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

Sweet little sub. “No, baby’s choice. Daddy will pick the play before bed tonight. This is your reward, sweetheart. Anything you want.”

There’s such light in those big eyes. If I could capture that light and use it to power the world, we’d never need another drop of oil.

“Could I have a tickling? A tickling and an orgasm?”

My little girl and her needy cunt. I’m crazy about both already and I’ve known her for less than a week. I give her a deep kiss and nip her lower lip with my teeth before I let her up for air. “Yes, to both. Come here.”

I take her hand and pull her up beside me on the couch. We’ve got time for five minutes of tickling before I call the cruise people. She sits beside me, open, happy and unquestioning.

“Take your shoes off.”

She’s wearing white Mary Janes today, paired with a pink sweatshirt, denim shorts, and pink-and-white striped thigh-highs. The thigh-highs seem to be part of her daily wardrobe, and, if they’re not, I’m going to make them mandatory. So fucking cute. She slips her shoes off and lines them up under the coffee table.

I pat the couch beside me. “Feet here.”

She turns on her bum, and sets her feet on the couch, side by side, toes digging into the leather. I draw her feet into my lap and strip the adorable socks off her, one at a time.

“Lie back,” I tell her, a command the semi-circular couch can accommodate. “Put your arms over your head and grip your elbows.”

She does, without hesitation.

“So that I know how to tickle you properly later, we’re going to have five minutes of exploring now. During these five minutes, you can move, but you have to keep your arms over your head and hold onto your elbows. ‘No’ and ‘stop’ won’t work, but your safe word always does. Five minutes only, then you’re going to be a quiet girl while I call the cruise people. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she breathes, arching her back and wiggling her bottom against the couch.

“Five minutes, starting now.” I pin her feet against my thighs with my forearm and draw my fingertips up the bare, delicate sole of her left foot, letting my fingernails scratch her lightly.

Emily whoops and thrashes on the couch. “No, Daddy! That tickles!”

I bet it does.

“We’re going to have such fun, baby,” I tell her as I draw my fingertips up her other sole.

* * *

Emily’s breathless, tear-stained, and grinning like a maniac after five minutes of exploratory tickling. I calm her with a cuddle. Then, because it’s been too long since any part of me was inside any part of her, I have her lie on the couch with her head in my lap. I take my cock out and tap it against her lips while I stroke her hair and smile down at her.

“You can have Daddy’s cock in your mouth for the duration of the call as long as you don’t make any noise. You can lick and suck and do anything you want, but the first wet, naughty noise you make, Daddy takes his cock away.”

She nods and opens her mouth, the light in her eyes brighter than the sun. Fuck, is she eager to please. So sweet. I rub the tip of my cock over her soft lips a few times before drawing her head down.

She takes just the tip and rubs her tongue all over it, swirling and flicking. This might have been a bad idea. Emily’s got a super-talented mouth, and the last thing I want to do is orgasm while I’m on the phone. Very unprofessional.

I look down at her face, ready to tell her to stop. Her eyes have rolled to white, and her expression, even with her mouth closed around my cockhead, is one of utter bliss. She’s licking me, rubbing her pointed tongue over the magic spot where the shaft meets the head, lips sealed to my skin, not making a sound, just as I told her. She’s being such a good girl, doing everything so right, and it’s clearly making her happy to please her daddy. I can’t take this away from her.

I stroke her hair, lean over to tap the phone lying on the arm of the couch, and pray for voicemail.

“Ed Isaak.”

Crap.

“It’s James Logan. I’m calling to update you on the interviews with Bill Black’s two assistants.”

“Excellent, Logan. I’m all ears.”

I really hope Emily doesn’t make a sound. I really hope I can stay coherent while her tongue is sliding all over my cockhead, now pressing hard, now fluttering, and, oh fuck, now she’s giving me a little suction.

I clear my throat and try to focus. “There have been some interesting developments. Black’s assistant Jay MacDonald was not on the ship with Black, but they did discuss Black taking what he described to MacDonald as a little pink friend. MacDonald also confirmed Black’s abuse of opiates.”

I hear Isaak shuffle papers. “I’m still surprised Regina Black admitted that to you so freely.”

She only did it because she was out of her head with grief and didn’t have any other outlet. If I’d been able to discipline her properly, she wouldn’t have been telling strangers intimate and damaging details of her husband’s life.

I put that aside and focus.

“Black’s other assistant, Chrisjean Olsen, was on the ship with him.” I have to pause and swallow as Emily increases the suction. How is she doing this without making any noise? “She saw him use opiates the first day aboard, so he clearly had them with him.”

“There’s nothing we can do about guests bringing prescription medication on board.”

I know that already from the endless briefings before I left New York. “Yes, my point is, he had bottles of prescription drugs with him. If he bought an illegal drug, either while he was aboard, or when he was ashore and brought it back, he could easily have hidden it in his prescriptions.”

“Okay,