Page 37 of His Princess Brat
One more cube, one more tease, and then, if she took it like a good little princess, I’d give her what she really wanted. The bliss of sweet relief, followed by Daddy’s cock. She wasn’t the only one aching from all my teasing. I don’t think I’ve ever been harder than right now, right here, looking down at her trembling, beautiful body.
I held her gaze as I grabbed yet another ice cube and watched her eyes follow my hand as I held it just above the ‘v’ where pussy met ass crack.
“Tell me, Princess, did you give yourself a Brazilian?”
Her pained whimper was all the confirmation I needed. With a wicked grin, I lifted both her legs to rest on my shoulders, and swiped the cube down between the crack of her ass cheeks, letting it sit pressed tightly against her hole, content to enjoy how wide her eyes flew open and the mild panic that quickly had her hips squirming until it melted away into nothing.
When there was no longer even the tiniest sliver of ice between my finger and her hole, I released her legs from my shoulders, spread them wide, knelt between them, and grabbed another piece of ice. Holding it in the air to tease her for just a second longer, I let her know it wasn’t over yet.
She was motionless but for her trembling, her gaze hyper focused on the cube as she tried so hard not to squirm or writhe, thereby risking my wrath or a delay in her relief.
“Good girl,” I murmured. “Daddy’s going to take care of you now.”
And I did. With an ice cube in each hand, I traced the length of each side of her outer pussy lips, paying close attention to the reddest areas, careful not to touch her with anything other than cooling, melting ice.
I spread her pussy lips, providing relief in each little crack and crevice that the wax had touched. Her eyes closed. Her back arched, and her chest rose and fell rapidly as she panted under the mixture of relief, torment, and arousal.
“That’s a good girl,” I breathed, slowly sliding the ice between the reddened lips. “Let Daddy take care of you, and when I’m done you can show me a proper thank you.”
Her only response was a helpless whimper as I invaded her body, pushing the ice into her as deep as my thumb could go. She arched, pushing her pelvis toward me as I got another cube, granting me complete access. Her pussy was hot, red, wet, glistening with the proof of just how much she was enjoying this.
“Does that feel good?” I asked. “Does my little princess like that?”
“Mmmhmm.”
Her answer, a barely audible murmur won her another stern smack from my hand where the ‘v’ of her sweet pussy met her ass crack.
“When Daddy asks if you like something, the correct answer is ‘yes, Daddy,’” I instructed.
Her eyes popped open and her knees flinched when I spanked her sex again. She squeaked, but she managed not to snap her legs shut as the sting of my slap shocked her core. “Y-yes, Daddy,” she hastily corrected herself.
With two more cubes, I repeated the process twice more, taking her back out of shock and letting her arousal overcome her again. When I was confident that her pussy was sufficiently numbed and the adrenaline and pheromones coursing through her body had dulled the pain, I retrieved the last ice cube from the chilled glass.
Unlike before, this was not a sliver. It was a full, oblong cube with a lot of melt left in it. Wedging it between my fingers, I lay down on top of her, never taking my eyes off her as slowly I inserted fingers and ice inside of her.
She arched under me, her hips bucking up into my slow thrust. Sucking a shaky gasp, she grabbed my shirt. I watched her tongue dart from her mouth to lick her suddenly dry lips, and involuntarily I licked my own in response. Her pussy was hot and tight and with a few thrusts and a flick of her clit, the last piece of ice was gone.
“More,” she whimpered.
I shook my head. Taking her hand, I placed it over the bulging front of my shorts. “It’s Daddy’s turn for relief, Princess.”
“I want to,” she whispered nervously, “but I don’t know if I can.”
“Daddy’s not going to take you there.” Smiling, I stood up, stripping out of my boxers to let them pool in a puddle of fabric at my feet. I backed up so that there was enough space between me and the couch for her body to fit. “Kneel before me.”
Her trepidation evident in the raise of her eyebrows and the nervous half smile that kept tugging at the corners of her lips, she obeyed. I was just wondering if this might be her first blowjob when she admitted exactly that. “I’ve never done this before. What if I’m bad at it?”
“No such thing as a bad blowjob as long as you don’t bite. Just relax, take it slow, and remember that Daddy is excited to be the one to share all these firsts with you.”
Wrapping a hand around the base of my cock, I held my erection stiff in front of her. That I had a princess kneeling before me, quite possibly the only time this particular one had knelt before anyone, gave me a healthy boost to both my pride and ego.
“Good girl,” I soothed as she brought her mouth to the very tip of my cock. “Open.”
Cupping the back of her neck, I waited for her to shyly obey before guiding myself into her mouth.
There was a short gasp of surprise before her lips closed over the head, and her mouth and tongue began to explore. She licked the curve of the head and tip, flicking me with her tongue. I must admit, I’ve had my share of experienced women, but there was something so intoxicatingly innocent about her explorations. She made me moan as she touched and caressed, licked and sucked, rubbing at me with her tongue in just the right spot that I felt a sudden, sharp tightening in the base of my balls. I looked down, using every ounce of will I had not to come right there.
“Wait, wait,” I ordered, and she looked at me, her eyes wide and filled with the certainty that she’d just done something wrong. Panting, I held myself perfectly still until that impending spasm had passed and I could again go on without risk of coming too soon. I was not a two-minute man, and the last person I wanted to have that experience with was Pita. “Baby, you almost made me come too soon.”
