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

sleep early and I’ll wake you in a couple of hours while your pussy’s still nice and hot?”

Now that sounds like a plan. “Okay, Daddy!”

He chuckles and shifts his weight off me before withdrawing and rolling to his side. “There’s my enthusiastic girl. Let me clean you up and then we’ll have a big cuddle.”

He uncuffs me and, after checking the circulation in my toes, cleans me up with the baby wipes we keep in the bedside table. After a few kisses, he goes to the bathroom to get ready for bed, while I drink the bottle of water on the nightstand to ease my throat. I can already tell I’m going to be sleeping with the plug in. That makes me scowl into the water bottle. But if it means I get another fucking in the middle of the night while I’m still wearing the plug, that makes the discomfort—and the potentially gross removal in the morning—worthwhile.

I pull up the sheets and rearrange the pillows while I wait for Daddy. He’s wearing a big smile when he returns and climbs into bed with me. “Hello, little girl.”

“Hi, Daddy.”

He holds out his phone to me. “Fifteen minutes of looking at shelters, then it’s lights out.”

I could do it on my phone, but the rule is that once I’m in bed, no electronics, or anything that distracts me from Bedtime. So, I don’t bring my phone with me into the bedroom anymore. Best to avoid temptation.

There are tons of choices in the nearby shelters, which makes me want to cry. There are so many kitties that need a home. And pretty much every one I see appeals to me. A kitty of my own! It almost doesn’t matter which kitty I get. I think about asking Daddy if I can have more than one, but that seems greedy and I’m not sure I can even take care of one pet yet. Finally, I settle on an adorable tabby at a shelter that’s only about ten minutes away.

“Can we go to this shelter tomorrow?” I hold the phone out.

“Sure, little girl. We’ll go before lunch.”

“Ta, Daddy.” He takes the phone from me and plugs in his charger. While he’s dealing with his phone, I grab a book and snuggle down against him.

“Beauty and the Beast. Mmm, I like this one,” Daddy says as I open it.

I know he does. That’s why I keep picking it. It’s luminously illustrated by Mercer Mayer. I don’t know who gave it to me, only that I’ve always had it, and always treasured it. It’s one of the few books I replaced after Maman destroyed my things, scouring used book stores until I found another copy. The cover’s a little tattered, the page edges a little worn, but the illustrations are still perfect. I hold the book open as he reads it to me. Before I turn each page, we spend time admiring the illustrations. Daddy points out the things he really likes, like the drops of dew on the roses, and the jewels in Beauty’s hair. I appreciate the artistry, but mostly I look at Daddy’s face, muscles slack, eyes droopy, ready to sleep. He’s relaxing finally, my stressed daddy.

When he finishes the story, I tuck the book away before kissing his cheek. “Love you, Daddy.”

“Love you, too, little girl. Good day?”

I nod and cuddle in. “I’m sorry it started with a punishment.”

“Discipline, sweetie,” he says around a yawn. “You haven’t earned a real punishment yet.”

I hope I never do. The idea of riding a pony board or being given a cold-water enema by a displeased daddy makes me feel shaky and sick.

“When do you want me to apologize to Rachel?”

I want to get it over with, so hopefully he’ll say we’re going to Blunts tomorrow.

“Mmm, not sure I want you to apologize to Rachel. You answer to me, little girl. You’ve been disciplined. You’ve apologized. It’s done. You’ve promised me you’ll be the bigger person next time and I’ve told you the situation’s being handled so she won’t be a thorn in our sides for much longer. That’s the end of it. Agreed?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I give him a big hug of appreciation. I would have apologized to Rachel if he wanted me to, but I’m kind of glad he doesn’t.

“Good. Night-night, little girl. I love you lots.”

“Night-night, Daddy. Love you lots and lots and lots.”

With a happy murmur, Daddy tucks me tightly against his side and closes his eyes.

He wakes me two hours later, his eyes gleaming, hot and wolfy even in the dark, and gives me three orgasms before he finally lets me go back to sleep.

Chapter Four Logan

I stand in the bedroom doorway and watch my little girl sleep. She rolled over and curled up around her favorite stuffed animal, Peter Aloha Bunny, when I got up an hour ago to work out. Now she’s sleeping with her arms thrown over her head, like a chimpanzee.

My cheeky little monkey.

I have no idea how I got so lucky.

Quietly, so I don’t wake her, I strip off my sweaty tee and shorts and drop them in the hamper before I walk naked down the hall to the bathroom. When I renovated my parents’ house, the one thing I couldn’t have from my wish-list was an en suite bathroom. I thought the huge mortgage I took on the house would stretch that far, but after paying for their funerals, paying the inheritance tax, giving my sister her half, buying a full membership at Blunts, and extensively renovating the basement, rerouting the plumbing to make another bathroom turned out to be prohibitively expensive.

If I’d had a crystal ball, I’d have saved every penny. But I thought I was invincible back then, free from the Navy, fresh from my training in Thailand, full of enthusiasm for starting my own business, elated by the new world of BDSM that my time at Jasmine House opened to me. A sparkly, yellow brick road unrolling into the future.

But I