Take it further

"What about my bottoms, little one?"

No trace of a smile crosses your features as you regard her. You notice her smile falter and she gulps. The moment lingers, before you stand from the bed, towering over her.

With fumbling hands, her eyes dart down and she stretches to pull your breeches up. As she reaches your waist, her stuttering movements mean she brushes your still erect cock, and you see the surprise heighten in her eyes as she realises what she's done. She ignores this as best she can, before finishing to lace up your bottoms.

"Thank you, Arya." You tilt her head up towards your face and smile down at her, "thank you for the help."

She gulps before whimpering a non-committal reply.

"I think I will go find Father. I will see you later, little one." And you leave with a smirk on your face, and the shocked Arya motionless by the side of your bed.