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

“Yep. I’ll arrange for your car to be brought here this afternoon, though I must say it’s not in very good shape, so we might need to look into trading it in soon.”

I draw in a breath. “I’m not comfortable with that yet. Not just because of what you told me about Collette. You know I’ve never been comfortable with you spending money on me. It’s going to take me a while to relax on that issue.”

He nods. “Then I’ll get your car tuned up one day this week and you’ll drive it until it dies.” He has an answer for everything. “What else?”

I chew on my bottom lip. “I can’t think of anything right now. It’s a lot.”

His hands come down to my butt. “Then I say starting now, we officially begin the new week. You’ll be my little girl when you’re home. You’ll wear what I set out for you in the house. When you leave for work, you can choose your own clothes. We’ll need to do some shopping though. I insist you let me replace your clothes.”

“Yes, Sir.” I can agree to this. It’s not a car. It’s jeans and T-shirts.

He blows out a relieved breath. “Good. Now, first things first. I want you to go to your room, strip off everything you’re wearing, and then meet me in my room.”

My breath hitches, mostly from excitement.

“I’m going to spank your bottom for scaring the living daylights out of me yesterday, and then I’m going to fuck you clear into tomorrow for the rest of the afternoon.”

I grin, flushing. “You said I would be too sore.”

“I decided I don’t have the willpower to keep my hands off you. We’ll improvise if you’re sore. There are a hundred different ways I want to make your body hum until you know you are mine.”

“I already know I’m yours. You don’t have to prove it.”

He lifts a brow. “You’d rather spend the day coloring or playing with Legos?”

I giggle and shake my head. “No, Sir. I’d rather spend the day having sex.”

He pats my bottom. “What are you waiting for?”

I scramble off his lap and rush to my room. My heart is full. I’m so happy I might cry a few more times today. But that’s okay. Daddy will wipe away my tears and it will all be better.

Epilogue

Two months later…

Britney

“You sure are in a good mood today,” Cindy comments as she passes me at the front desk.

I shrug. “It’s Friday afternoon.”

Cindy smiles. “Anything interesting happening this weekend?”

I lick my lips and shrug. “Davis is taking me out.” The truth is Davis is taking me to Surrender, the BDSM club he belongs to. It’s a big deal. He hasn’t taken me there yet. He thinks I’m ready. I’m both excited and scared out of my mind.

Cindy leaves me at the front desk and returns to her office. I’ve been working full-time as the receptionist for three weeks now. The previous receptionist had a baby and decided not to return. I was shocked when Cindy offered me the job. It pays better and has benefits.

I glance at the clock every two minutes for the rest of the day, until it’s finally six o’clock. Just before Cindy locks the front door, Davis arrives to pick me up. My car has finally bitten the dust and we’re planning to shop for a new one this weekend. He’s been driving me for the past three days.

I’m practically bouncing as he steps inside, and I quickly shut down my computer and gather my belongings, lifting my face to his when he leans over the counter to kiss me. “Hey, sweet girl.”

I shiver because I always do when he calls me that in his deep voice that only I can hear.

Cindy comes into the front from her office. “Hey, Davis.” She turns toward me. “Come on back to my office for a bit.” She looks back at Davis. “Both of you.”

I bite my lip, wondering if I’m in trouble. She doesn’t usually ask me to meet her in her office. The only time she’s called me back was to give me this promotion.

Davis has a strange look on his face as he sets a hand on my lower back and guides me. Almost a smirk? I can’t read his expression, but I start to think whatever is about to take place, he already knows about it.

When we enter Cindy’s office, I’m surprised to find her fiancé sitting in a chair next to her desk. Hudson stands and shakes Davis’s hand. “Good to see you.”

Davis knew Cindy and Hudson before I met him. They were already friends.

“Have a seat.” Cindy motions toward the two chairs across from her desk and then she and Hudson sit also.

I’m rigid. What is going on?

Cindy looks nervous, and she plays with a pencil on her desk, tapping it several times before Hudson scoots closer to her and sets his hand on top of hers. He says nothing.

“Did I do something wrong?” I ask.

Davis sets his hand on the back of my chair and strokes my shoulder with his fingers. “You haven’t done anything wrong, sweetie.”

I glance at him, uncertain.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” Cindy begins in a soft voice.

Hudson squeezes her hand as if providing moral support.

She draws in a breath and sits up taller, seeming to pull herself together. “I’m a member of the club where Davis is taking you tonight.”

I suck in a breath. “Surrender?” I glance at Davis. He’s not shocked. He knew this. Right. Of course. That must be how they reconnected after Davis moved here.

Cindy swallows and continues. “I’m extremely private about my personal preferences. My fetish, I mean. Very few people know about my lifestyle choices. I’ve had to make the difficult decision to share with you because I didn’t want Davis…” She glances at him, “…Master Davis…to withdraw his membership because of me.”

I glance at Davis and back at Cindy and then Hudson. I’m not fully