Pleasing Josie (Surrender Book 5)

by Becca Jameson

  I giggle as I remove my work clothes. I’ve chosen to be an adult at work. Not anyone’s submissive. A break from both of them. It’s good for me. Helps me reset in a way.

  Most nights, Master Grayson picks me up from work because he’s the one in town. On those nights, I don’t change clothes. There’s no denying that he’s been far more attentive since we moved in with Master Quinten. He glances at me frequently, his gaze filled with lust and the promise of what will come.

  Esther usually cooks for us, so when we get home, she has dinner ready. After Master Grayson finishes making calls or going through depositions in the evening, he finds me, and tingles climb up my spine.

  He’s gotten more intense lately, and he’s started adding various toys to our play. He’s made it clear that he isn’t a disciplinarian and not a fan of striking me with anything, but he’s gotten incredibly creative with a variety of new toys.

  In contrast, when Master Quinten takes me over his knee, it’s usually for punishment, and it’s often followed with a timeout. I’ve found I don’t mind being spanked for discipline, but I do mind being ignored, so I rarely misbehave.

  I turn my attention back to my bag as soon as I’m naked. I’m excited all over again because I have no idea what I’m about to put on. Master Quinten had Master Grayson give me the wrapped package this morning before I went to work.

  I’ve been giddy all day wondering what he bought me. I rip open the pink striped paper and find a fancy dress like one would wear to a party. It’s lavender, but under the skirt is a pouf of white petticoat. I clap my hands together, having now fully slid from my adult self to my little.

  I grab the panties first. There are white frilly ruffles all over the butt. Very young. I step into them and then pull the dress over my head. The sleeves are short and poufy. The neckline is square. The silky material is gathered across my breasts in a way that will hide my nipples. The empire waist causes the dress to flare out all around me. It’s so short that it’s barely hiding my panties.

  I put on the white ruffled socks next and then the white ballet slippers. When I stand fully, I look in the mirror again. The only thing out of place is my hair, and I quickly gather it into two very high pigtails and then add the wide silk lavender ribbons.

  Although I look and feel like a princess, I feel awkward when I leave the bathroom and return to Master Kellen’s office. I’m not sure if Master Quinten will have arrived yet or not.

  He’s not in the office, but I’m shocked to find Sabine no longer sitting on the couch. She’s bouncing on her feet with excitement, and she’s wearing a similar dress as me.

  I light up when I see her and then glance at Master Kellen.

  He smiles at me. “Master Quinten wanted to surprise you tonight. We’re all going to Master Roman’s house for a party.”

  Someone clears his throat behind me, and I spin around to find Master Quinten entering the room. He’s wearing a gray suit, and he looks so handsome. I squeal and run to him.

  He grabs me by the waist and spins me around. When he sets me down, he kisses me on the lips. “Missed you, princess.”

  “I missed you too, Sir.”

  “I hope you don’t mind going to a little party tonight. It’s mostly people you know. I thought you might enjoy yourself. We won’t stay too long if you’re not having fun.” He winks at me. I know what he’s not saying out loud, that he’d rather have me alone before the end of the night. Or at least share me with Master Grayson.

  “Will Master Grayson be there?”

  “Yep. He’s meeting us there. Are you all ready to go?”

  Sabine is still bouncing up and down when I turn around. “Can we go, Daddy?” she asks Master Kellen.

  He rolls his eyes and shakes his head in dismay. “I’m not sure if I should indulge you right now or take you over my knee.”

  She sobers slightly, her bottom lip coming out in a pout. “Sorry, Sir. I’ll be good. I’m just excited.”

  Master Quinten tugs my hand. “We’ll meet you there.” He pulls me from the room and a minute later, we’re at his SUV. Instead of leading me to the front passenger door, he rounds to his side of the car and opens the back door.

  I’m both surprised and a little excited to see that he’s added something new to our lifestyle. A car seat. It’s more like a booster seat, but when Master Quinten lifts me and sets me in it, I feel extremely young.

  My dress gets bunched up behind me, and I whimper when Master Quinten reaches between my legs and pulls up a buckle. His knuckles graze my pussy, making my breath hitch. I stay very still while he buckles me into a five-point harness. The straps that come over my shoulders press against my breasts. When he tightens everything, the strap between my legs puts pressure on my pussy.

  “There,” he declares before kissing my nose. “Safe and sound.” He shuts my door, leaving me squirming. I’m wet and horny and so very happy.

  The drive to Master Roman’s house only takes about twenty minutes, but in that time I’ve worked myself into full-blown arousal from all the straps. By the time he releases me, my knees are weak.

  Master Grayson is walking toward us from his car, and he’s smiling. “You look like a princess,” he declares as he leans down and kisses me. “Good surprise?”

  “Yes, Sir.” I shiver. My nipples are hard. My panties are wet.

  My Masters both take one of my hands and lead me to the front door. I’ve never been to Master Roman’s house. It’s huge like Master Quinten’s, and we are ushered inside by a butler who introduces himself as Weston. He directs us to the library. As I scan the room, my gaze lands on Lucy.

  She smiles and tugs on Master Roman’s arm. He leans down to listen to her, and then nods. She leaves his side to rush across the room toward us. “Josie,” she cries out, hugging me. “I’m so glad you came.” She grabs my hand and whisks me away from my Masters.

  When I glance back, they are both smiling at me and nodding permission. For the next five minutes, she shows me around the first floor of the mansion and then we return to the library. Sabine has arrived and a few other littles with their Masters. I recognize most of them from Surrender.

  I spot Master Grayson in his black suit talking to a man I’ve never met. He’s slightly taller, built, and has thick dark hair. I think he’s a few years younger than Master Grayson.

  When I approach, Master Grayson reaches out a hand and pulls me into his side. “Josie, this is Master Hudson. I did a scene with him a few weeks ago when we went to Surrender.”

  I lift my gaze and smile as Master Hudson takes my hand and kisses my knuckles. “Aren’t you a cutie.”

  “Thank you, Sir. Do you have a little girl?”

  “Not right now, but I have my eye on one. We’ll see if she accepts me.” He winks at me.

  I look around. There aren’t any littles here who don’t have daddies.

  He chuckles. “She’s not here tonight. In fact, she doesn’t even know I’ve been eyeing her.” He chucks me under the chin. “I’m not even sure she realizes she’s little. I have my work cut out for me.”

  I giggle. I didn’t know I was little until recently, either, so I understand the feeling, but I’m fascinated by the fact that Master Hudson seems confident in his assessment even though whoever he has his eye on isn’t aware. Interesting. I can’t wait to meet her one day.

  Master Quinten’s hands land on my shoulders, and when I tip my head back, he kisses my forehead. “Hey, princess. I see you’ve met Master Hudson.”

  “Yes, Sir.” I realize he must be a very strong Dom if he’s the one who dominated Master Grayson at Surrender.

  Suddenly, his breath hitches and his gaze locks on something across the room.

  I twist my head to follow his line of sight, but all I see is that Cindy, the receptionist from Surrender, is wandering through the party with a tray of hors d'oeuvres. Her long, wavy brown hair is clipped at the back of her neck, and it sways back and forth as she offers people a napkin and holds out the try. She
has on black slacks and a white blouse. Since I’ve only ever seen her in jeans and a tank top at the entrance to Surrender, I think she looks nice tonight.

  I jerk my gaze back to Master Hudson, and quickly decide she’s the object of his attention. I wonder if she’s also the woman he’s hoping will be his little. Odd, considering I’ve never seen her even enter the main room of the club. Even though I’m certain she has full membership standing as an employee, I don’t think she’s interested in the lifestyle.

  Master Hudson excuses himself and wanders away in a different direction, so maybe I’m mistaken, but I grin anyway, hoping things work out for him.

  I’m still thinking about Master Hudson when Sabine and Lucy rush toward me and lure me away from my Masters. They lead me to a corner of the room where several small tables have been set up, and the three of us take seats.

  A variety of snacks cover the table. Kid snacks. Nothing like what Cindy had on her tray for the grownups. Our table has finger foods that young people would like. Pigs in a blanket, cheese cubes, pretzels, gummy bears, apple slices, tiny marshmallows.

  Lucy gives each of us a pink paper plate with unicorns on it, and we fill it with snacks that will probably give me a tummy ache if I eat too many of them.

  The party is so much fun, and I love being around so many people who make me feel confident and comfortable in my lifestyle choice, but I’m not sad when Master Quinten tells me it’s time to go home. I’ve missed him. I want to be alone with my Masters now.

  By the time we arrive back at the house, I’m aroused all over again from the car seat. My arousal only increases when Master Quinten lifts me and carries me into the house with his hand patting my bottom. I squirm in his embrace, giggling when he tickles me.

  Master Grayson is right behind us as we enter the house. He’s chuckling at our antics.

  Master Quinten holds me tighter, his fingers seemingly everywhere, teasing me, stroking me, tickling me.

  I can’t seem to get free no matter how much I squirm in his arms. Finally, struggling to catch my breath, I blurt out, “Daddy, put me down.”

  We all freeze as I realize what I’ve said. Daddy.

  A few seconds later, Master Quinten slides me down his body and sets me on my feet. He cups my face and meets my gaze.

  My cheeks heat. We have never discussed me addressing him as Daddy before. I don’t know if it’s something he wants or not even though in my mind I’ve called him that dozens of times. It just slipped out.

  “Princess…”

  I swallow.

  “You have no idea how happy that makes me. Did you mean it? Did you mean to call me Daddy?”

  I’m shivering. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Say it again.” He smiles.

  “Yes, Daddy. I meant it.”

  He grabs me by the waist and twirls me around again just like he did earlier in the evening when he picked me up. When he sets me down, his lips come to mine and I lean into him. He moans into my mouth as Master Grayson’s hands land on my shoulders.

  When Master Quinten releases my lips, I twist my face to Master Grayson, wondering how he feels about me calling Master Quinten Daddy. “Sir?”

  He cups my cheek and kisses my lips. “I’m so pleased you’re comfortable enough to be who you need to be. I know it’s complicated living with two busy Masters who expect very different things from you, but I’m so proud of how well you’ve adjusted.”

  “Thank you, Sir.” I breathe out a sigh of relief.

  He plucks at the sleeve on my dress. “Now that we’re home, I think it’s time to get you out of this dress so the two of us can spend some time showing you just how much we adore you.”

  I flush. I love it when they both take me at the same time. I love watching the two of them together when they’re with me. I know they also have sex without me when I’m in my little girl bed. It’s obvious on the nights they tuck me in and tell me not to leave the room. I would never begrudge them their time alone. After all, I have alone time with each of them, also. But the best nights are the ones when all three of us are together in Master Quinten’s room on his king-sized bed.

  When we have sex together, I’m not little or big. I’m just Josie. And I’m the luckiest woman in the world.

  I flounce along behind them as we head upstairs, knowing that my evening as a little is about to come to an end when this dress is removed and I’m naked between them. I’m not sad. I’m starting to develop a new normal. A balance. It may look chaotic to someone who doesn’t understand our dynamic, but it works for us. It works for me.

  I’ve never been happier.

  I hope you’ve enjoyed Pleasing Josie. Please enjoy the following excerpt from Honoring Hudson, the next book in the Surrender series.

  “You okay?” I lean my elbows on the edge of the counter and watch Cindy closely. She’s been quiet for the last five minutes.

  She lifts her gaze and furrows her brow while straightening a pile of papers for the tenth time. “Of course.”

  I lift my brows. “It’s just that you were in the middle of telling me a story before Master Kellen came in with Sabine.”

  “Oh, right. I forgot. What were we discussing?” She doesn’t meet my gaze. In fact, she turns around and organizes the pens in a jar, as if this is a thing.

  I was watching her closely as Kellen and Sabine met up with Lucy and Roman in this reception area. She’d gone from her usual laid-back self to stiff and unnerved.

  The truth is, I watch Cindy closely every time I see her. It’s become a habit, hanging out with her at the front desk, befriending her, trying to figure out what makes her tick. Some nights I make headway. Some nights I don’t.

  I’ve been doing this for months. There is a lot I know about Cindy. There is a fuck ton I do not. “You were telling me about the puppies someone brought in to the animal shelter.” I lean closer, inhaling her scent. Something floral. Probably her shampoo. Her long wavy brown hair is in a ponytail at the base of her neck, and every time it swishes, I catch the scent.

  Cindy Kertis intrigues me. It’s irrational and probably a lost cause, but I can’t stop myself from spending time with her. I could be inside the club right now dominating someone, but instead, I’m in the entrance area flirting. As usual.

  She gives me a fake smile. “Oh right.” She shrugs. “They were just cute is all. And we have to hand feed them because they’re too young.”

  “How many are there?” I encourage.

  “Five. Boxer mix, we think.” Now her smile becomes more believable as I watch her remember the puppies.

  It’s contagious, her smile. I grin also. “I bet they’re cute. Did you take pictures?”

  A wider smile now. “Of course.” She picks up her phone and taps the screen several times before showing me a picture. The puppies look like nothing but a pile of brown fur.

  I reach out and take the phone from her to get a closer look, not because I need to see the picture better but because I want my fingers to touch Cindy’s.

  She leans in and points at the screen. “See their little faces?”

  All I know is that Cindy’s face is now inches from mine. “Yep.” I continue to stare for as long as I can just to keep Cindy close. Finally, I release the phone back to her.

  If Cindy were mine, I’d be such a pushover that we’d have ten dogs before the end of the week. But Cindy is not mine. She’s not anybody’s. She’s not even a participant at Surrender. As the receptionist, she has a full membership, but she has never exercised it. I asked Roman. She’s been at Surrender seven years, and she’s never once played.

  “How are your classes going?” I ask next to keep the conversation alive. When it becomes too awkward, I’ll need to head into the club. I only do this for as long as I can each night Surrender is open. Some nights it’s five minutes. Other nights it’s as much as a half an hour I get to spend with Cindy.

  “Good.” She sighs. Apparently “good” was a bit of a stretch. “I mean, well…” She glances at me
, her face flushed. “I’m only taking calculus this semester. I abhor it. It makes no sense to me.” She meets my gaze and admits, “This is the third time I’ve taken it.”

  Fuck me. Bingo. I suddenly feel like I’ve hit the jackpot, and it’s difficult to keep from fist-pumping. “I’m good at math. I could help you.” I try to say that as casually as possible.

  I have no idea why I’m so careful with this woman. It’s bordering on ridiculous. I’ve forced myself to befriend her and keep that growing. She’s skittish, and I don’t want to risk her turning me down, so I have not asked her out.

  What I’d like to do is take her hand, lead her into the club, and wander around with her at my side until I can figure out what kind of kink she’s attracted to. And then I want to dominate her. So badly that my cock gets hard thinking about it.

  Her eyes go wide with momentary excitement, and then she glances away. “I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

  “You didn’t ask me. I offered. If I didn’t want to help you, I wouldn’t have suggested it.” I don’t want to give her time to retreat. “Tomorrow is Saturday. I don’t have to work. Let’s meet for coffee somewhere and start a tutoring lesson.”

  She draws in a deep breath, seemingly thinking, not looking at me. If I’m not mistaken, her fingers are trembling. It unnerves me. What happened to this woman? Finally, she meets my gaze. “Okay. Thank you. I appreciate it.”

  I grab a sticky note off the top of her perfectly organized counter and jot down the name of a local place and the intersection. And then I add my number before handing it to her. “Here you go. Call me if you can’t find it. How about ten tomorrow morning?”

  Her fingers brush mine again as she takes the pink square of paper. “Thank you,” she murmurs again.

  I shove off the counter, righting myself. “Okay. I guess I’ll head inside. See you in a while.”

  “Yep. Have a good time.”

  As soon as I’m out of her line of sight and inside the main room of the club, I smile so broadly my face hurts. Finally. Headway.