Daddy PI: Book 1 of the Daddy PI Casefiles Frost, J (acx book reading txt) 📖

“Good girl. That’s my honey baby. Daddy’s going to carry you down now. You stay just like this, wrapped around Daddy with your little red ass hanging out for everyone to see. I want everyone to see Daddy’s marks on you.”

Humiliation flushes me but there’s no rational part of my brain left to object. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. You give Daddy exactly what he wants, don’t you? So proud of my little doll.”

I do give him exactly what he wants. I cling to him as he carries me out of my room, down in the elevator, all with the flap of my onesie hanging open and my ass out for everyone to see. The sick swirl in my stomach at being displayed calms under the warmth of Logan’s smile. A man wearing nothing but a leather kilt rides the elevator with us, appreciating my reddened bottom all the way down. Logan lets him stroke my hot cheeks, the unfamiliar touch making me whine and clutch at Logan’s neck.

Logan praises me as he carries me down a corridor. He’s been carrying me for what feels like miles, but he makes it seem effortless. “All of you belongs to Daddy. No one touches you without my permission.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. What are you giving Daddy tonight?”

“Something I’ve never given anyone before,” I whisper into his neck.

“That’s right.”

“I’ll give you everything, Daddy.” And I mean it in that moment. He can have anything he wants from me. I’m wholly his.

He squeezes me tight against his chest. “That’s my good, sweet girl. I know you will.”

He carries me into the Kennels, a dungeon set up for pet play, with cages and bowls and rings in the walls where pets can be chained. In the middle of the room, two Pink Pearl Doms kneel on mats and pillows, rubbing the bellies of a group of furries. Just inside the door, there’s a round, pet bed where two men are fucking a woman in a kitten mask. One of them holds her leash as he deep-throats her. The other has a grip on her tail, held in place by a massive butt plug, while he fucks her from behind. She’s writhing on the round bed, howling around the cock down her throat.

“She doesn’t sound like a kitty, Daddy,” I whisper.

Logan chuckles. “More like a tiger, huh?”

He stops and we watch as the two men make the kitty scream for a solid minute. Finally, she pushes the Dom fucking her away with a swipe of her claw-mitts. Although her claws raise red welts on the Dom’s thigh, he just laughs and slaps her ass before releasing her from the pinion of his cock.

Logan carries me onward, to where a puppy with floppy, spotted ears is lapping water out of a bowl under the direction of a Dom who corrects him, when he splashes, with a whip that looks more suitable for horses than a dog. The puppy’s tanned, bare back is speckled with red blotches from the whip, but his expression as he looks up at his trainer is one of utter bliss.

Knowing I must look something like that, I nuzzle into Logan’s neck.

At the far end of the Kennel, we find Julia, wearing her jeweled collar, a beautiful filigree mask and matching ears, kneeling on a cushion at the feet of her Goddess, who sits in a throne-like chair. Julia’s Goddess has paired knee-high, stiletto boots with a silver, silk shift that matches her silver-white bob. Wow, I hope I look that hot and classy when I’m a Woman of a Certain Age.

They both nod in acknowledgement as we draw near. Logan exchanges greetings with the Domme before he sits, still holding me, on one of the less grandiose, wooden chairs set in a semi-circle a few feet away. There are a few other voyeurs sitting in the ring of chairs, waiting for the scene to begin.

Logan arranges me, straddling him, my calves brushing the chair-legs. “Sorry,” he says to Julia’s Goddess. “Emily won’t be watching. She’s going to be busy.”

Figuring he wants me to suck his cock while he watches the scene, I start to slide off his lap.

He keeps me firmly in place with one hand on my ass. With the other he reaches between us, tugging, adjusting, stroking, until he’s freed his cock from his shorts and can feed it into me through the flap in my onesie. It feels like he’s plunging a steel rod into me, he’s so hard, and I wail into his neck at the stretch and burn.

“That’s right,” he growls to me. “Take Daddy’s cock. Take it. You may not come off Daddy’s cock until I let you, even if that means you take it all night. You can come whenever you need to, but you stay on that cock.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I blubber. “Yes-yes-yes.”

After the initial shock of his penetration, I sink into bliss. He’s so deep in me in this position, holding me spread across his lap, his crown nudges against my cervix. It’s deep, wonderfully, painfully, eye-wateringly deep, making me whine and moan. I’m desperate to escape the pressure but also desperate for it to continue. The maddening tension pushes me into some place I can’t name. It’s floaty and transcendent, even while it’s squirmy and filthy with him fucking me through my little girl onesie. Logan moves me, shifting me with just the pressure of his big hands on my tingling ass. He doesn’t let me bounce; he just grinds himself inside me, hitting spots that make me tingle and shiver and wail. I come long before Julia and her Goddess start whatever scene everyone’s waiting for, clamping my open mouth into Logan’s neck to muffle my cries. As the first wave passes, Logan changes the motion, pulsing instead of grinding, setting up a second wave of convulsions that shake me against him, firing deep inside my belly instead of from my clit or G spot. I collapse against Logan as I drown in