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

the table as I ride her through the crest of that second orgasm and down the other side.

As her sweet cries trail off, I go up on my toes to mount her, spreading her legs wide, pressing my body down over hers so she’s mashed into the table, pumping with just the muscles of my back and ass. My balls slap her wet labia with every thrust. I love the dominance of this position, the tightness of her swollen cunt as she’s crushed between my body and the table, her huffing cries as I use her for my pleasure. I grab her mussed plait with one hand, her throat with the other, and fuck her to the rhythm of her gasps until my balls draw up and I go off like a rocket, roaring into her hair as I fill her, emptying my soul.

I collapse over her, kissing her neck and shoulders as I continue to thrust lazily, my cock engulfed by the sweetest heat. I swear, I could fuck her forever and not get enough.

“Daddy, Daddy,” she sighs.

“Yes, little girl. Such a good girl,” I tell her between kisses as I unravel her plait and thread my fingers through her hair. “Daddy’s beautiful little girl. Who do you belong to, Emily?”

“You, Daddy.”

I nuzzle her, whispering fiercely, mussing her hair, kissing her ears. “That’s right. All of you belongs to me. This pussy. This ass. Doesn’t matter when I take it. Every bit of you belongs to me.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

That’s not good enough to satisfy the predatory, possessive part of me that surfaces at moments like this. “Say it.”

She sighs. “Every bit of me belongs to you.”

“That’s my good girl. That’s what I want to hear.” I slide out of her slowly, enjoying the way her body clings to mine, then tuck myself away and draw her up off the table. Her dress is in shreds, so I grab a towel and wrap it around her to keep her warm. She’s a soft bundle in my arms as I pick her up and carry her to one of the chairs. When we settle, she cuddles to me, with her cheek pressed over my heart. Every bit of tension drains out of her as she snuggles into me. It’s like holding a gingerbread-scented teddy bear.

“Rest for a minute, little love,” I tell her, kissing her forehead. “Then we’ll go back to our cabin, have a bath, and a bedtime story, and a huge cuddle before you fall asleep in Daddy’s arms.”

She gives me a grin that could melt even the Grinch’s heart. “Yes, please, Daddy.”

I kiss her forehead again and let her relax against my chest.

In the chairs around us, several couples cuddle or talk while a few scenes are still winding down. The Domme in the period dress has her sub in predicament bondage, bound in a squat so that all that’s holding him up are his thigh muscles. Below him, fastened to the floor, there’s a butt plug so big it looks like a traffic cone. Five inches are already up his ass. As his leg muscles tire, he drops further and further down the giant plug, each slip eliciting a squeal of pain, despite his Domme jacking him to keep him on the edge.

Paul and another Pink Pearl top have strung up our tour guide at the chain station where I had Emily. They’ve decorated her bouncy breasts with spirals of metal clothespins. Paul is fucking her ass through a screaming orgasm while the other Dom flogs the clothespins off. Although I’m sated, I have to appreciate how hot that is. Once Emily’s ready for anal, I can reproduce that with a machine dildo. Another entry for my little book of ideas.

As I watch, Niall brings Shaan down from the chain station. Shaan must be exhausted. After he was face-fucked by all five of the Pink Pearl tops, Niall whipped his back, ass, and legs for a good thirty minutes. From where I’m sitting, I can’t see Shaan’s back, but he must be red from the neck down.

Niall kisses the top of Shaan’s head as he unclips his wrists and half-carries him to the table. I turn the chair to watch, shifting Emily in my lap. Niall spreads a towel on the table before helping Shaan up to lie on it. When Shaan screams at being laid on his abused back, Niall merely kisses him before pulling Shaan down until his head is hanging off the edge of the table. Niall cuffs Shaan’s wrists to the table’s D-rings, arms spread wide. Once Shaan’s secured, Niall moves to Vashi, still kneeling a few feet away, watching her tops with wide, liquid eyes.

Niall cups his hand around the back of Vashi’s head and presses his forehead to hers. “Yeh may relieve him, a ghra. I ken yeh’ve wanted to all night. Yeh’ve both done well.”

Vashi bows from the waist, her forehead going all the way down to touch the table, as Niall releases her. “Thank you, pukka sahib.”

Niall works at her restraints for a moment. When he frees her, Vashi slides straight over to Shaan. She runs her hands over Shaan’s chest, soothing him until his breathing steadies. Then she lifts the edge of Shaan’s torn, stained dress and lowers her head between his thighs.

Niall stands near Shaan’s head, watching his subs with a possessive smile. Once Vashi begins bobbing her head over Shaan’s groin, Niall cups Shaan’s head in one of his huge paws and looks down into his sub’s glazed eyes.

“Give me yer mouth,” he commands.

In my arms, Emily shudders. I kiss the top of her head. She’s such a responsive bottom. It doesn’t bother me that she responds to other tops’ dominance. Infidelity is something I’ll never need to worry about with Emily.

Shaan submits. Niall’s semi-stiff when he stuffs what looks like a battering ram into Shaan’s mouth. When he pulls back out, red and shiny, I have to feel a twinge of sympathy for both Shaan and