Negotiation: Daddy P.I. 0.5 by E J Frost

Author:E J Frost [Frost, E J]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: E J Frost

We leave Javier throat-fucking his slave.

As we reach the library door, Emily looks up at me from where I have her tucked against my side. “Sir, do you like it that deep and rough?”

“Hmm? Oh. Like Javier’s doing to his bottom? He’s teaching her to hold her breath while he deep-throats her.” I open the door and lead her into the long gallery, which is quiet and empty. Looks like the “fox” got away and the “hounds” retired to the spa to nurse their bruises. “That’s advanced breath play, baby doll. I wouldn’t ask you to do anything like that without a lot of preparation.”

“I can already hold my breath for a minute, sir,” she says.

“You can?” Fuck, that’s a gift. God bless Matthew, wherever he is. “Do you swim or something?”

“Laps.” She gives me a grin. “Going to the pool gets me out of my jammies.”

“Well, exercise is very important.” And the side effects are a big fucking bonus. “Have you done breath play before?”

She shakes her head and goes up on her toes to whisper to me. “What he’s doing looks really exciting, Daddy.”

“It does, does it? If it would turn my naughty baby on, we can do throat training.” I’ll work it into the things I’m already planning for the cruise.

“Thank you, Daddy.” She snuggles into my side, wrapping her arm around my waist. “Is there other training we can do?”

“Besides your ass and throat? What did you have in mind?”

“You were in the military, right?” At my nod, she continues. “Would you teach me how to shine things? Like your cufflinks and your shoes?”

She wants domestic training? The idea shoots straight to my balls. It’s been too long since I trained a service sub, and I’ve missed it like hell. “Of course, sweetheart. You know you have to lick them clean before you shine them, right?”

She gives me those killer, big eyes. “I thought I just had to spit on them?”

“A spit shine might be good enough for some, but for Daddy’s things, they need a baby’s tongue.”

She giggles. “Yes, Daddy.”

Her ebullience doesn’t abate even when I take her to the bathroom and instruct her to bend over the sink. She does it without hesitation. There’s no hint of the brat that appeared during our scene in the library. She’s sweet and compliant, giggly and playful. Is this still her little, just in a different mode? As I pull on a blue nitrile glove from the stash in my pocket, I ask her about it.

“Baby doll, when we were doing the scene in the library, what were you thinking about? Pull up your skirt and pull down your panties as you answer me.”

She does, wriggling a little as she works the band of her wet panties down her thighs. That sends a fresh spike of heat through my cock, which hasn’t stopped throbbing since I got her over my knees in the library.

“I wasn’t really thinking, sir,” she says. “I was just inside the scene. Did I do something wrong?”

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong.

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