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

nothing and depositing me back on the chair. He bows to me and his grin grows wicked. “The Black Knight salutes you, Princess Amber. But I’m still going to raze your castle to the fucking ground.”

He flashes me another grin before he strides away, making a circuit to his toy bag to pull out a black helmet and tuck it under his arm. Where did he get that? Is there a costume department on the ship? I swear, there’s everything else. He checks in with Niall, who is standing next to the table, talking with Vashi, before giving Rebecca the nod.

She opens the door and the noise of the crowd outside washes into the otherwise quiet room. The crowd’s babble thins as they file in. There are more men than women. They wear a variety of clothes, from a big-bellied man who’s wearing a black leather harness and a matching G-string, through a gamut of black jeans and sundresses, to a woman in a full-length, Renaissance gown.

When Paul, our previous monitor, walks in, he winks at me. Our tour-guide from this morning follows him, still wearing her bikini top along with a saucy mini-skirt and a pink collar. She waves and I give her a princess wave back.

“Thanks for coming to our scene,” Logan says, drawing everyone’s attention. “I’m Logan and my submissive on the throne there is Emily. For the scene tonight, I’m the Black Knight and Emily is Princess Amber. We’re doing a capture and punishment scene. I put on the board that this is a medium impact scene and I will be marking Emily. If anyone’s uncomfortable with that, please speak to Rebecca, the dungeon monitor.”

Logan waits while Rebecca raises her hand to identify herself before he continues. “As indicated on the board, this is an open scene, so everyone is welcome to play. Rebecca has wristbands. Tops, your wristbands are blue. Bottoms, your wristbands are yellow. If you switch, grab both. If you’re available for sex with someone other than your partner, please pick up a pink wristband. If you’re available to give or receive punishment, please pick up a white wristband. No wristband means you’re not available for sex or play with anyone other than your partner. Emily and I will not be wearing wristbands. No one touches Emily but me. I won’t allow anyone to verbally or physically humiliate her. It’s a no-strikes rule. Do it even once and I’ll escort you out. Scene safe word is red. Anyone who’s just watching, please sit at the table. Anyone who wants to play a knight, gather around the sword barrel. Anyone who wants to play a lady or a wench, join Emily in the castle. After the knights storm the castle and take the ladies and wenches captive, there will be an opportunity to negotiate before we start the punishment aspect of the scene. Please pick up your wristbands from Rebecca before we begin.”

I get so excited listening to my daddy as he sets out the scene rules that it’s hard not to wriggle out of my chair. But Princess Amber would be cool and haughty, so I just toss my head at Logan when he glances at me. He grins and moves to the sword barrel.

Niall collects wristbands from Rebecca and strolls over, sliding blue and white bands up his arm. He holds Shaan’s eyes as he approaches, and I shiver at the power in just that look. Shaan must be melting into the floor. He doesn’t show it, though, as he yells something incomprehensible but clearly not very polite into the ball gag. Niall leans down to kiss him on the head before unbuckling one cuff, pushing yellow, pink, and white bands up Shaan’s forearm, before restraining him again.

“If I take out the gag, can yeh be good?” Niall asks Shaan.

Shaan doesn’t answer, but his eyes, which I thought were so warm and kind, shoot daggers at Niall.

Niall pats the top of Shaan’s head. “I see that’s a no. I’ll just let the other knights know that they should take out the gag when they want to use yer mouth. An’ to expect some cursin’.”

Shaan yells something into the gag that’s definitely a swear word.

Chuckling, Niall walks away to join Daddy at the sword barrel.

After collecting wristbands, ladies and wenches begin filing through the arch and climbing up on the dais. I want to retreat from so many strangers, but Princess Amber wouldn’t. I stiffen my spine and greet each of them regally. Our tour guide, who has the same wristbands as Shaan, curls up in one of the chairs beside me and starts chattering away about our day in Cabo. As I’m trying to respond, the lady in the Renaissance gown sits on my other side. She introduces herself as Gabriela during a break in Mikaela’s chatter.

“Your dress is lovely,” Gabriela says.

“Nothing as nice as yours. I mean, this is like out of a music video but yours looks authentic. My da—the Black Knight is going to flog it off me so it’s kind of disposable. Yours won’t get ruined, will it?” I ask.

Her gown definitely isn’t disposable. Up close, I can see all the embroidery on the brocade bodice and tiny seed pearls clustered to make flowers on the gold, satin skirt. It must have cost a fortune.

Gabriela smiles. “No. I’ll have my husband remove it if necessary.”

“You’re married?”

Another kinky couple. I didn’t expect there to be so many couples on the cruise, I guess because the dungeon parties and munches I’ve been to have been more for singles. I can see why Logan needed me as his cover. As a single Dom, he’d have stood out.

“For three years in August,” Gabriela tells me. “Are you and Logan married?”

I shake my head and bite my lip. Not married. Not even living together yet, although the happy tingles in my blood turn into full-blown fireworks whenever I think about moving in with Logan for the summer. But married? I’m not sure. Marriage