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

“Crawl back under your rock, widdle baby, and leave the Blunts Doms to us big kids.”

That little shit. I’m going to bloody kill him.

I brace one hand against the door frame to keep myself from charging in there and doing serious bodily injury to the house sub taunting my little girl.

Footsteps come towards the door. The click of heels and the slap of bare feet on tile.

I move to the side and wait.

Pence, a house submissive I’ve known for years, who should know so much fucking better, pushes through the door, all lithe muscle and boy-band flowing hair. The sneer he must have directed at my little girl still twists his fine-boned face. He’s naked except for ankle cuffs, his cock distended enough to waggle between his thighs, but not erect.

I collar him around the back of the neck with one hand. “Kneel.”

“Fuck!” Pence squeaks but drops to his knees.

A step behind him, my former submissive, Rachel, still smirking over her shoulder, stumbles over him but rights herself on her stilettos a few steps away without falling.

I level a glare at her. “Go to your master. If I find out you were involved in this, I’ll text him. Otherwise, I do not want to see hide nor hair of you tonight.”

Rachel goes ashen under her makeup. “Muh-Master—”

“Say one more word, Rachel. I fucking dare you.”

She stares at me for a long moment, eyes so wide the whites show all around her brown irises, before she flees down the corridor.

Emily peeks out of the changing room, takes in the scene in the hallway with wide eyes, and drops to her knees beside Pence.

She’s exactly as I instructed: naked except for those sexy-adorable, white thigh-highs that I can’t get enough of. I can see the shine on her bare labia, which means she’s lubed herself, and the idea that she had to make herself physically vulnerable in front of Pence and Rachel while they were mocking her makes my anger shoot up into volcanic eruption levels.

“You’re not in trouble, little girl.”

“Okay, Daddy,” she whispers, but keeps her head down and her hands on her thighs.

“See her?” I growl to Pence. “That’s a good submissive. Are you a good submissive, boy?”

“I-I try to be, sir.”

“We’ll see. You will answer each and every one of my questions. Say anything else and each time you speak out of turn, I’ll dock you a day’s wages. Are we clear?”

A tremor runs through him. “Yes, sir.”

“You’re aware that Emily is my submissive, aren’t you?”

“I-uh, yes, sir. I know you’re dating.”

“Try that again. Emily is my submissive. She belongs to me. You know that, correct?”

“Yes, sir.” He hunches under my hand, for which I give him points, because he’s just realized where this is going and exactly how fucked he is.

“When you insult my submissive, you insult me. Tell me exactly how you’ve insulted me. What words did you use, boy?”

“Uh, I said that Emily didn’t belong in the adult changing room.”

“And why doesn’t she belong in the adult changing room?”

“Em-Emily pretends to be a little girl—”

I give him a shake. “Do you pretend to submit?”

“No, sir!”

“Then you might want to rethink what you label a pretense. Was that the extent of your insults?”

“Uh, I think so, sir.”

“Emily, was that the extent of this worthless bottom’s insults to me?”

A shiver runs through my little girl. “May I not answer that question, Daddy?”

“No, you may not. I appreciate that you don’t want to tattle, Emily, and that’s a good girl, but Daddy’s giving you an order.”

She nods, still keeping her head down and her eyes on the carpet between her knees. “No, that wasn’t all of it, Daddy.”

Pence starts to turn his head towards Emily, which I forestall with another hard shake.

“Confession’s good for the soul,” I growl at him.

“I-I don’t remember exactly what I said, sir.”

“Emily, do you remember exactly what this worthless submissive said?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Tell me.”

She bows her head further and I give Pence another shake. “See how it hurts her to have to remember exactly how you insulted me? Emily is mine. Her pain is my pain. Is that what you wanted, boy? To cause me pain?”

“No, sir!”

“Liar,” I growl at him. “What’s the penalty for lying at Blunts?”

“Punishment by the whole membership, sir.”

“That’s right. Let’s see if that refreshes your fucking memory. What else did you say to insult me?”

“I-I walked up to her and shook my dick at her and asked her if the widdle baby had ever seen a grown man’s dick before, but I didn’t mean it, sir!”

I will fucking kill him.

I clamp so hard on the little shit’s neck that he whimpers and tries to twist away from me, which gets him restrained by his hair instead, with his head pulled back until the cords stand out in his throat, while I get a handle on my temper.

“Did your dick, at any point, touch my submissive?”

“Uh—”

“Did. Your. Dick. At. Any. Point. Touch. My. Submissive? Think very, very hard before you answer.”

“Nuh-no, sir. I don’t think so, sir. I wasn’t that close to her.”

“Then you can keep your dick for now. If your dick ever does touch my submissive, I’ll clamp it in a cock cage for a fucking month. Are we clear?”

“Yes, sir!”

“What did my submissive say or do when you waved your pathetic excuse for a dick at her?”

His eyes fill, whether because my fury is finally getting through to him or because my hold on him is hurting, I don’t know and don’t care.

“She, uh, she said something about being a bigger person and then she turned her back on me.”

“And what did you say? How did you insult me next?”

“I said she didn’t belong here and she should leave the Blunts Doms to us big kids, but I didn’t mean it, sir!”

That was the part I overheard, although I notice he left out asking if she was going to cry and telling her to crawl back under a rock. He’s going to suffer for that, and for everything