Daddy PI: Book 1 of the Daddy PI Casefiles, Frost, J [great novels to read .txt] 📗

daddy eyes take in my reaction, and I have a feeling he somehow knows all of it, which makes me squirm. His grin turns wolfy and he chucks me under the chin. “That’s my girl. Let’s talk about your reward.”

Oh, Lordy, more bubbles. “Okay, Daddy.”

While I finish my toast, he shows me his phone. He’s downloaded the shared-schedule app I found during my free time yesterday and set up our schedules for today. He pulls them up side-by-side so I can see that he’s given me blocks of free time while he does interviews. He’s color-coded the blocks: pink, green, and blue. “Pink is playtime with Daddy,” he says, tapping one of the pink blocks so they all light up. “Plenty of play-time today, little girl. If you can stick with it the whole day, there’s a big reward at the end. Can you be patient and show me how much self-control you have, beanie?”

“Mega super-human levels,” I promise. “Bruce Banner levels.”

He chuckles. “Okay, I’ll hold you to that. This is what we’re going to do. After we’re done with breakfast, we’re going back to the cabin and Daddy’s going to edge you. Do you know what edging is?”

I do, although I wish I didn’t. I screw up my face uncertainly. “It’s where you get me really, really worked up but I don’t get to come, right?”

I try to keep any resentment out of my voice. I’m not sure if I succeed. He’s not going to let me have any orgasms today? That sucks. How is this a reward?

“That’s right. You can use ‘yellow’ to tell me when you’re getting too close. Daddy will decide whether you can take more or not. If you come, then the reward is over and you just have free time for the rest of the day. If you can control yourself for a half-hour like a good girl, then Daddy will give you a big cuddle and you’ll have free time until lunch with the captain. Meals are the blue blocks.” He shows me on the schedules. “After lunch, Daddy will edge you for forty-five minutes. Same rules. Then you have free time until five-thirty, although I think Vashi would like it if you met up with her again.”

I nod eagerly. After last night’s scene, Vashi and I have lots to talk about.

“At five-thirty, Daddy will edge you for an hour. I know that’s a long time, but I also know you can take it. If you can stick with it, I think you’ll like what Daddy does to you. We’ll finish up with a shower and then we’ll have dinner at seven. You’ll wear Stanley to dinner. After dinner, you can have a free hour or we can watch some scenes. If you’ve made it all day without an orgasm, then we’ll start playtime at nine with Knee Time followed by a good girl spanking. Your orgasm restriction ends at nine. You can come whenever you want after that without permission and Daddy guarantees you some orgasms that will blow your head off after being edged all day. What do you think of your reward?”

I like the sound of mind-blowing orgasms. I don’t like the rest of it. I’ve done both edging and orgasm denial before and all I wanted to do was kill my damn Dom. But Logan makes it sound kind of sexy and exciting. Well, Logan makes pretty much everything sound sexy and exciting. And hours of attention from my daddy sounds great, even if I can’t climax.

“Yes, Daddy. Ta very much for my reward.”

He feeds me the last of the berries. “This is the first reward where I haven’t given you any input or choice, beanie. I appreciate there’s some aspects of it you might not like while we’re doing them, but it is a reward. You may be frustrated, but you shouldn’t be in pain or anywhere close to using your safe word. If you are, I want you to tell me. Give it a chance. Daddy’s not committed to any one form of reward, but this is the kind of thing that Daddy really likes, so if it works, we’ll be doing it again.”

“Okay, Daddy.” I pick up my empty teacup, check Logan’s coffee cup and remember to ask before I scoop it up. “Please, can I get you more coffee?”

He smiles and leans back in his seat. “Yes, good girl for asking.”

While I’m getting him coffee—decaf, because he has several cups a day and that amount of caffeine can’t be good for him—a question begins kicking around in the back of my head. He’s said this is a reward, even though it doesn’t sound rewarding. When does a reward turn into torture? Logan’s a sadist. If this is something he does a lot, that he enjoys, how long will he want it to continue? Because I’m not into long-term orgasm denial. Not even a tiny bit. Long-term frustration just makes me . . . frustrated. And resentful.

When I return to the table and while I wait for my tea to steep, I ask him. “Daddy, if we do this in the future, how long would it go on? It wouldn’t be more than a day, would it?”

Logan stirs his coffee, to which I’ve added milk but no sugar after seeing him fix it that way. “I have edged bottoms for more than a day before, why, sweetie?”

Because I’ve done orgasm denial overnight before. I barely got any sleep because I was so pissed off at my Dom, and ended up giving myself an orgasm in the morning anyway and then being super-cranky when I saw him the next night. He punished me and I wasn’t even sure if it was because I admitted I’d had an orgasm or because I was being such a bitch. Either way, the stresses that eventually led to him smashing my phone on my kitchen counter and walking out definitely started that weekend.

“It wasn’t quite the same because he wasn’t edging me, but I’ve