Page 40 of His Princess Brat
“Relax your bottom for Daddy,” I warned, giving her bottom a not-so playful slap.
Glancing back at me over her shoulder, her desire and uncertainty warred across her face. She bit her bottom lip, the muscles in her ass and thighs grudgingly trying to obey.
I touched her back entrance, circling the rim of her so she could get used to the idea. She stared at the blankets, the one eye that I could see in the side profile of her face huge.
“Have you ever—”
She quickly shook her head.
My cock was already rising, but I kept my touch light and was already telling myself no. Not yet.
“I’ll make you a promise.” I pressed a finger to her, applying just enough pressure to open her but not yet enter. “Daddy promises to go slow and gentle, and do everything he knows how to in order to make taking your bottom feel good. And not just a little bit, but very, very good. If I do that, will you promise to let Daddy have you this way?”
Her breath caught.
I circled her bottom hole again, letting the slickness I was spreading around tease her. She squirmed again, fighting hard not to tense up as I pressed my finger to her again.
“O-one time,” she said faintly. “I can do it once.”
“Twice,” I countered. “If I can’t make it overwhelmingly good for you by the second time, I’ll never ask again. I promise.”
“But not now?”
“No.” Giving her little bottom a pat, I took my hand away. “Right now we’re going to go look at horses. But sometime soon, Daddy’s going to ask and he’s going to expect you to be a good girl and submit. I’ve made everything else feel good, haven’t I?”
She nodded.
“I can make this feel good too.”
Since I wasn’t still fondling her, she eased up off my lap to kneel, facing me. She nodded. “Okay. I can do that.”
Cupping the back of her neck, I drew her in for a rewarding kiss. “Good girl.”
She blushed the whole time we got dressed and again when I rifled through my toiletry bag for the tube of lubricant I usually had when I traveled, and slipped it into my pocket. One never knew when one might find oneself in need, after all. With Pita, that seemed to be all the time. As we left, I offered her my hand and held it for the entire walk out to the barn.
It was a quiet trek, and I let her retreat into her thoughts. She was relaxing, which was a good sign that she was thinking about all the ways in which I did make things good. It made me determined, when the time did come, I was going to dedicate myself to making this the best possible experience for her.
The stables weren’t empty when we arrived. There were two grooms in residence, sweeping and cleaning, which seemed a bit overzealous to me since there was only one animal in lodging there.
I stood corrected. I burst into laughter when I saw the elaborately engraved Pachysaurus Rex sign hanging over the largest stable of all. Inside was a damn Build-A-Bear elephant, sitting in the middle of the clean straw, grinning back at me in wide-eyed happiness.
“I’m going to kill him,” I said fondly.
“Do you know why that’s out here?” Pita asked, studying it curiously beside me.
“I told Mazi I wanted to ride an elephant if I came to Osei.”
“I think you’ll need to wait for this one to grow a bit first. Otherwise, you might squash him.”
I swatted her bottom and we moved on to the next stall to look at her stallion. It was a huge horse, much bigger in person than I remembered the horses at the petting zoo being. Of course, I was a kid back then and it was far more likely those ‘horses’ had been ponies. This, however, was the real deal. Pure white with a long flowing tail and mane, the stallion nuzzled at my hand with the softest nose I’d ever felt, searching my clothes and pockets for something sweet.
Her love of this animal was obvious. Her whole countenance changed when she touched him. A groom brought bits of apple and carrots for us to offer, which she gave to me so she could go inside the stall and brush him down.
“He obviously likes that,” I noted, watching her work. “How long have you had him?”
“Four years.” She brushed his mane until it was smooth and tangle free. “I’ve always loved horses. When I was little, I wanted to be a horse. I would gallop instead of walk. It drove my mother crazy.” She laughed softly. “And then of course when I grew up, I decided I wanted my own breeding line. So that I could spend my life just... surrounded by them. Of course, when my brother died, that all changed.”
So did her face. Her smile faded away.
