Page 47 of His Princess Brat
I guess I should have thought about consequences a whole lot sooner.
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Pita
“How could you?” my mother began the minute I reluctantly answered the phone ringing beside my bed.
“Jabari had sex with anyone who couldn’t move faster than he could,” I said dryly, in an attempt to defend myself.
“But he never got caught doing it. And he certainly wasn’t caught in the stables, calling his paramour Daddy and begging to take it—”
“Please don’t say it,” I groaned, covering my eyes with one hand.
“—up the butt,” she finished hotly. “At least we don’t have to worry about undesirable pregnancies from that, thank God.”
I went from sitting on the side of my bed to flopping over onto my back. Beyond mortified, I covered my face with a pillow, phone still held to my ear, and contemplated how wonderful it would be right now just to smother on memory foam and die. I doubt I was pregnant, but even if I was, I’d by far rather have that awkward conversation with my mother than to continue the current one on anal sex.
“Wait,” my mother said. “Darling, you do know that isn’t how heirs are made, don’t you?”
“Mother!” I exploded back into a sitting position. “Really? That’s all you’re thinking about?”
“Tell me he didn’t put his... his thing—”
“I’m hanging up on you,” I warned, my face so hot I could practically feel myself on the verge of spontaneous combustion. As if this whole situation weren’t bad enough, my mother had a special gift for making it all worse.
“—in your... special place.”
It’s a good thing we weren’t having this conversation in person, otherwise I’d have choked her instead of the phone.
Taking deep breaths, I struggled my way back to calm and put the phone back to my ear. “Rest assured, Mother, he put his thing, as you so delicately put it, in all my special places.”
“Well, that’s inappropriate.”
I threw my hands up so violently that I almost threw my phone.
“Still,” she continued, oblivious as to whether I could hear her or not, “inappropriate or not, if there is a chance of impregnation, then I think you should marry him.”
Wait, what? Stunned, I quickly slapped the phone back to my ear. “You do?”
“Of course. The whole purpose of you being there was to get a man. You’ve got one. Bag the beast and come home. You’ve other duties to attend and you’re well behind in the training you’ll need if you’re going to someday take my place on the throne. Just promise me you’ll keep your rutting restricted to the bedchambers and out of the stables from now on. And off my throne,” she added, as if that distasteful thought had just occurred to her.
“Oh,” I told her, “the first place we’re going to do it will be on your throne.”
“Pita, don’t you dare! Such behavior is completely unaccep—”
I hung up on her before she could do the same to me, and then I sat there, stunned and once more left to the privacy of my scattered thoughts. Unlike before, however, now they were kind of happy thoughts. Gone was the mortification, although once I had to go back down amidst my cousin’s court, I’m sure Bethany would make sure I had plenty of reasons to be embarrassed all over again.
But things were different now. With the approval of my mother out of the way, I had one less obstacle to worry about as I negotiated the path between me and what I wanted. I could see myself spending the rest of my life with Azid. Not only that, I could see myself spending it happily. I was in love with him. Truly, honestly in love. I loved how he touched me, treated me. I even loved it when he made me call him Daddy. It was sexy as hell when he called himself that. Just thinking about it made me shiver all the way down between my legs, reawakening that bloom of heat that always seemed to spark hot the second he came into the room. I even kind of liked it when he spanked me. Just not the serious times. The serious times hurt, but I wasn’t so naive as to think I would ever escape that. It was too much a part of the whole Azid-Daddy dom package. And I liked that package.
Enough to marry it?
Yes, I thought, almost giddy with that realization. Hell yes, even.
And my mother had agreed.
Honestly, the only one who hadn’t yet agreed was Azid. But if he loved me anywhere near as much as I did him, then how could he possibly say no?
