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

Logan blows out a breath that ruffles my hair.

“I’m trying to be understanding of her history, but still . . . it’s kink-shaming, J. She sat there and talked about William Blunt creating this club as a haven for his kink—”

Javier holds up his hand. “Allow her the space to change.”

Logan sits back in his chair and hugs me to his chest.

Javier watches us for a minute, then leans forward and holds out his hand to me. After a glance at Daddy, who nods, I put my fingertips in Master Javier’s palm.

“Are you uncomfortable here, Emily?” Master Javier asks, gently rubbing my knuckles with his thumb.

“No, sir.”

Even with Rachel’s antagonism and Pence being a prick and Mistress Caddy maybe not wanting me here because my littleness triggers her, I love Logan’s club. It’s such a great play space, and most of the Doms have been super-super nice and the subbies could be real friends, and it feels like a community, even if I’m not really a part of it yet.

“How can we make you more comfortable?”

I look to Daddy, who kisses me on the temple. “Be candid with Master Javier.”

“I’d love a nursery, or a playroom if a nursery is too baby-ish for anyone,” I offer. “But mostly, I’d like everyone to just ignore me.”

Javier’s dark brows draw together. “Ignore you?”

“My littleness. If everyone just treats me like Master Logan’s subbie, that would be fine.”

“After last night, no one could be in any doubt that you’re mine.” Logan rubs his hands up and down my arms, which gives me good shivers. “But you’re also my little girl, and I’m not okay with everyone ignoring that. I want you recognized as my little.”

He does? Why? Caregiver relationships have always been at the bottom of the kinky totem pole, and this morning wasn’t the first time I’ve heard opinions like Mistress Caddy’s. That’s not to say it doesn’t sting to find that prejudice here in Logan’s club, but it doesn’t hurt. Not like the first time someone mocked my littleness. Maybe this is the first time Logan’s really felt it, though.

“Sorry, Daddy.”

He kisses my temple again. “Don’t be sorry. I understand you wanting to fit in and avoid confrontation, sweetheart, but I’m never going to be okay with hiding your kink. That’s not why I pay my damn dues here.”

It really does matter to him. Oh, my wonderful daddy. “Yes, Daddy.”

Logan grunts. “We need to talk about—" He breaks off as his phone rings in his pocket. “Sorry, baby girl.”

I shift off his lap and back to my chair so he can take the call. Daddy thumbs his phone to accept the call, then holds it to his chest while he points at the floor.

He wants me to kneel? Here? Now? None of the other subbies having breakfast are kneeling. Feeling my cheeks flame and a knot of resentment tighten my chest, I kneel next to his chair and let my head drop forward so I don’t have to meet anyone’s eyes. Logan’s warm hand settles on the top of my head. He slowly strokes my hair.

“Hey, Manny,” Logan says.

Manny’s deep voice is thin and distant, but I can hear him, even without earwigging. “I’m at Rick’s, man. You need to get over here.”

“What happened?”

“Stalker’s escalated. Building security called me. Suspicious package. Rick picked it up from the concierge while I was on my way over and opened it any-fucking-way. He’s freaking out. You need to get over here and hold his hand. And put the fear of God into him about security procedures.”

Logan curses under his breath. “I’ve got that interview at ten.”

“Can you reschedule?” Manny asks.

“Dunnow. It was tough to maneuver them into the interview in the first place.”

“A’ight,” Manny says. “How about I take the interview? You said you didn’t expect to get anything out of it anyway, and you’ve got the girl’s name, right?”

Logan’s hand stills in my hair. He cups the back of my head and tips my head up until I look up at him.

“Can you come with me or do you need to go home?” he mouths almost silently.

“With you,” I mouth back.

He nods and pats my head. “Okay, Manny. I’ll text you the address. Thanks for this, mate. Just get background on the party. See if they know any of the players. Whether they had any contact with the girls since the party. We can always do a follow-up if we need to. This is about building rapport.”

“Got it. How soon can you get here?”

“Fifteen minutes,” Logan says. He sounds grim. Poor Daddy.

“You at your club? Avoid FDR, there’s an accident. I’ll hand him off to you, do the interview, and come back. This needs to be a twenty-four-seven detail, man. He may not like it, but that’s the way it has to be. Whoever’s doing this, they know where he lives.”

“I hear you. I’ll tell him. Your standard rate? And who do you want at night?”

“Standard rate. I’ll make some calls while I’m waiting for you. Tipper’s in Cali with his girl, but there should be someone available to take nights.”

“Okay, thanks, mate.”

“See you in fifteen. Bring the fucking Xanax.”

Logan chuckles, but it’s not his happy chuckle.

I hear him slide his phone back in his pocket. He continues stroking my hair for a minute, then taps me on the head. “Up you come, little girl.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I push to my feet carefully, so I don’t wobble, and stand with my head down and my hands behind my back. Even though it was embarrassing to be the only subbie in the room kneeling, I’m glad I did it. My submission always calms Logan and I can see that whatever’s happened is piling more stress on top of a day that was already going to be bad. Daddy needs me to be super-submissive today, so that’s what I’ll be for him.

He stands, reaches across the table and shakes Master Javier’s hand. “Sorry, we’ve got to run.”

“I heard,” Master Javier says