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

stretch out behind her, keeping my surprise hidden behind my back. She wriggles so she’s resting against my length and sighs happily when I nuzzle her neck, before she taps my laptop to start the playback.

“I have an idea for how we can make this pass a little faster, baby doll,” I whisper into her hair, as the empty corridor begins rolling.

“Yes, Daddy?”

“Take off your shorts and I’ll show you.”

I help her wiggle out of her shorts, then draw her leg back over mine so she’s open to me. I tickle her labia gently with my fingertips, until I’m sure her clit isn’t too tender, while she wriggles and giggles. Just as I’m turning on the clit-licker and applying it to her slick hood, she jolts.

“Daddy!”

I freeze, thinking I’ve hurt her. I track her eyes to the screen of my laptop and watch the door to Cabin D-21 close behind a red-haired woman.

“Back it up, baby. Let’s see that again.”

She pouts, but doesn’t protest, my good girl, and taps my laptop so the footage reverses. In rewind, we watch the redhead walk backwards out of the door, a tall, black-haired man following her in a strange reverse procession. They pause for a moment at the door. Black appears for a second, then the door closes and they goose-step backwards up the corridor.

“Ooh, it’s weird in reverse,” Emily says.

Yes, it sure is. I wait until they disappear from the frame, then hit playback at normal speed. The man and woman appear, obviously conversing, but the CCTV doesn’t have audio so I can’t hear what they’re saying, before they stop at Black’s door and knock. He appears, lets them in and the door closes behind them.

“Hmm. The camera didn’t catch the man’s face.” There are a couple of decent frames of the woman in profile while she was waiting for the man to proceed her into the room. Guess he’s not a gentleman. I reverse and fast-forward the footage a few times, just to make sure. “At least we got the woman.”

“How do you want me to enter that?”

“Man and woman enter Black’s cabin,” I tell her. “Put an action item next to that: review passenger ID.”

“Does that mean we have to look through all of the passenger photos?”

“Might do, baby doll, but I’m hoping these two will be the couple that Chrisjean Olsen mentioned. As a first step, I’m going to email a headshot of the woman to Olsen and see if she can confirm. We’ve got the woman’s first name already, so that might narrow it down.”

“I can do that.” Emily taps away for a minute, going backwards and forwards until she gets a clear image of the woman’s face. She takes a screen-shot and saves it to my desktop so I can email it later. Efficient little girl.

“Okay, let’s see when they leave.” I press fast-forward again. After a few minutes of closed door and empty corridor, it becomes clear this isn’t a quick visit. My hand strays back between Emily’s legs.

“Super distracting, Daddy,” she protests, but she wiggles happily.

She hasn’t seen anything yet. I work her up a little, then apply the clit-licker.

She rubs her butt against my thighs as the machine gets going with a soft whirr and a slurpy sound that has us both laughing. Emily’s giggles change over to moans and I watch with fascination as she climbs through the stages of arousal: eyes glazing, breath quickening, nipples peaking to poke around Kylo Ren’s silhouette, a soft flush spreading from her cheeks down her throat. She’s beautiful in her passion and I tell her so, whispering warmly to her between kisses. Her little hands leave her laptop to wrap around my neck as I lean over her.

“Hold on,” I murmur, and kiss her temple when she grips me. “Are you getting close, baby doll?”

She nods, but a line forms between her brows. “I don’t think I can come like this. I’m all empty inside.”

She’s going to stay empty inside. Her poor cunt looked so raw when I inspected it earlier it made me wince. She needs to heal at least until tonight. I’m confident she can come just from clit stimulation, but I’m also confident she’ll enjoy it more if she’s not trying too hard. “Don’t feel any pressure,” I tell her. “Just enjoy the sensations.”

“You don’t mind?”

“Nope. I’ll happily play with you until it’s time for Cocksucking Class. In fact, I think it would be good for you to go to class aroused. Give you a little incentive.”

She laughs, but tears bead at the corners of her eyes. I kiss them away. “Have you felt pressure to come with me?”

She nods. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“You have not, in any way, disappointed me, sweetheart.”

The reassurance relaxes her, the clit-licker slurps away, and she climaxes naturally within a few minutes. I gauge her responses, drawing out her orgasm, then let her sag back into the pillows before it becomes too much. I want this to be pure pleasure. She goes utterly limp as she finishes, eye drifting closed in bliss. I turn off the machine and rub my hand up and down between her breasts, mussing and smoothing the damp cotton of her tee.

She opens her eyes and looks up at me.

The well of emotion catches me, sucks me down, shakes me. I tap my laptop to stop the playback so I can focus on her. When I reach for her, she slides into my arms, cuddles tight to me, looks up at me with such adoration it makes my chest clench.

“That was beautiful. Ta so very, very much.”

I kiss her forehead. I don’t usually gush during aftercare, but if she thinks she could ever disappoint me, she needs reassurance.

“Good girl for remembering to thank me. You’re such a little angel.” She glows, looking up at me. I rub my thumb over her bottom lip and when she opens her mouth, give it to her to suck. The sensation of her warm, wet mouth