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

not for ten hours. What are you trying to do, bore me into submission?”

“Miranda, I told you, I’m not your Master anymore. I don’t punish you and I don’t forgive you. I just want you out of my house.”

“Why, for telling that insipid twit the truth?” She taps her polished fingernails on the dining table. “You must be having a laugh, Lo.”

“Do I look like I’m laughing?”

Her eyes flick over my face and then away.

“That hit on the head damaged your sense of humor,” she mutters, flipping her hair back off her shoulders.

“Actually, I’ve never found anything funny about you attacking my other subs. You did it to Rachel, Brooke, and Luisa, too. Did you think I didn’t notice? I’d tell you to stay away from Emily, but neither of us is going to have contact with you after today, so it’s a moot point.”

Her face draws in. “What do you mean by that?”

“Exactly what I said. All future contact will be through the solicitors.”

“Darling—”

“I’m not your darling, Miranda, and you’re not mine. If the paternity test shows the baby’s mine, I’ll file for custody. Otherwise, there’s no reason for us to have any further contact.”

“Lo, you don’t mean that.”

“I’ve meant every word I’ve ever said to you, Miranda. And I particularly mean what I’m saying to you right now. In a few minutes, you will walk out that door and get in the cab. I don’t care what you do from there, but there will be no further contact between you and me, or you and Emily.”

Miranda rises unsteadily, rubbing her hand over her belly.

“You’re the father. This is our baby. You can’t shut me out.”

“I’m not going to get drawn into an argument with you. I’ve told you what’s going to happen. I’m going to say goodbye now. Have a safe flight.”

The pout. The lower lip tremble. They might have affected me before. But they don’t tug on my emotions now, except to annoy me.

“It worked, okay? Your little game with Emily? I’m appropriately chastised. My knees are too swollen to kneel, Lo. What do you want me to do to show my submission?”

Her knees look perfectly normal to me. But I don’t want to see her on them. I just want to see the back of her.

“I don’t want you to do anything but leave. I’m not running any game with Emily. She’s my future. What you said to her was fucking despicable and you know it. I don’t want you to have any further contact with her and I want you out of my house.” I check my phone. “Do you need to use the bathroom before the cab gets here? There might be traffic on the way to the airport.”

Miranda looks conflicted, but baby bladder wins out and she spends her last few minutes in my house in the bathroom.

She tries to engage me again once she emerges from the bathroom, but I’m ready for her: waiting at the open front door with her luggage. I’ve checked on Emily while Mir’s been in the bathroom; she’s rolled over onto her back. She doesn’t sleep long on her back; my little girl’s a side-sleeper, which makes her perfect for spooning. She’ll probably be awake soon, and I want Miranda gone so I can focus on fixing things with my little girl.

The cab rolls up right on time and I drag Miranda’s luggage out to the curb and pop it in the boot before handing her into the back seat. She tries to lean in for a kiss, but I put my hand on her shoulder and press her down into the seat. Then I push the door shut and wave the cab off.

Goodbye, Miranda.

Emily’s awake when I check on her again. She’s folded up the blanket and draped it over the back of the couch, but she hasn’t gotten up. She’s waiting for permission, my good girl. I could say she’s doing it because she knows she has a punishment coming and is on her best behavior, but it’s not; this is just how Emily is.

Which makes her rule-breaking all the more egregious.

I sit on the edge of the couch, resting my hip against hers, and flatten my palm on her soft tummy.

“How’re you feeling?”

“Okay, Daddy.”

“Give me a color for your bottom. Green? Yellow? Red?”

“Greenish-yellow.”

“Uh-huh. Why don’t we re-lube the plug and get you some knickers and then we’ll go to Konk?”

A shy smile. A nod. She’s such a sweetheart. And I failed to protect her from the fucking viper I invited into our house.

“Miranda’s gone. I’ve told her no future contact with either of us. I want you to block her on your phone and if she calls the house, you hang up.”

Her mouth drops into a rosebud of surprise, but she stammers, “Yuh-yes, Daddy.”

“I love you, little girl, and I’m sorry that our house was not a safe place for you today. Miranda’s gone and we’re going to set things right between us and move on. I will be branding you next week and I will be offering you the lock for your collar next month. Nothing that has happened changes how I feel about you.”

She holds her hands out and I pull her up into my arms.

“Love you most, Daddy,” she whispers into my throat, her small hands clutching my back.

“Do I need to be the generous one?”

“Please, Daddy?”

“Mmm, I can do that.”

After a long cuddle, I take her upstairs, draw the plug out, coat her ass and the plug with lube again, then slide it back in after checking her sphincter. It’s a little swollen, but there are no splits and it’s a dark pink instead of an angry red. She’s fine.

Once her punishment’s done, it’ll be a different color, and she will not be a happy baby. I need to think carefully about her aftercare. I usually fuck her for aftercare, but she won’t be able to take my cock after the punishment I have planned for her. She’s also going