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

right in the spot between her straight leg and her bent leg. I set one palm on the back of her thigh at the swell of her bottom and the other on her bent knee.

She stirs in her sleep as I stroke her thighs with my thumbs. A soft moan escapes her lips as she blinks her eyes open.

She smiles at me in a way that melts my heart. When she tries to roll over, I hold her steady. “Stay still, sweet girl.”

She relaxes back into the mattress, hugging Bunny against her.

I slide my hands closer to the juncture of her thighs, unable to resist the temptation. Her pussy is wide open, and I can smell her arousal already.

She moans into the pillow and arches her bottom up a few inches when I find her lower lips and part them. “Daddy…”

God, I love that sound. It’s the sweetest music in the world. “Shh… Let Daddy make you feel good before you start your day.” I can’t resist. I’ll never be able to resist this little girl. I’m wrapped all the way around her finger. I’m not sure how I’ll ever even be able to spank her bottom. I need to introduce her to that aspect of age play soon before she starts to think I’m a pushover, but I’m dragging my feet.

I can’t be sure how she’ll react. Will she get fully aroused and squirm with need? Or with she go the other extreme and cry? I need to find out soon.

I gather her wetness and circle her clit, making her arch farther. Her little whimpers are as precious as her moans. With one hand, I tease her clit, feeling it swell under my touch. I watch her face closely as I trail a finger from my other hand through her folds and then farther until I’m touching the tight button of her rectum.

She sucks in a breath and clenches her cheeks.

“Relax, sweetie. Daddy’s not going to hurt you. I’m just introducing you to a new sensation.” I tap her puckered hole. “One day soon I’ll show you how good it feels to have this little hole breached.” I press against it, but not with enough pressure to enter her.

She clenches her cheeks tighter. “I don’t think I like to be touched there, Daddy.”

I ease my finger away and palm her bottom, holding her down. “You will, sweetie. You’ll learn to like it. It feels odd at first, but when you get used to having my fingers up inside your little bottom, you’ll find out what you’re missing.”

She shakes her head. “I don’t think so.”

I chuckle softly. “Don’t worry about it now. Focus on your clit, sweetie.” I circle it again and then gather more wetness and rub the little nub rapidly.

She squirms, trying to escape my grip, but she can’t move an inch with my hand on her bottom.

I rub faster, pressing harder. I know this orgasm is going to be quick, but we don’t have time for more, and I desperately want to feel her come apart for me before I leave the house.

She draws in on herself, her bent arms pulling tighter against her until she lifts her cheek off the pillow and stiffens. Even her little bottom tightens when she reaches the peak. And then she starts to shudder as her orgasm consumes her. Surprising noises come from her mouth as she moans louder through the waves of pleasure.

I keep rubbing her clit, easing off as the waves subside. When I finally remove my hand, she’s panting. I roll her to her back as if she’s a rag doll and then I pull her toward me and gather her onto my lap. She’s gasping for air as she curls up against my chest. I love that her bottom is bare and resting on my thighs. I wish I weren’t wearing jeans.

We sit like this for several minutes while I wait for her to come back to herself and finally I tip her head back and meet her gaze. “Good morning, sweetie.”

She smiles at me, blushing. “Good morning, Daddy.”

“It’s time to get up and get dressed. Daddy has to leave for a while this morning.”

She pouts adorably.

“I won’t be gone long. A few hours at the most. And…” I brush her hair away from her face, holding her gaze. I’m not sure how she’s going to react to this next part. “One of the guys I work with is coming over to babysit you while I’m gone.”

Her eyes widen.

I tap her nose. “Adult Britney needs a guard to keep her safe. Little Britney is too young to stay alone.”

She swallows. “But I don’t know him.” Her lip trembles.

“You will, sweetie. He’s a good guy and a friend. You’ll like him.” I ease Bunny out of her hands, set her on the bed, lift Britney off my lap, and set her on her feet. I spin her around and pat her bottom. “Go use the bathroom, sweetie, while I find some clothes for you.”

Her shoulders droop as she walks across the room slowly. She shuts the door with a soft snick, and I rise to choose a dress for her. When the bathroom door opens, she comes back into the room, her head down, reluctance and dread in her step.

I expected this, and now I’m thinking it might work in my favor. She has to trust me, and she has to obey me. There’s a good chance my palm is going to end up on her bottom before Spike arrives.

“Arms up,” I say when she reaches me. I pull her nightgown over her head and set it on the bed before squatting in front of her so she can step into her panties. I tug them over her bottom and reach for her dress.

She lifts her arms again, and as soon as I have the material in place, I know I’ve chosen well. The dress is a thin white cotton. Though it is a larger size than a