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His Princess Brat by Maren Smith and Rayanna Jamison

Twenty-four-year-old Pita Okoro didn’t ask to be heir to the throne of the small African nation of Bahar, and she is less than pleased to be sent to the royal court of Osei to learn how to behave like a princess. Upon her arrival, however, Pita cannot help being both enamored by the king’s handsome American friend Azid and shocked by his warning that she is in need of a spanking.

Though they come from different worlds, Pita is irresistibly drawn to Azid’s bold dominance, and it isn’t long before she is over his knee and calling him daddy. Her tearful promises to be a good girl soon give way to screams of climax as he claims her hard and thoroughly, but when news of their relationship spreads throughout the kingdom will their romance end in scandal?



Publisher’s Note: His Princess Brat is a stand-alone book which is the second entry in the Royally Ever After series. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Authors: Maren Smith and Rayanna Jamison

eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95

Length: 48,900 words


Digging another cube out of the glass, I sucked the tip to make it wet and then ran the cold, melting tip across her lips, along the line of her jaw to her ear, and down the curve of her neck. Little drops of water were left on her skin as I trailed it over her collarbone, wending my chilly way down between her breasts. Goosebumps broke out over her skin and her nipples were tight little peaks long before I introduced each one to the melting ice.

I circled them, kissing them with the ice until she was squirming. The nubs of her nipples were each cold as hell when I finally took them into my mouth. I worked them back and forth, chilling one in ice, lavishing the other with hot suckling kisses and rolling flicks of my tongue.

“Spread your legs,” I censured when, in her writhing, she tried to close them.

She immediately spread them wide apart, but her thighs were tense now, the soft flesh shaking and her clit now swelling with need.

The ice melted in my fingers as I caressed the length of her body, abandoning her breasts to trace a wet trail down to her belly button. When it was too small to hold onto, I popped the cube into my mouth and grabbed a new one.

She quivered in anticipation, her back arching as I circled her navel with the new cube, letting the ice melt against her skin, leaving little puddles amid the goosebumps as I made the short journey down to the angry red flesh between her shaking legs.

When the ice was poised mere millimeters away from the affected area, I stopped to tease. “Do you want this? Do you want Daddy to keep going?”

“Yes, please.”

“Tell me. Tell Daddy that you want to feel the ice on your sore little pussy. Beg me.” I was enjoying this scene far more than I could have anticipated.

“Please, Daddy,” she begged. “Please put the ice on my sore little pussy.” There was no hesitation, only raw need.

“Well, since you asked so nicely…”

I traced a path around the outer lines of redness, just where her inner thigh met her glistening mound—up one side, down the other, more intent still on having my fun than providing any actual relief. That would come soon enough.

Pita writhed, moaning under my ministrations as she attempted to angle her hips in such a way as to force my hand where she wanted it most.

Sadistically, I withdrew the ice and gave her pussy a soft spank instead. I was careful to avoid the worst of the redness and only put enough force behind the smack to cause a jolt of sting, not any real pain. My baby was hurting enough as it was.

“You don’t get to control this, Princess; Daddy does. The next time you try that, and every time after, I’m going to spank your little pussy. I don’t think you want that, do you?”

“No, Daddy,” she moaned, forcing her back flat against the cushions of the couch. “I’m sorry. I’ll be good.”

This time when the ice melted to nothingness, I put the sliver to her lips and held it there, watching her chest rise and fall as she panted with arousal.

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.

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