Nurturing Britney (Surrender Book 7) by Becca Jameson (best books to read fiction .TXT) 📗

youthful. My nipples stiffen with every move that causes the pleats to rub against them. When I bend forward more than a few inches the front of the dress dips to reveal the swell of my breasts. I don’t really have cleavage. At the same time, the hem of the dress lifts too far, exposing my panties.

I’m going to have to watch myself wearing this dress. No leaning forward. My hair reaches almost to the hem. I’ve never owned anything like this. I feel decidedly feminine and young. As I reach for the bathroom door, I notice a pair of matching pink ballet flats and slip my feet into them. They fit perfectly, of course.

I feel self-conscious as I slip from my room and shuffle toward the kitchen, the smell of bacon wafting down the hall.

Davis is standing at the stove, his back to me, but he must sense my arrival because he glances over his shoulder. He’s smiling, but his expression freezes, and he quickly lifts the pan off the burner and sets it aside before spinning all the way around and approaching me.

I’m nervous and flushed for no good reason. Except that he’s clearly inspecting me from head to toe. Oh, and he saw me totally naked last night and made me come. There is that.

When he reaches me, he tips my chin back and kisses my lips lightly before releasing me and circling me.

I stand very still, but I bite my lip.

“You look so beautiful, sweet girl,” he finally murmurs. “Like sunshine and innocence.” He stops rounding me when he reaches my front. “Do you like it?”

“I love it.” I glance down and shudder when the pleats brush over my nipples. “You haven’t given me a bra for two days though. Are you ever going to provide me with a bra?” I say lightly, biting into my lip again.

“Nope.”

I shiver and lift my gaze. “No?”

He shakes his head. “Don’t like them.” His hand comes up to cup my breast, his thumb flicking over my nipple and making me shudder once again. I sway toward him and he hauls me into his arms. His finger trails along the edge of the neckline, teasing my breast. “Not in the house, at least. Maybe when we leave the house if your outfit calls for one, but not here.” He cups my breast again, holding it lightly, reverently.

I’m panting. I can’t form words. He’s just told me he won’t permit me to wear a bra in the house. It’s not as if I have huge boobs that require support, but the thought of never wearing one while I’m staying here sends a surge of moisture to my panties.

How long am I staying here? I feel like my feet are in two worlds. The practical world insists I need to figure out my shit, find a new job, and get on with my life. In my fantasy world, I remember once again that Davis has claimed every inch of me as his own. Did he mean it? Does he even remember?

Still toying with my breast, his free hand runs down my back, cups my butt, and then slides under my dress.

My breath hitches when he dips down and drags his fingers over my panties between my legs. “You’re wet,” he whispers.

I whimper as I grab his arms. “Yes, Sir.” The word slides out before I can think, shocking me. My eyes go wide as I meet his gaze.

He’s smiling as he stops tormenting me to clasp my biceps. “You’re welcome to call me Sir anytime you’d like, sweet girl. I only demand it in the bedroom.”

I nod. Apparently, he has not forgotten that conversation. My mouth is too dry to lick my lips. I have a question though. “Are you…” I swallow. “Are you a Dominant?”

His smile broadens. “Yes. But I’m much more than that. And it’s complicated. You’re not ready to hear and grasp the type of fetish I prefer yet. I’m shocked and pleased at how quickly you picked up on my preferences though, so you’ll just have to indulge me as I gradually introduce you to my world.”

I nod, my head spinning with more questions than answers. His world? “Why not just tell me?”

He chuckles. “Because I make the rules, and I decide what you’re ready to know and when.” He taps my nose.

The rules… I shudder again.

“Come here.” He takes my hand and leads me into the kitchen area. He points at the two pieces of paper he stuck to the refrigerator door yesterday and reaches over to the counter to hold up something new.

I smile. Stickers. “You really got the stickers?”

“Of course, I did. Little girls need positive reinforcement when they do their chores. Did you make your bed?”

“Yes, Sir,” I whisper. It seems like the right thing to say. It feels natural or…appropriate. After all, he said I was to call him Sir when we’re in sexual situations. I’m so turned on right now that we might as well be having sex.

He pulls off a pink flower from the sticker sheet and hands it to me.

I lift it up and stick it in the first square I drew next to “Make my bed.”

“Did you brush your teeth, sweetie?”

“Yes, Sir.” I smile at him as he hands me a lavender sticker this time.

He sets the sheet down on the counter and kisses my forehead. “Good job. We’ll add to them throughout the day or sometimes at the end of each day.”

I can’t stop smiling ear to ear.

When his hands land on my hips and lift me up to swing me onto one of the stools, I squeal, kicking my feet out. He chuckles as he plants me on my butt. My skirt is flowing around me. I’m sitting on my panties. I consider tucking my dress under but then decide against it. The only person who can see me is Davis and he certainly doesn’t care if my panties are exposed. I suspect he likes it.

“Since we’re