Page 368 of The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The Second Collection

I blink at him. Look at me, all innocent in my cat ears.

“If you drink that whole cup, I’ll get you a cup of Earl Grey,” I wheedle.

“If I tell you to get me a cup of Earl Grey, little girl, you’ll get me a cup of Earl Grey.”

“Of course, Daddy. But it would bebetterfor you to drink the turmeric tea first.”

He shakes his head at me, because we both know he’s going to drink the turmeric tea. I try hard to take care of him and, even though he stages a token resistance, he appreciates my efforts.

“Does Daddy get a kiss for every sip?”

I grin. “Absolutely.”

He holds his nose and gulps down half of the cup, then points to his mouth. “Kiss.”

I beam at him, lean in, and press my lips to his. He lets me get away with a gentle peck for a second, before he bites down on my lip until I shiver and squeak. He laves away the little hurt with his tongue before he masters my mouth with his. When he pulls back, I’m panting. He runs his knuckles down my cheek until I can focus again.

“Don’t you want another sip, Daddy?”

He taps the tip of my nose. “Not really but I definitely want another kiss.”

My answering giggle makes his eyes light up.

Daddy tucks me under his arm as we walk from the subway to his townhouse. Every step we get closer to our house, he relaxes further. Daddy treats the club as his second home but sometimes it’s more like a visit with prickly in-laws. Particularly now that Mac and Brenna have moved in with us and we’re starting to realize Daddy’s desire for an extended family home, he’s happiest at the townhouse.

It doesn’t hurt that we have Cappa and Austin with us. Daddy acts like it’s an imposition for our friends to stay with us but I know he actually loves it. After Daddy’s daughter arrives, we’ll have even less space but I doubt Daddy will discourage any of our friends from staying over.

Inside, my kitty greets us at the door with purrs and a lashing tail. I give him the petting he demands before turning him over to Brenna and then to Cappa, who carries Sable through to the kitchen after we all take off our shoes and line them up by the door.

I prepped dinner before we left for the club yesterday, so all I have to do is take everything out of the fridge and pop it in the oven. I pull out a tray of snacks as well since the men always get the munchies while they’re watching sports. They’ve already settled on the couches in the living room to watch some team take on another team. I don’t want to offend Daddy but I can’t keep the teams straight and have to Google who is playing every time.

I make up a tray with the beer I know Daddy, Mac, and Austin like and take it through to them, dancing a little to the hip-hop Brenna has playing in the kitchen as she mashes potatoes. Daddy pulls me down for a kiss and the promise of a reward later that sends me back into the kitchen floating on a happy cloud.

Once everything’s cooking, I plate up the snacks and take them through to the living room along with my laptop. I have a couple of deadlines coming up for my publisher. Daddy’s been keeping me on track with my word count so I don’t have to pull a week of all-nighters the way I used to with big deadlines. If he had to relax my bedtime so I could meet my deadlines, he would. But he’d be disappointed in me, and I never want that.

So, while Daddy, Mac, and Austin watch the game, and Brenna settles on a cushion at Master Mac’s feet with her sketch pad and pencils and starts sketching Cappa, who is handsome enough to be an underwear model, I open my laptop and start writing.

Daddy watches me type for a minute, then takes out his phone. He taps up the app for the house’s heating system and dials up the heat. Setting my laptop aside, I start stripping off my clothes, since I know where this is going.

Daddy waits until I’m down to my stripey, cotton thigh-highs. He taps the back of my hand, which is his signal for me to stop what I’m doing. I leave the thigh-highs on, fold my clothes into a neat pile, and smile at him before I pull my laptop back across my legs.

“Such a good girl, Emmy. That gets you a bubble-bath with Daddy tonight as well as your reward.”

I wiggle happily on the couch cushion.

"Austin, leave your clothes on. Cappa, clothes off. Bren, Mac's choice," Daddy tells the other subbies.

Master Mac grunts. "Clothes off, snuggleslut. And go get your clamps. The pretty ones with the hearts on them."

Brenna grumbles at her Dom but climbs to her feet and trots off to fetch the nipple clamps.

Daddy wraps his arm around my shoulders and twirls a curl of my hair between his fingers. “If you get chilly, baby doll, tell me.”

"Okay, Daddy."

"What are you writing?"

"Naughty words for that erotica anthology," I admit, staring at my fingers on the keyboard and feeling the heat rise into my cheeks. It’s silly for me to feel even a twinge of embarrassment about what I’m writing, given all the things Daddy and I have done. A lot of them in front of the people in this room. But that doesn’t stop the rush of blood to my face.