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

a month of body fetishes, followed by a month of sensation play. I’ll see what people are enjoying after that.”

Caddy eats her eggs and a slightly strained silence stretches. “But no age play?”

“I haven’t considered it yet,” Logan says.

Because I’m the only little at the club? Or because the other Doms aren’t really okay with age play? I shrink further and further into my chair and wish I could disappear.

“Maybe you should,” Caddy responds.

Logan rubs his hand over his bristly chin. I can tell he’s thinking, but I’m not sure what he’s thinking.

“Okay. I’ll add an age play night to the calendar when I send it to the committee for approval.”

“And an estimate for converting one of the playrooms into a nursery,” Caddy says.

“That’s jumping in with both feet. Don’t you think we should see if there’s any interest in the age play night first?”

“William Blunt created the club as a haven for his kink. People came.” Caddy takes the last few bites of her eggs. “If you create a nursery as a safe space for age play, people will use it.”

Daddy looks at me. His eyes are still warm, but there’s a question in them that I can’t read. Still not sure what’s going on but wanting to support him in any way I can, I offer him a shy smile of encouragement.

“I’ll put together a list of equipment and get an estimate for redecorating,” Logan says.

“Good.” Caddy sets her silverware down on her empty plate, rises, and nods at each of us. “Emily, nice to meet you.”

She walks away, silent on her bare feet.

Daddy watches her go, then pats his thigh without looking at me.

I slide out of my chair and into his lap. He wraps one arm around me and drops his head to speak right in my ear.

“That was bloody odd,” he murmurs to me.

“Super-duper odd, Daddy.”

“Pretty sure that’s the first one-on-one conversation I’ve ever had with Caddy.”

“At first, I thought she was criticizing my littleness, but then I felt like she was being supportive. Did I misunderstand?”

“Nope. Seemed that way to me, too.”

“Quite strange also, Daddy.”

He chuckles at my quote from a movie we watched together last week, The Core, which made us both laugh. The whole movie was silly, with some really dubious science, but it had Aaron Eckhart in it, and he’s a total daddy.

“I’m delegating the equipment list for the nursery to you, by the way.”

I bounce on his lap. “I can do that.”

“I know you can. Daddy has one request. An adult-sized cradle. I want to try rocking you.”

I’d like to try that, too. Maybe with my Sea-Bands on, because I can see the motion making me queasy. Babies don’t get queasy when they’re rocked, do they?

“Should I include things like stuffies? How much should I make it like a real nursery?”

“Definitely stuffies. Include everything you’d like in a nursery, as well as some things for middle-space, like puzzles and games. Twister could be fun. Caddy wants us to be inclusive. Let’s be inclusive.”

“Okay, Daddy. Are the other masters unhappy because I’m a little?”

Logan grunts, soft and low. “I don’t know and I don’t care. The first person who tries to kink-shame us gets my boot up their ass. I don’t say a word about the bloody gang bangs Ten and Cris and Franco stage even though they turn my stomach. That’s their kink and I respect it. Anyone who doesn’t give us the same respect, I will fucking crucify.”

He kind of did that already. I’m pretty sure Pence is feeling fairly well crucified this morning. If he can even walk.

“Crucifixion,” Master Javier says, sitting down in the chair Mistress Caddy vacated and pushing her empty plate to one side. The smell of the cigarette smoke clings to his linen suit. Wow, contact high. “Now, that sounds like fun. What did I miss?”

Logan grunts and shifts me on his lap so he can face Master Javier but keeps his arm tightly around me. “Caddy’s asked me to include an age play night in the calendar. And to come up with an estimate for creating a nursery.”

Javier raises a dark eyebrow. “Did she? Well, well, well. Sounds like our Catriona’s finally moving past the past.”

“History I don’t know about?” Logan asks.

“You won’t remember him, but Catriona’s uncle was chairman before Chess. Over fifteen years ago. His name was David. Ring any bells?”

Logan shakes his head. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard of him.”

“That’s because Catriona excised every trace of him.” Master Javier’s face shifts from its usual sardonic set to solemn. “You won’t find a record or mention anywhere in the club. About ten years ago, he was convicted of rape and child molestation. During the trial, it came out that a number of his family members were victims.”

“Including his niece?” Logan asks.

“Including his niece,” Master Javier confirms.

I shiver. No wonder her eyes are like that. Poor Mistress Caddy.

“I’ll repeat what I said to her. Caregiver relationships are not pedophilia. I’m not Emily’s daddy because I secretly want to molest children; no more than any of us would actually rape someone just because we like to role-play rape scenes or fuck a horse just because we like pony play. I resent the implication.”

“You’ll never hear it from me.” Master Javier holds up his hands. “There’s been, mmm, let’s call it a culture of intolerance. There aren’t any other daddies or mommies in the club. There’s a reason for that, and it’s not because there’s a local shortage.”

“Didn’t there used to be one? A DD-lg couple? I heard they moved out of state. Is that the truth or did Caddy and her inquisition chase them out?”

“I’m sorry to say I don’t know why Gill left. Nor am I aware of any hostility between Catriona and Gill. But I am aware of two prospective members whose applications were not approved because they were age players.” Javier shifts in his chair and crosses his legs elegantly. “If Catriona’s approach to you today represents a change