenner before she left for work. She had to earn it and sometimes I made her go without. Not because I was trying to starve her, but because she craved being denied from time to time. I know that sounds cruel and is probably hard to understand—”

Actually, I think I do understand. My online friend Posypony is an emotional masochist and it