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

low a shiver runs through me. “Rise, retrieve Stanley, and meet me in the bathroom.”

He’s not going to plug me at the table. Thank the Lord. On top of being totally humiliating, it’s probably not very hygienic.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s my girl.” He lifts his hand off my head and I trot off to retrieve the plug, which is upstairs in Logan’s armoire o’ sex toys.

As I come back downstairs, carrying the plug and a bottle of lube that I really, really hope Daddy will use, I reflect that Stanley is not my friend. He’s my least favorite of Logan’s butt plugs. Well, other than that monstrosity downstairs that I can barely get both hands around. But I honestly think that one’s just for show since the biggest one Logan ever uses on me is only as thick as his three fingers. Stanley’s not that wide, but the plug is weighted, so I have to keep my butt tensed to avoid it slipping out. Logan says the weight helps tone my rectum and sphincter even as the plug’s neck stretches me. I get all that, and I’m grateful that Daddy pays attention to my health as well as to our pleasure, but I still don’t like Stanley very much.

Logan’s quick in the bathroom, and he does use the lube I’ve brought, and I look him a huge thank you in the mirror, but I’m careful not to speak.

He gives me a pat once the plug’s in, and I rise from where I’ve bent over the sink so that he can wash his hands. When he’s done, he draws me to him and kisses my forehead.

“I’m not angry at you, little girl. I know you’re trying. I also know you’re already sore and you’ll feel Stanley pretty keenly. I’ll take him out once everyone leaves. If you’re in distress before then, you can tap my knee or foot three times and I’ll take a look, although I don’t promise to take it out. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“I’m plugging you to help keep you focused. To keep your mind where it should be. Do you understand that, sweetie?”

I nod, but keep my eyes down, careful not to break High Protocol. I know what he’s doing is for my benefit, even though the sadist in him probably also gets a thrill out of my discomfort. “Yes, Daddy.”

He kisses my forehead again and his lips move against my skin. “Love you, little girl.”

I hug him, since I’m allowed to touch him, even in High Protocol. He holds me for a long minute before he leads me back to the table.

After he helps me back down onto my pillow, and ow-ow-ow, the plug does not feel good as I kneel, Logan rests his hand in my hair and picks up the conversation as though we’d never left the table.

“Emily, no house sub would ever be forced to do age-play if they hate it. They all have safe words, and believe me, they know how to use them.”

That gets chuckles from the other Doms. I guess the Blunts house subs aren’t shy about their safe words. To be fair, I wasn’t with my previous Doms. I just don’t want to use my safe word with Logan because I know how hard he tries to make our scenes work for both of us. He pushes me, and sometimes that scares me a little, or hurts more than I think I can bear, but his belief in me helps me conquer fear and pain. I’m glad I haven’t used my safe word with him, but I’m also glad I have one. I know that some slaves, like my friend Vashi, don’t have safe words. I’m not ready for that. I might be, someday. I’ve already thought about asking Logan to take away my safe word during discipline. But I’m not there yet. Logan’s wonderful, and everything I could hope for in a daddy, but I’ve seen firsthand how things that start off well can end horribly. If I didn’t have my own experience to draw on, example numéro un is sitting across the table, glaring at me again.

“Emily,” Master Javier says, drawing my attention to him even though I keep my eyes down. “No one blames Moon for the Stables. Not all of the house subs like pet play, but none of them blame her for it.”

Although I haven’t actually met her yet, I’ve seen Master Sean’s subbie, Moon, from a distance. She was pulling a tiny carriage, wearing those impossible bondage shoes that look like hooves. In her harness, with her mane and tail flowing like silk, she looked gorgeous, and as glowingly happy as I must have looked earlier. I didn’t realize they created the Stables for her, and I certainly haven’t heard anyone complaining about her, even though Master Javier’s right that not all of the house subbies like animal play.

“I, for one, am hopeful that if we have a permanent nursery, more of our house subs will explore age-play,” Master Javier continues. “Or that we might attract some littles. Wouldn’t you like other littles to play with?”

I nod. I wasn’t self-conscious about being the only little at Blunts until Mistress Caddy made it an issue. Now, I would definitely like some other littles to divert attention from me.

“I was going to ask a few of the couples from our playgroup to come as my guests anyway,” Daddy says. “Having a nursery would make them feel more comfortable, don’t you think?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Logan lifts my chin so he can see my eyes; he holds my gaze, and I sink into the power of his.

“There we go.” He smiles at me before he releases my chin. “No more worrying. Now open wide. Here comes the airplane.”

He plays with me, twirling a fork with a piece of pork on it through the air before he pops it into my mouth. I smile while I chew ten times. Silly Daddy.

As Logan feeds me, the Doms go back to their conversation, and