Page 74 of Iron Hearts

I kicked off my boots and left them on the tile entryway and hung her little backpack on the hooks set on the wall behind the door. My jacket and cut went up next to it, and I had to smile. I loved the look of the two beside each other.

I turned back to Rarity, who almost looked shy, when she asked, “So, what now?”

“Now, I’d like to play with my little girl,” I said with a grin I knew held all sorts of fun wicked intentions.

“Oh? And what does that look like?” she asked. It was a fair and good question.

“First of all,” I said drawing her into my arms. “If I ever do something you’re unsure of, we talk about it until either you are sure or you decide it’s a hard no, okay?”

“Okay…” She drew the word out and the inevitable follow-up question came. “Like what?”

“Like when we’re in this house, alone, just you and me? I want you nude and ready for me. I’m going to tease you,a lot, but I won’t always give you what you want. I want to use toys on you, play with that pretty little pussy of yours, put jewelry on those perfect tits to accentuate those pert little nipples, and I may even bend you over and play with your ass a little, maybe put a plug in there, one with a gem or a cute tail to it. I promise to go slow with that, though. Start real small, with something you’d hardly know is there.”

She scoffed a bit of an incredulous laugh at the last and said, “I don’t know about that last one.”

“All I ask is that you try for Daddy. Can you do that for me, princess?”

Her face softened, her blue eyes deepening with an unnamed emotion as she pondered what I was asking.

“How about now?” she asked softly.

“You get naked,” I told her, “I’ll get the toys.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

“Hang your clothes up right here, kitten.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she declared.

I let her go, reluctantly, my hands itching to be on her body at all times when she was near me. I went through the living room, past the guest bath, and into the main bedroom suite and to the old footlocker by the bedside table I kept all manner of toys and things in.

I picked out a set of three graduated plugs wrapped in black velvet with ice blue round gems that were the match for her eyes. I also found myself a bottle of liquid lube and took both out to the main rooms.

She was just hanging up her bra, and I stopped to admire her nude profile, at her perfect round peach of an ass and her heavy breasts.

She had afigure,and I liked that, the rest of her flat and toned with youth and what could only be a combination of hard work and regular exercise.

“C’mere baby,” I crooked a finger at her and she padded over to me, bare feet sinking into the plush cream carpet,

I pulled a chair out from the glass dining room table and said, “I know it’s cold, but I want you to bend over and press flat to the glass, keep that ass up for me, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy,” she swallowed hard, the honorific still difficult for her, and fuck yeah, I understood why. I was proud of her for using it, for trying it, but if she ultimately found she wasn’t comfortable with ‘daddy,’ I had no problem choosing something else. Something sacred to the both of us, something that would work for the both of us and suit us just fine. Nothing was set in stone here. We had all the time in the world to figure it out.

I set the things I’d brought out with me down, on the table behind her and she was leaning back from me, clutching the edge of the glass, unsure. I took a seat in the chair and pulled it up and asked, “How you feeling, baby? Talk to me.”

“Nervous,” she said, and her voice shook, and was indeed nervous in tone.

I smiled at her, “Nervous bad, or nervous good?”

She laughed a little and asked me, “There’s a difference?”

“Nervous bad, you’re scared – and scared in such a way like you think I’m going to hurt you, or let something bad happen to you.”

“And nervous good?” she asked, looking at me with a soft wonder.

“Anxious, excited, like you’re about to go on a roller coaster ride.”

“Definitely the second one,” she whispered softly, “maybe just a little bit of the first.”

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