Page 101 of Daddy P.I. 3.0

As always, everything about my little girl soothes me, distracts me from my storming emotions.

“Do you?” I ask, supporting her bottom with my forearm and plucking imaginary wings out from her shoulders. “Hmm, yes, very veiny.”

“My veins were throbby too. But now that I’ve seen Georgie is okay and you’re okay, my wings aren’t throbbing anymore.”

I nuzzle her soft crown. “You’re such a treasure, baby doll. I can’t do without you.”

“You don’t have to, Daddy, because I’m right here. And after you check in with Mistress Maude, will you please come upstairs with me?”

“I’ll go anywhere with you, any time you ask, my baby.”

I feel her smile against my collarbone.

Maybe it’s distance from the party, up in the Library’s relatively quiet mezzanine. Maybe it’s having apologized to Georgie for panicking him and having been reassured by Maude that he’ll be okay. Maybe it’s having my baby doll in my arms.

Whatever the reason, the pall that the confrontation in the Stocks threw over my night slowly burns away.

Emily’s dedication to making me feel better helps. She leads me to a new piece of furniture, a kind of chaise lounge with a higher chair part and a long, sloping foot. The chair part is more chair-like than the other chaises we have around the club. The whole thing is upholstered in deep burgundy leather.

“Are we taking a nap, baby?” I ask.

She grins as she gestures for me to sit in the chair part. Once I’m seated, she climbs onto the long part between my knees and lies on her stomach.

I smile down at her. “What’s this all about, little girl?”

“It’s ameridienne, Daddy. Queen Twitch and I found some pictures of meridiennes in the historical materials we’ve been restoring and Master Chess gave us the nod to commission one for the Library. They were also calledchaise de pipe. Can you imagine why?” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

Laughing, I relax back into the chair and put my arms on the padded armrests. “My imagination fails me.”

“Can I show you?” she asks, adding the cutest leer to the eyebrow wiggling.

“Yes, little girl, you may. Just a sec.”

Maybe it’s the lingering endorphins from the Hunt. Maybe it’s that I’ve gotten so used to being naked around Emily. Whatever it is, I’ve had enough of wearing pants.

I strip off my shoes, socks, striped trousers, and boxers and sit my bare ass down on the leather, smiling at the buttery texture of it. Emily’s eyes, already bright, gleam as she sees blood thump through a different part of my anatomy.

“Yes, just having you look at me does that, baby girl.”

She grins and scoots up the chaise, holding one hand above my knee, so close I can feel the warmth of her skin.

“May I touch you, Daddy?”

“Anywhere, my sweetheart. Remember what I told you? Daddy’s Fuzzie, Wuzzie, and Winky are always yours to play with.”

She giggles. I reach out and shape her soft, pouty mouth with my thumb. She opens and when I tip my thumb between her lips, sucks gently.

What was twitching between my legs rises to full attention.

“Oh, little girl, what you do to me. I want to finish in you, so pace your craziness with Daddy’s cock accordingly.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she says around my thumb before continuing with the soft suckles. Her fingertip trails ever-so-lightly up my thigh. Goosebumps rise around her touch.

“Teasing Daddy will not go well for you, little girl,” I warn.

She gives me big eyes. “It woan?” she slurs around my thumb as her fingertip reaches the apex of my thigh. Instead of cupping or squeezing me the way she knows I’m already hungering for, she switches hands and starts sweeping a small fingertip up my other thigh.

“What do you think Daddy will do to a little girl who teases him when he’s hot and ready to go?”

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