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

was wearing to work out. Tight and thin and fitted and pink. The only difference is that the words Daddy’s Girl are printed across the front in white.

I smile when I see the words, trying to ignore the fact that I’m going to spend the day with obvious nipples once again. When he squats in front of me again, I step into a skirt. It’s a matching pink in the same soft cotton as the shirt. It’s pleated and short. If I spun around, it would flare out to a flat circle.

“Is your bottom okay, sweetie? Can you sit on the toilet for me so I can fix your hair?”

I blush. “I’m okay.” I wince a bit when I sit down though. He spanked me harder than the first time. He’s right about spankings. They are a unique experience. I can’t decide if I want to be on the receiving end of his palm very often. I sure won’t try to tease him with my body again.

He carefully works the tangles out of my hair and then blows it partially dry. “There. All set. How about you make your bed and then play with Emily while I shower? When I’m done, I’ll make us some breakfast.”

“Yes, Sir.” I watch him leave my room, wishing he would have touched me more. I never know when he’s going to let me come. It’s maddening when I’m aroused and he leaves me hanging. Between the spanking and the shower, I’m a ball of need. He undoubtedly knows that and won’t grant me what I crave because I was naughty.

I quickly make my bed and then dress Emily for the day, trying not to think about how my pussy is tingling and my nipples are sensitive. I can still feel the burn of his fingers from when he pinched them. It was hard but like the spanking, it went to my clit.

I sit down on the floor to feed Emily her bottle while I wait for Daddy.

Chapter 26

Master Davis

As I set a plate of breakfast down in front of Britney, I decide now is a good time to inform her about my morning plans. I take my own seat and look at her. “Sweetie, my boss is going to come over this morning for a while.”

She swallows her bite and meets my gaze, her face flushing.

I reach over and clasp her hand with mine. “I had to make a choice. Either I go to the office and get you a babysitter or he comes here. I thought you’d prefer the latter, so he’ll be here in a little while.”

She lowers her gaze. “Does he…know about…”

I squeeze her hand. “Yes. He knows. And he’s a Daddy too so he will not judge you or us.”

She pushes her eggs around with her fork and squirms. “Okay.”

I wonder if she’s aroused by the idea. It’s hard to tell. Usually, when she squirms like that, she’s horny. But I can’t be certain if she’s not just uncomfortable in this case. I could check her panties, but I won’t. Not yet.

Her nipples are hard points, but they have been since she got dressed. I love this tank top and the one I put her in earlier. I’m going to order ten of them in every color.

“You can play with your Legos while we meet in my office, but I expect you to be polite and courteous when I have people over. You have to trust that I would never introduce you to someone who would judge you. I cut you some slack yesterday when you went to your room, but I want you to be braver than that and more respectful.”

“Yes, Sir,” she murmurs, wiggling on the stool again.

“Britney…” I wait for her to look at me. “If I were to check your panties right now, would I find them wet or dry?” I lift a brow.

She flushes a deeper red and mumbles, “Wet, Sir.”

“I thought so. Eat your breakfast.”

We finish breakfast and I’ve sent Britney to wash her hands when Blade arrives. I let him in the front door.

He glances around. “Where is the infamous Britney?”

She comes out of her room as he’s asking about her. “Hello.” She keeps her gaze down and her voice is soft.

I reach out for her and pull her in front of me, her back to my chest, my palm flat between her breasts. “Britney, this is my boss, Master Andres.”

“Nice to meet you, Sir.” She even holds out her hand.

Blade takes it and shakes gently. “Nice to meet you too. I’ve heard a lot about you.” He lifts his gaze to me. “She’s precious, Spidey.”

Britney tips her head way back to look up at me, her brows furrowed. “Spidey?”

I chuckle. “It’s my nickname. From the Army.”

“Because you can swing from building to building?” she asks.

Blade laughs. “Because he has a sixth sense.”

“Oh.” She giggles. “It’s a funny name.”

I pinch her hip playfully with my free hand, making her squeal. “And you will not be calling me that, right? Because you’re only permitted to address me as…?” I hold her tight and lift a brow.

“Sir or Daddy.”

“That’s right.” I let my fingers graze intentionally over her breast as I release her and turn her to face the kitchen. “Go add to your castle while I meet with Master Andres.” I pat her on the bottom to get her moving, and she skips across the room, her hair flying loose all around her.

Blade follows me into my office and I close the door partway, leaving it open a few inches just in case Britney needs me. As Blade takes a seat across from my desk, he’s grinning. “Damn. You are whipped.”

I roll my eyes as I take my seat. “Tell me you wouldn’t be if she were yours.”

He smirks. “I can see the appeal, yes. And that hair. It’s divine.”

“Yes. It’s my kryptonite,” I admit before leaning on my elbows. “Talk to me.”

He sobers. “I spoke with Gordon Shepherd. He says Lazinski is