Page 148 of The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The Second Collection
“Oh, it’s definitely something.” I push her forward onto her forearms for a better angle before I bury my face and get to work.
After I eat her to two growling, howling, and, adorably, drooling orgasms, she sprawls on my chest, our entwined legs sticking out of the cage, my heels resting on the strip of hardwood floor that separates my bed from the closet.
“You’z my favorite drone,” she says, lazily tugging on my unpierced earlobe.
“Yeah? Will you keep me?”
“Might do. You’z very good at taking care of your queen.”
I smile up at the underside of my bed.
“Would you like some twinkly lights under here?” I ask after a long silence where we bask in each other’s skin.
“Yeth. And a bottle for when I naps.”
I can’t control the grin that spreads across my face. “Would you wear a diaper for me when you nap?”
“Yeth,” she says, rubbing her face against my collar. “You change me after?”
“Yes, I’d like that.”
“Daddy Jack makes Sammi wear a diaper when he’s bad. You’z punish me with the diaper?”
“Never, baby. This is something special for you in your hive. Your place where everything is taken care of. Just like a little queen bee.”
She tips her head back to press kisses along my neck. “I feelz like a queen in here.”
“Good, I want you to.”
“Not a place for you? You didn’t come.”
I didn’t. My cock’s still distended and aching, sandwiched between her thigh and mine. But I haven’t done anything to relieve myself. I wanted this to be purely for her. My queen in her hive.
“You can invite me in any time, baby, but I wanted to concentrate on you this time. I love servicing my little queen in her hive.”
She giggles softly. “Thank you, good drone-boy.”
I chuckle.
She dozes against me for a while until her weight crushing me down onto a few buzzies who have ended up under me gets uncomfortable. I try to shift her off me without waking her, but she rouses and wraps her arms around my neck, so I slide us both out of the cage and carry her to the bathroom. She lets me take care of her: washing her face, helping her brush her teeth. Then I carry her back into the bedroom and get her settled. She immediately drops back to sleep with her head cushioned on my shoulder.
I’m filled with the warm glow of taking care of my bumble, but I’m not sleepy yet. I pat around on my nightstand until I find the TV remote. I mute the TV and turn the captions on, then set it to a streaming service and find the next episode of a historical fantasy series I’ve watched a few episodes of already. I read the books when they came out and liked them, but I almost prefer the TV series. The story’s more focused and the battle scenes have been epic so far. I know it’s heresy to say a movie or TV series is better than the book, but this one is.
Seeing the women swish around the screen in their long skirts reminds me of Emily’s books. I pick up my main phone from the charging pad on my nightstand and text Logan.
Buddy, there’s been a mix-up with a family thing of Cynnie’s. It’s been pushed back to Saturday night. We’re not going to make it to Niagara Falls.
His response lights the screen just as the orc horde start to storm the heroes’ sanctuary.
Logan: Fuck, we’ll miss you.
I’m really sorry. I need to be there for her. Otherwise, I wouldn’t miss it.
Logan: Emmy and I understand. Nothing’s more important than showing up for your little, Max. Nothing.
I smile at the screen.
You taught me that. I love you, Lo. Wish I could be there this weekend.
