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

Daddy prefers me in pink, the outfit he’s bought me is mostly black, from the cute, furry ears to the swishy, fluffy tail. Instead of a dog mask, there’s a soft black blindfold with eyeholes, just like the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles wear. The bodysuit is black, too, but short, ending at my elbows and thighs and sheer. And, omigod, crotchless. Daddy pulls on a glove and fingers me through the slit, spreading cool lube over me, front then back.

“I’ll save the plug for when we get to the party, but once I put it in, I want to see a lot of wiggling to show Daddy how much you like your tail.”

I wiggle happily even without the tail.

Daddy shows me the red ninja sash for my waist, the dog-paw mitts, collar, and leash that complete the outfit before putting them back in his toy bag with the ears, tail, and mask. I wish I could be brave enough to wear the whole outfit out in public the way Laurel’s wearing her dragon dress. But I’m not that brave and Daddy doesn’t push me. He knows I don’t like attracting attention, particularly from vanilla people who won’t understand what I get out of being dressed up like a puppy and led around by my Dom.

If they could only understand how loved I feel in this moment, as Daddy bends me over to check how well I’m healing from my punishment. His eyes are hot and dark, his fingers gentle, as he inspects me. Once he’s done with my bottom, he takes off his glove before moving around to my head.

“Open up. I’m going to inspect my ninja puppy all over. Make sure she’s in perfect health.”

I nearly melt into the floor.

He runs his hands all over me. Everywhere. Even putting two fingers in my mouth and rubbing them over my tongue and teeth and the insides of my cheeks. He smooths his palms over my throat and shoulders, tummy and back, arms and legs. All while he inspects me, he praises me, telling me how beautiful Daddy’s little puppy is. He finishes with my breasts, cupping and squeezing them, pinching my nipples until I feel tremors spread from my belly down my legs. I nearly fall over but Daddy clamps my nipples in his wolfy paws and holds me upright.

“Please, Daddy! Please, please!”

“Come for me, my puppy.” He releases my nipple, reaches between my legs and pushes two fingers into me. I squeal, sounding more like a piggy than a puppy, but I’m more swollen and stingier than I expect, even with the lube, and the bloom of pain pushes me towards an orgasm that has me screaming and straining against Daddy’s hold.

“That’s right. That’s my good puppy. Cream all over Daddy’s fingers.”

His encouragement and pumping fingers send me over the edge, and I have to grab at him to keep from falling over because my legs are shaking so hard.

He chuckles and holds my eyes with that dark, wolfy gaze that sucks down each cry of pain and pleasure as his due. When he’s wrung the last gasp out of me and I’m getting so sensitive that I’m gritting my teeth against the urge to push him away, he slides his fingers out of me and pulls me in tight to his chest, still keeping his painful hold on my nipple.

“Ta, Daddy,” I whimper.

“You’re welcome. Who do you belong to, ninja puppy?”

“You, Daddy.”

“Everyone at the party’s going to be able to see you in this sexy little outfit, my girl. Your beautiful nipples and your beautiful pussy and your beautiful ass all on display. Who does all this beautiful belong to?”

His words make me flush afresh. “You, Daddy. All yours.”

“That’s right.” He twists my nipple until I yelp. “Nobody touches all this beautiful without my permission tonight. Not Daisy. Not Rick. Not anyone. Anyone tries to touch you without asking me first, you tell them, ‘Paws off. I belong to my daddy.’ ”

That makes me giggle, despite the pain radiating from my nipple. “Okay, Daddy.”

“I mean it, little girl. I’ve had enough of other people touching you today. I don’t want to see anyone else’s hands on you. It’s going to be my hands tonight. My cock. Expect to be bent over and fucked like the kinky, little puppy you are at least once during the party. You’re Daddy’s puppy to fuck whenever he wants.”

Wow, he’s gone into super possessive-mode. He constructed the tickling scene, so it’s kind of nuts he’s grumpy about the other Doms touching me, but this isn’t the first time he’s gotten like this, and it makes all the heat flushing me run straight between my legs again, so I’m not about to argue, either.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“When you’re getting your fucking, little puppy, I don’t want to hear a single word. Nothing but whining and yelping while Daddy’s mounting you. I loved controlling your speech while you were being tickled, so we’ll be doing more of that, and puppies don’t talk, so while you’re my little fuck-puppy, not one word.”

Whoa, insane Dom-mode. It makes me shiver uncontrollably. Such good, hot, bright shivers.

“Yes, Daddy. Not a word.”

“Good girl. I’m very pleased with you, little girl.”

That makes me a different kind of warm all over. “Ta, Daddy.”

I tip my head up in hope of a kiss and he gives me a deep one, nipping at my lips before he lets me go. Wolfy-Daddy.

“Love you, Daddy.”

He nips the tip of my nose. “Love you, too, little girl. Let’s go have some fun.”

* * *

The caterer is still wheeling carts of booze and canapés into the kitchen when we arrive at Rick’s apartment. After checking in with Manny, Daddy guides us upstairs, out of the way.

Past Rick’s creepy, chrome-skeleton thing, we head, first, to the bathroom, where we change out of our street clothes. While Daddy’s transforming me into his ninja puppy, Jiro strips Laurel down to an iridescent G-string and suspenders that hold up her scale-patterned stockings.