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

what she’s done makes sense. And the more she explains, the worse it sounds to me.” I blow out a hard breath. “I’m sorry she’s coming here, Emmy. I won’t inflict her on you. She’s not staying with us and I’ll keep her away from the house.”

“It’s okay,” Emily says softly. “She can stay here. I’ll go to Syracuse for a couple of days.”

“No, absolutely not. First of all, she’s not running you off. Second, I need you here to keep me from throttling her.”

Emily giggles. “You wouldn’t really.”

I might if she keeps spouting her bullshit excuses at me. “I need you here. I want you here.”

“I’ll stay, Daddy. Whatever you need. If you want her to stay here, that’s okay. If you want her to stay at a hotel but come here so you two can talk, that’s okay, too.”

“Thank you, baby girl. I’m thinking we might have to move your branding a week if she’s going to stay a few days. Is that okay with you?”

“Yes, Daddy. I don’t want to rush it.”

That, more than anything, calms me. I may have fucked up catastrophically with Miranda, but so far, at least, I’m doing things right with Emily. I stroke her hair, the soft curve of her cheek. “Be honest, will her being here hurt you?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know how I’ll feel. Right now? I just want to support you two hundred percent. How will I feel when she’s standing in front of me? I don’t know. I’ve never been faced with my Dom’s pregnant ex before. This is a new one for me.”

I chuckle weakly and she smiles. “It’s a new one for me, too.”

“Does she know about me? I mean, does she know I’m a little?”

“No. She knows you’re my submissive, that’s all.”

“Then I’ll be big while she’s here. It’s only a few days. I don’t want to do anything to make things worse.”

I tip her chin up so I can see her eyes. “No, sweetheart. I promised you a safe place where you could be little all the time. My ex coming to take a paternity test doesn’t change that. This is still your safe place, and if Miranda says or does anything to screw with that, then Daddy will deal with her.”

In a big fucking way.

Emily gives me a full beam and scoots up to wind her arms around my neck. “Ta, Daddy.”

“I need you, little girl.” I squeeze her tightly. “I need to know you’re mine. That you’re not going to pull away from me because of Miranda’s crap. I need you everywhere. Is your pussy too sore?”

“No, Daddy.”

“Show me. Get a towel, the baby wipes, and the lube. We’re going to have a little medical exam.”

She wriggles all along my length, then kisses my chin before bouncing up and running over to the cabinet beneath the flat screen. It holds a game console and some old DVDs, but more importantly, there’s a whole drawer that Emily’s stocked with toys. She’s made a drawer like this in pretty much every room in the house, so that my lack of mobility wouldn’t stop me from fucking her whenever and wherever the mood strikes.

“Towel under me. Shorts off,” I direct her, and lift my hips when she immediately gets to work. “Wipes and lube here.” I pat the couch cushion next to me. “Keep your dress and socks on. Straddle me and get busy with Daddy’s cock while I take a look at this little pussy that belongs to me.”

Her eyes darken. She shivers as she follows my instructions.

Once she’s posed on her elbows and knees, lipping sweetly at the head of my cock while her little fingers work my shaft and balls, I run my hands under her dress. The small mounds of her breasts fit neatly in my palms as I cup and caress them. Her nipples are so pinchable in this position. After they tighten to small points, I slip the wire daisies back on, then squeeze her breasts up from the base to force the blood against the clamps. She wriggles in my hands and whimpers around my cockhead. Her motions send surge after surge of heat down my shaft to tighten my balls.

“That’s my beautiful girl.” I pinch her nipples and feel them throb against my fingertips. “Tip that bottom up for inspection.”

With a whimper and a shiver, she does, arching her back so her pussy and the little whirl of her anus are perfectly displayed for me. I tug a couple of baby wipes out of the pack and wipe her front to back, pushing the wipes into her rectum with my fingertip before I discard them. Emily’s extremely self-conscious about even the possibility of mess. Taking that worry away from the start allows her to relax and enjoy anal play.

Once I’ve wiped her, I lube up my fingers and spread her labia, stroking each fold until she’s open like a flower. Her entrance is a little inflamed from this morning’s fucking, but that will just enhance things for her now. She loves the bite of soreness there. It’s tearing or rawness deeper that’s a problem. I insert one finger, then a second, scooping and pressing until I’ve felt all along her canal. Nothing makes her flinch and she reacts with a happy purr around my cock when I rub my fingertips into her G spot. I finger-fuck her while she hums and sucks and swallows. Wonderful, wet sounds fill the room, the best sex soundtrack. My sweet little girl. She’d be happy to take me in her mouth, but that’s not where I want her. I want her spasming on my cock. After that, I’ve got a surprise for her since we’re in a good position for it.

“On Daddy’s cock now, little girl,” I tell her.

“Yes, Daddy.” She pulls forward off my fingers, lines herself up and sinks down on my cock, taking it inch by slow inch. I groan at the wet heat sliding down my shaft,