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

here Thursday night. But also because I’ve stared out the row of back windows several times wishing I could explore his yard.

He opens the back door and lets me pass through first. As soon as we’re outside, I head for the yard. His landscaping is amazing and I want to wander around on the little path that leads to the birdbath in the far corner.

Davis grabs my hand and pulls me to a stop though. His arm snakes around me, settling under my breasts, and he pulls my back against his front. He leans over my shoulder and meets my gaze. “Two rules.”

I bite my lip. Why am I not surprised? He has rules for everything.

“You’re not permitted to unlock or open the back door for any reason if I’m not with you. And for now, I don’t want you to leave the patio. You’ll stay where I can see you at all times, and even though my backyard is very private with a seven-foot wall, I’m not taking any chances of anyone seeing you.”

“Yes, Sir.” It’s amazing how living with him I often forget I’m in hiding. Or maybe I force it to the back of my mind because it’s too much to process. Perhaps I’m hiding behind this new side of myself in order to avoid reality. That thought scares me too. Even though I’m happier than I’ve ever been, what if this life ultimately isn’t for me? I don’t want to lose Davis.

He turns me toward the far end of the covered patio. “I have a porch swing though. Would you like to sit on it with me?”

I smile up at him. “Yes, please.”

He takes my hand and leads me to the swing. It has thick cushions, and after he sits on one end, I climb up next to him. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me against his side.

I tuck my feet up under me and sigh against his chest as he pushes us gently forward and backward. His hand around me settles against my belly, and he absently strokes his thumb against the underside of my boob. If it weren’t for that tiny motion making my body tingle with arousal, I might fall asleep.

I tip my head back and look at him. “Can I use your gym equipment, Sir?”

His brow furrows. “Sure, but not by yourself. You should stay out of that room unless I’m there to supervise you, sweet girl.”

I wiggle against him, wondering if he has any clue how absurdly horny I get when he speaks to me as if I’m five. He’s done so twice in just a few minutes. Once to tell me not to come outside alone and now to insinuate I’m not old enough to lift weights on my own. It’s silly. It’s sexy.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Well, I haven’t gone this long without some kind of workout in over a year. I was a dancer, you know. I couldn’t do that without three days of weight training a week and at least three days of cardio.”

He squeezes me tighter against him, his thumb still stroking maddeningly against my breast. I’m fighting hard to concentrate on our conversation and sit still.

“Okay. We can set you up with a routine. I usually work out early in the morning. You’d have to get up with me at the same time.”

I nod. I’m not a morning person usually, but it’s better than nothing. “Okay, Sir.”

He kisses my forehead. “I don’t want you not getting enough sleep though. If you start getting tired or crabby during the day, I’ll move your bedtime earlier or you’ll have to start taking a nap after lunch.”

“I won’t get crabby, Daddy,” I promise him.

“We’ll see. Tomorrow I’ll wake you up when I go into the gym.”

I smile. “Thank you, Sir.” I snuggle into his side and close my eyes. It’s so pleasant out here. I can hear the birds and an occasional car, but we’re far enough from the main roads to block out the sounds of traffic. My apartment isn’t nearly as quiet as this. Not ever. Especially when I’m trying to sleep during the day before my shift at the Sky Lounge. That’s probably why I’ve slept so well since I got here.

“Would you like me to invite another little girl over so you can meet her, sweetie? Do you think you’re ready for that?”

I think about that for a moment. Will I be embarrassed? Maybe at first. But if she’s little too, then maybe it will be okay. “I think that would be nice, Sir.”

“Good. I’m going to call her Daddy, Master Roman, and set something up. Master Roman owns the club I was telling you about, Surrender.”

“What’s her name?”

“Lucy.”

“How long has she been Master Roman’s little girl?”

“Almost six years. For the first three years, she was a full-time little. The only time she broke from that space was to attend classes while she went to college. After she graduated, she got a grown-up job. So now, she spends nine hours a day as an adult and all the rest of her time as Master Roman’s little girl.”

“That’s a long time,” I murmur.

He stiffens for just a split second, but I notice it and remember what he told me about Collette not wanting to be his full-time little anymore and they broke up.

I lean my cheek against Davis’s shoulder and try to picture the future. It’s impossible. I’m so happy right now. Happier than I’ve ever been. But can I live like this forever? I don’t know. It feels like I’m pretending all the time. Using this dynamic to escape my problems and recreate my childhood.

I’m certain Davis would say there’s nothing wrong with that, and I agree to some extent, but how long can I pretend I’m a little girl and avoid all adult responsibilities? I don’t have the answers.

“I’ll see if they can come over tomorrow night after work. Would you like that?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He reaches for my pigtail with