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

hard orgasm. If I ease her down and give her a little breather, she can ramp back up in just a few minutes.

I kiss her and praise her while she lolls in the afterglow. Sharp yelps from Pence draw our attention and we both tilt our heads to see what fresh suffering he’s protesting.

Ah, Nico’s arrived. I was too caught up in Emily’s orgasm to notice.

Dana and Harry have wisely stepped back to give Nico room. Javier’s warming up Pence’s ass with a Lexan paddle, drawing a yip out of the pilloried submissive with every smack. I really need to find out what Pence did to piss Javier off. Meanwhile, Nico’s unpacking his whip. From what I can see, it looks like Pence is getting a taste of the devil’s tongue tonight. I don’t know if anyone’s told Nico why Pence is being punished, but the tool seems fitting.

Nico rolls his shoulders a few times before taking a practice swing at another pillory. The devil’s tongue doesn’t have the same singing crack of a single-tail. This is a lower, deeper, and somehow altogether eviler, pop.

I tip my head back down to Emily and lick her chin to get her attention. She focuses on me with a smile.

“Ever been fucked to the rhythm of a whipping?” I ask, grinding my hips in a languid circle to wake up her pussy and clit again.

“No, Daddy,” she whispers. “But I’d like to.”

I can see how much she’d like to from the way she’s gone kitten-eyed. I chuckle and give her a deep kiss, flicking my tongue against hers. She wriggles under me, and, although I know how much she loves my weight, I’m ready to come, and I want to do it while watching Pence squeal.

“Knees and chest, my very sweet girl. You can watch the whipping if it doesn’t strain your neck, but don’t forget who’s fucking you.”

“Never, Daddy,” she promises.

“That’s my good girl.” I push up off her and slowly withdraw.

My cock’s dark red and aching, like I’ve been jacking off for too long. There’s a perverse pleasure in the discomfort, but I’ve had my fill. I slide the cock ring off while Emily rolls over and positions herself in front of me. She pulls her knees up, gets her ass in the air, her chest pressed to the cushion, and her head turned to the side. She doesn’t twist to watch the whipping, and I praise her focus by smoothing my hands over her back and hips. Although her shoulder blades, ribs, and spine stand out under her skin, she has a little more padding on her hips and ass. Enough for me to roll and squeeze her flesh in my palms, leaving bright handprints on her peach skin. She squeaks and wriggles, waving her ass at me enticingly.

I give her an open-handed smack between the legs.

“Is that an invitation, little girl?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she says, breathily.

Oh, my good girl. I know how hard it is for her to invite anal sex. I rub my thumb down her crack and press against her dark-pink whirl. The lube I instructed her to put in earlier has all been absorbed, and there’s nothing to ease my entry as I push the tip of my thumb in. Emily shivers, goose bumps rippling across her back, but she doesn’t clench or protest. I work the tip of my thumb in and out while I find the lube that’s gotten lost in the tangle of towel, blanket, and pillow. Once I find it, to tease her, I drizzle the lube down her crack. Against her heated skin, the liquid will be a shock. I smile when that gets me a whimper and another hard shiver.

“Cold, huh, baby doll?” I drip some on my cock and grunt at the liquid’s cool kiss. “Let’s see if Daddy can’t warm you up.”

She nods, watching me with huge eyes. I give her plenty of time to relax, replacing my thumb with my cockhead and rubbing it around and around.

Emily gulps in a deep breath. As she lets it out, she pushes down the way I’ve taught her. Her hips tip up. Her body opens to me. Because she’s trying so hard, and because she’s earned only pleasure tonight, I’m gentle as I push in. The muscles of her back still flutter as my head breaches the first ring of muscle, but she holds her position, without arching her back, which she knows I don’t like. My good girl.

“That’s right. Such an angel for Daddy. Stay relaxed and let me in.”

A deep pop and high yelp cut over my words. I glance up and meet Nico’s dark gaze over Pence’s sweating, shaking back. Nico winks before unleashing the devil’s tongue again.

I look back at Emily. Her eyes immediately meet mine. She hasn’t lifted her head to watch the whipping. She’s still focused on me. I rub her sacrum to let her know how pleased I am with her. Instead of pushing forward, I take her hips in my hands and draw her back onto my shaft. She whimpers and shudders as I fill her. It’s still a stretch for her to take me in her ass, and I never want it to be otherwise. It means so much to me to watch her struggle. This is the essence of submission, and it makes my sadistic soul soar.

I reach down and brush her soft curls back from her face, holding her eyes and letting her connect with me while she adjusts.

“My perfect baby girl. I’ll go slowly to start.”

“Ta, Daddy,” she whispers.

“More lube, little love?”

“Please, Daddy.”

I drizzle more on both of us as I pull back, enjoying the hot squeeze. There’s a pop as my head slips free of her sphincter, but the scream that follows it isn’t Emily’s. Grinning at the sound of Pence’s pain, I take myself in hand and introduce my cock again, pushing through the ring of muscle and then drawing her back onto my shaft as I