Page 80 of Daddy P.I. 3.0

“Because of the way you interact with Daddy and Master Mac and me. You don’t have to tell me anything but please tell Daddy your name and who your social worker is so you can go back to where you stayed last night. Daddy’s a fixer. It’s what he does. But he can’t fix things if you don’t give him the tools he needs to do the job.”

“Like a plumber?” True asks.

“Exactly like a plumber,” I agree.

Daddy-the-plumber. I wonder if he’d be willing to role-play that? Daddy-the-plumber with his hard pipe ...

True glances over at the dining table, where Master Theo and Mistress Maude are sitting and looking at something on Maude’s phone. I thought Master Theo would either leave after breakfast when Mistress Dana and Austin did or take Daddy up on the offer of a nap in since Daddy evidently woke Theo up in the middle of the night to help with True. But he hasn’t. Despite a lot of yawning and three cups of coffee, Master Theo’s stayed up, keeping an eye on things.

“Do you trust him?” True asks me.

Do I? He was horrible with Brenna, questioning her like a criminal aftershewas attacked. And I didn’t like the way he was with Daddy even before that. But would I call him if there was trouble and he was the only one who could help?

“Yes. He’s a policeman, always. But he also understands what we feel deep inside if that makes sense.”

True’s eyes track across the kitchen to where Brenna’s putting out some scraps for Sable. “Was he Brenna’s Dom before Master Mac?”

Wow, I wish I had half this girl’s intuition.

“Daddy said he talked to you about consent, and how he and Master Mac are dominants but do not consent to being your dominant, right?”

True nods.

“This falls in the same category. It’s not fair of me to talk about any relationship Theo and Brenna might have had without their consent.”

“Oh.” She works her mouth from side to side while she digests that. She has a super-mobile face. I envy the range of her expressions. If I could move my face like that, I’d have Livvy giggling all the time. “I think I get it. I only asked because if Brenna trusted him to be her Dom, then I could trust him, too.”

“Without answering your question, you can trust him,” I say.

She smiles. “Okay.”

I could push her toward Theo but I don’t. I get the sense this girl has been pushed around enough. Instead, I finish packing up the tent, turn off the TV, and go upstairs to check on Daddy.

He’s awake when I peek into the bedroom. I steal in quietly and wait next to the bed for him to acknowledge me.

“Turn around, little girl,” he says.

I don’t question why. I do it immediately. Daddy’s given me an order.

He sits up and takes my wrists and crosses them behind my back. Taking my wrists in one hand, he pulls me back between his knees.

“Bend over.”

I do, slowly, keeping my legs and back straight the way he likes.

He pulls down my panties and rubs his thumb up and down my slit. I close my eyes and tremble with delight. I love it when Daddy’s abrupt and demanding like this. Also, orgasm-ahoy!

He dips his thumb into me and circles it around, spreading the wetness that flows at his touch. He pushes back in and brushes over my G-spot. Sparks flicker behind my eyelids.

“I see you trembling, little girl. Do you like that? Is your little pussy squeezing? Is your belly butterflying?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper. It’s not that I think anyone will overhear us. I just like the intimacy of this moment and whispering feels right.

“Do you have permission to come?”

“No, Daddy.”

“No. Not until I tell you. If it pleases me to edge you, I will edge you. If it pleases me to give you an orgasm, I will give you permission. But you do not own your pleasure. I do.”

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