Negotiation: Daddy P.I. 0.5 E Frost (pdf ebook reader TXT) 📖

and so very delicious. I roll against the bed, shoulder to shoulder, as much as his grasp on my hips permits, wallowing in the pleasure.

“Daddy, please don’t stop.”

Logan groans. “Sorry, baby, but Daddy’s really close. This feels fucking amazing.”

It does. And I don’t want to delay his release, not when he’s had less than half the orgasms I have. “Yes, Daddy.”

Logan leans over me, thrusting like he can’t stop. “Do you want to switch positions? That might help me last a little longer.”

I smile up at him. “No, Daddy.”

“Good girl, Emmy.” He closes his eyes and throws his head back for a moment, before he looks down at me again. “I’ll make it up to you next time, baby. Oh, fuck, yes—”

His words trail off into ragged panting as his thrusts take on the urgency of a man right on the edge. He collapses over me, giving me the weight of his chest as he continues to support my hips and ass with his thighs and the bar of his arm. I clutch at him with my free hand, the other trapped between our bodies. He groans out his orgasm into my throat, nipping at me between his deep exhalations, rolling his face over my skin, nuzzling me. My Wolfy-Daddy. He melts deeper and deeper into me, flooding me on the last few thrusts before he gives me his full weight, crushing me down into the bed.

I dissolve into breathless giggles.

Logan chuckles into my throat. “Silly baby.”

“Daddy-daddy-daddy.”

He shifts, taking some of his weight off me, which I protest hazily. He slides up onto his elbow and kisses me. “Fuck, baby doll. My teeth have all rotted out, that was so sweet. Tiramisu sex.”

I giggle and rub my hands up and down his back, loving being crushed beneath him. “Wolfy-Daddy sex.”

“Wolfy-Daddy?”

“Uh-huh. You were all nuzzle-y and bite-y.” I wrap my arms around his neck. “Wolfy-Daddy.”

He spreads himself on me, smooshing me deeper into the mattress. “What does that make you, a wolfy-baby?”

“No, Daddy. Little Red Riding Hood.”

Logan laughs, his belly bumping against mine. “Little Red, huh? I’m not sure about fucking Little Red Riding Hood.”

“The Big Bad Wolf always, um, has sex with Red Riding Hood. He hides in her grandmother’s bed waiting for her, and then he says he’s going to eat her up? That’s a euphemism, Daddy. He was totally boning her.”

He laughs again, shaking his head against my cheek. “Well, that puts bedtime stories in a whole new light. What do you think about playing that out as a scene? We’ll get you a little red cloak?”

If my brain hadn’t melted from that orgasm, it would from the idea of a dirty Red Riding Hood scene. “Could the Wolfy-Daddy be mean and hold her down and do things she doesn’t want? He could be sweet at the end.”

“You love those rape fantasies, don’t you, sweetheart? I can’t wait to act them out with you. I think if Red resists, the Big Bad Wolf could tie her up and choke her while he fucks her. What do you think?”

I squeeze his neck so hard he chokes. “Yes, Daddy! Yes-yes-yes. And the Wolfy-Daddy could take her the naughty way, if I’m trained enough by then.”

“The naughty way? Ah, is someone starting to like the idea of anal sex?”

“No, you, Daddy, but a Wolfy-Daddy would definitely want to take Red the naughty way.”

“Mmm.” Logan rocks on me, mooshing me all around so I feel like the filling in a sandwich. “I love your fantasies, baby. We’re going to have so much fun together.”

I’m already having more fun than I have in years, maybe even since Lew, my first Dom, who played with me the most, and this is just my first date with Logan. I hug him tight and thank him. He rubs himself on me and kisses me, until he finally slips out. He rolls onto his side and pulls me to his chest. This is a good snuggle position and I cuddle into him.

He strokes my hair as he says, “I want you to get a few more hours of sleep, baby doll.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I’m totally ready to cuddle to sleep with him. “Can I set an alarm? I don’t want to miss my train.”

“Mmm.” Logan’s silent for a moment, petting my hair, then he says, “How about we don’t set an alarm?”

“I’m not good about waking up without an alarm. I might oversleep.”

“Yeah, about that. You got anything you have to be back for right away?”

My mother. Of course, she would ruin things. “I’m sorry, I do.”

He grunts. “I don’t want you sleeping alone tonight. Hell, I don’t want to sleep alone tonight. Any chance you can put your thing off for a day? I’ll pay for your return ticket on Tuesday.”

I want to. God, how much I want to. But visiting hours at my mother’s care home are limited, and if I don’t go tomorrow morning, I won’t have another chance before I leave. “Sir, I really want to, but I need to visit my mother before we go and visiting hours are Tuesday and Friday from ten to noon. Even if I take the early train tomorrow, I won’t get back in time. I wish— I wish so much I could stay another night with you.”

He strokes my head. “It’s okay. That’s important.”

Is it? She doesn’t even know who I am anymore. But I never miss a Tuesday. Ever. Her carers tell me routine is important.

“I really, really wish I could stay another night. Maybe—”

Maybe nothing. Francis can’t be bothered to see Mama under normal circumstances. If I told him I was going away and asked him to take my Tuesday visit, he’d just scoff at me and say something hateful. There’s no one I can count on.

“Don’t sweat it, baby doll. We’ve got two whole weeks. You take care of your mum and that way you’re not worrying about her while we’re on the boat.”

I rub my cheek against his shoulder. “Thank you, Daddy. Thank