The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection, Frost, J [famous ebook reader TXT] 📗

drop two grand on it. Mac’s standing next to Niall wearing a dark gray and navy checked suit that I’m pretty sure is off the rack and doesn’t look that much worse.

My suit is still in the bag in the closet upstairs. After the relief of finding Emily’s collar, I decided I wanted us both to come to the ceremony naked. Open and vulnerable. That’s how Emmy makes me feel and I want our union to reflect that.

Emily welcomed the change of plans, the way she always does, accepting her daddy’s will. I carried her down from our room, wrapped around me like a limpet in the way that I love, her face tucked into my neck. She whispered to me the whole way, thanking me for being her forever-daddy and for every experience, good and bad, we’ve had together, telling me she’ll always love and trust me.

My heart feels too full to be contained by my ribs by the time I walk to the dais and set her down. She folds gracefully to my feet, kneeling in the Nadu position, with her eyes down. I can’t keep my hands off her and stroke her soft curls as I face Niall and Mac.

“Everyone hold hands,” Niall says. There’s a lot of rustling and movement behind me as people redistribute themselves around the room, but I only have eyes for Emily.

“Look at me, baby doll,” I whisper to her.

Emily lifts her gaze and I drown in those big, baby eyes.

“Love you, Daddy,” she mouths.

“Love you, too.”

Niall clears his throat and I cast a smile his way without taking my eyes off Emily’s.

“Today we’re celebratin’ the union of Logan and Emily. They’ve come before us with free minds and open hearts, in trust and mutual respect—”

My throat tightens as I recognize the words from my contract with Emily. I wonder if she snuck it to Vashi so Niall could crib from it, the bastard. I stroke my knuckles down Emily’s cheek and mouth “busted” at her.

She grins.

“—to formalize their vows of dominance and submission to each other,” Niall continues. “Logan, yeh’ve committed to command and care for Emily as her dominant and her daddy, to nurture her body, mind, and spirit. To help her grow and achieve her goals. Emily, yeh’ve committed to honor and obey Logan as his submissive and his little, to support and serve him body, mind, and spirit. To help him achieve fulfillment and happiness. Please both confirm this commitment by sayin’, I do.”

“I do,” Emily and I chorus.

“Logan, do you offer Emily yer love, yer honor, and yer trust?”

“I do,” I say, holding Emily’s eyes which are beginning to mist with tears.

“Emily,” Mac says. “Do you offer Logan your love, your honor, and your trust?”

“I do,” my sweet baby says.

“Emily, bend and kiss Logan’s feet to show your submission.”

She folds over gracefully and presses her soft lips to the top of my left foot and then my right foot.

“Logan, take this collar and put it around your submissive’s neck to affirm your dominance.”

Mac opens the velvet box and I lift the collar out of it, holding one end in each hand and letting the half-dozen charms dangle.

“Emmy, lift your hair for me.”

Still bent over my feet, Emily reaches up and scoops her hair over her head with her forearm. I drape the chain across the back of her neck.

“Hold the ends of the chain and sit up, sweetheart.”

She does, her wet eyes immediately lifting to mine, her smile beatific.

“Logan,” Mac says. “Take this lock and lock your submissive’s collar.”

I take the thumbprint-sized lock out of the box and hold it in front of my baby girl.

“Emmy, do you accept my lock?”

“I do, Daddy.”

I hook the lock’s prong through the link at each end of the collar and snap the lock shut, then slide the tiny key out of the lock and hold it up.

“Emmy, I promise to keep this key safe as I keep your heart safe.”

“Ta, Daddy.”

I offer her my hand and help her to her feet, then I go down on one knee before her.

She bends over me, brushing her cheek against mine. “Daddy, you shouldn’t be kneeling.”

“Yes, I should, sweetheart. I have one more vow to offer you. Do you want to kneel with me?”

She nods and sinks to her knees so we’re facing each other.

I glance up at my friend and former commanding officer. “Mac?”

He switches boxes smoothly and opens the ring box. I take it out and hold it up in front of Emily. Fat tears roll down her cheeks, but she keeps her eyes on mine.

“My baby, my little love, my most precious girl, you’ve accepted my collar and called me your forever-daddy. Will you also do me the very great honor of being my wife?”

She presses her lips together and nods, then says hoarsely, “I will, Daddy.”

I take the ring and slide it on to her third finger before I pull her to me for a deep kiss. The pounding of blood in my ears at the press of her soft body against mine drowns out the cheering around us.

When I let her up for air, I smooth her curls back from her face. “I believe someone is due some orgasms.”

She grins. “You, too, Daddy.”

“Believe me, I’m claiming those orgasms. Do you want them now?”

She chews on her lower lip, her eyes searching mine. “I do but I don’t.”

I lean in and nip her lip. “I know exactly how you feel, little love. I think maybe we should celebrate with our guests for a while, but we’ll save our own celebration, with orgasms, for later when we’re in private.”

She nods happily.

I rise and help her stand. Turning to the room, I sweep my eyes over the crowd. This group of friends and former lovers. These people who have been staring at my bare, hairy ass while I’ve committed to forever with my soul mate. I throw my head back and laugh at that thought before tucking my little girl to