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

choice because I’ve strapped your arms above your head.” He pats my belly. “I can also strap your belly down and your legs open.”

I shudder, but wetness leaks from my pussy and makes me squeeze my legs tight.

“Spread your knees, sweetie. Keep them wide. Just like last time.”

He didn’t come into my room last night, which was disappointing, but what he did to me two nights ago was nothing short of earthshattering. I lift my knees and part them, biting into my lip at how exposed I feel. The lights are on this time. He can see every inch of me.

He strokes his fingers along my inner thighs, his gaze on my sex. “So very sexy, sweet girl. Prettiest pussy ever.”

I like being praised, but this is so naughty. When he touches my clit, just a small tap, I whimper and arch my chest.

He slides his hands up my body and cups my breasts, flicking his thumbs over my nipples. “So sensitive…”

I’m panting as he teases the little tips. “Prettiest titties too…”

The shudder that wracks my body when he uses the word titties makes the bed shake.

He circles the tight buds over and over before touching them again, and then he pinches them and gives a little tug.

I moan, loud enough to fill the room.

“That’s a good girl. Let it feel good.”

I’m shaking, my legs are trembling badly by the time he lowers his hands to my thighs again. I’m expecting him to touch my pussy like last time. I’m willing him to slide his fingers between my folds and flick over my clit.

Instead, he shocks me by lowering his face and covering my mound with his mouth.

I can’t breathe. I’m embarrassed and turned on and stunned.

When he starts flicking his tongue over my clit, I cry out.

He uses his teeth to gently graze my skin next, making me buck my hips. One of his hands comes to my belly to still me, and then he sucks hard, drawing my clit into his mouth. The pull is more than I can tolerate after all the buildup from the bath. I shatter immediately, my orgasm consuming me as he lathes me with his tongue.

When he finally eases back and looks at me, he’s smiling that evil knowing grin. I can’t fully focus or breathe, but he says, “Welcome to oral. I’m going to love every moment of your sexual awakening, sweet girl.” His hands move up my body again and cup my breasts, and then he leans over me and kisses me with all the passion of the best sex scene in any romance novel.

By the time he pulls back, I’m so sated that I’m speechless. He tugs my nightgown down my body, covers me up, tucks Bunny into my arm, and kisses my forehead. “Sleep tight, sweetie. I’ll see you in the morning.” He pats my hip. “You may only get up if you need to potty, otherwise, you’ll stay in your bed, understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He kisses my forehead again and then turns out the lights and leaves my room. He doesn’t shut the door all the way. I can still see a few inches of light coming in from the hallway.

I’m smiling so broadly that my face is going to hurt as I roll onto my side and snuggle up with Bunny. I’m exhausted from information overload, sated from that amazing orgasm, and tired from years of worrying.

I don’t have to worry now. Not while I’m with Davis. Not about anything. It calms me, soothes me. I fall asleep knowing I’m making the right decision.

Chapter 18

Master Davis

Walking out the door this morning and leaving Britney was perhaps one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I’m seriously whipped.

I’ve had submissives before. I’ve had three long-term littles in the past. None that lasted more than a year. This… There are no words. Britney isn’t even a self-proclaimed little. She didn’t know the term until three days after she became mine for all intents and purposes.

I pray I’m not reading too much into it. There is little doubt she is both submissive and a little. However, I’d be putting the horse way before the cart if I didn’t remind myself hourly that she may change her mind. She’s young. She’s inexperienced in nearly everything. Hell, she’s a virgin. And I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that makes my cock all kinds of hard.

She has a huge void that needs filling. I’ve known submissives to dabble in age play to fill that kind of void. Many of them get it out of their systems and no longer need age play to fill the holes.

I really need to get ahold of Roman when I have a chance. His submissive, Lucy, is exactly the kind of little who missed out on her childhood and craved someone to provide her with everything she lacked. Lucky for Roman, she never wanted to go back. She still lives as his little after almost six years.

I’d be forever in her debt if she would spend some time with Britney. Most importantly, I believe her presence would help Britney understand that she is not alone. Far from it.

My cell rings, and I pick it up to see it’s my boss. “Blade. Anything new?”

“Where are you?”

“Just got to Safe Harbor Animal Shelter. I was about to go inside.”

“Ah. Good. Just wanted to let you know that Spike is working on Lazinski’s background. The man has an interesting financial past. I’m starting to believe the club is actually a cash loss for him. He’s using it as a front to launder his income.”

I cringe. “His income being trafficking women.”

“Exactly.”

“Can you tell how many?”

“I’ve tracked down all six of the women who quit in the last year and all had found other jobs, so I decided to go back farther. Six years. Each year there has been one unexplained disappearance. Each year our pal Lazinski has had one monstrous unexplained boost to his bank account. I’m betting he turns