Nurturing Britney (Surrender Book 7)

by Becca Jameson

  She’s already smiling as she sticks her hand in and grabs the top of the box. She eases it out and then holds it up so she can see the front. “Oh. My. God,” she whispers, and then she just stands there, not moving an inch. She’s staring at the doll through the clear plastic on the front of the box.

  Seconds tick by, and I start to worry. I’m afraid she doesn’t like it, that it’s not good enough. When I bend down to see her face, I realize she’s silently crying. I pull out a chair, sit, and pull her between my legs. “Sweet girl…” I hug her against my chest. This wasn’t the reaction I expected at all. She’s overwhelmed and emotional. I hope to God these are happy tears.

  “I never had my own doll,” she whispers.

  I can’t stand the distance, so I lift her and set her on my thigh between my legs and hug her tighter to my side. I kiss the top of her head. “I didn’t mean to make you cry, sweetie.” I rub her thigh.

  She’s still holding the doll in front of her, staring at it. “I love her so much,” she whispers. She lifts her tear-streaked face to me. “What is her name?”

  I smile. “I don’t know, sweetie. You’ll have to name her.”

  She turns her gaze back to the doll. “Emily. Yes. Emily.”

  I reach for the box. “Looks like Emily is in there tight. Would you like me to get her out of the box?”

  “Yes, please.”

  I open the top, pull her out, and then determine that the doll is attached to a piece of cardboard at her back with about six twist ties. It takes me a few minutes to disconnect her. All the while I’m cursing the designer of this packaging and wondering how on earth an actual kid would react to this delay.

  Britney is a grown woman and she’s bouncing on my leg.

  When I finally hand her the doll, Britney brings her to her chest, hugs her close, and rocks back and forth. “I just love her. Thank you, Daddy.”

  “You’re so welcome, sweetie. There’s more though.” I pick up the package and reach down inside.

  “More?”

  I pull out two smaller flat packages and hand them to Britney.

  “Clothes for Emily!” Her entire face lights up and she squeals.

  Apparently, I’ve done well. “A girl needs clothes. She can’t wear the same thing every day.”

  Britney hugs the doll and the two packages to her chest now. My day is filled with best moments ever. I just keep adding to them.

  Chapter 20

  Britney

  I sit in my room for a while playing with Emily on my bed while Daddy does some work in his office. There were a few other items in the box too, and I have combed Emily’s hair, fed her a bottle, and changed her diaper three times. I’ve also changed her into each outfit twice.

  I can’t help myself. It’s like someone dropped down from heaven and gave me a chance to have and do all the things I never got to experience when I was little. And even better, I get to do all this while knowing full well I’m a grown adult under my dress, indulging in something that makes me happy while anticipating the time later today when Davis will touch my body like adults do.

  I’m living the dream, and I try not to worry about it all crashing down. I’ve reasoned with myself that even if I suddenly wake up and find out this was all a dream, or even if Davis’s people manage to catch the people looking for me, or even if he decided he didn’t want me anymore… No matter what, I will have had and loved every moment of this time with him in his home.

  I had all morning to think about our arrangement. He told me he doesn’t like brats, so I’m going to be the best little girl ever. I want him to be proud of me and keep looking at me like I hang the moon. I want to be the kind of girl he won’t want to break up with. It’s scary. I might mess up. But I’m going to try.

  He says I’m the kind of little he likes, but he doesn’t know me well yet, and I don’t have any experience in his world. I know he wants a full-time little, and even though I’m having the best time of my life, I don’t know if I could commit to being his little all the time forever.

  What if I do something he doesn’t like? I squirm every time I think about him spanking me. I’m both nervous and excited about the prospect.

  I know it’s coming soon. Will it hurt? Will I cry?

  When I hear Davis’s approach, I lift my gaze.

  He’s smiling. “How’re my girls?”

  I giggle. “Emily needs a nap. She’s been up a long time.” I turn and pull back the covers a few inches to slide her into my bed on the far side.

  “What about Britney? Is she tired too? Does she need a nap?”

  I shake my head as I turn back to him. “I’m not tired, Daddy.”

  He lifts my chin. “You sure? Little girls sometimes need a nap in the afternoon.”

  “I’m sure.”

  “Okay, but if you get crabby in the evening before bed, you’ll start taking naps after lunch.”

  “I won’t get crabby. I promise.”

  He reaches for my waist and lifts me up.

  I wrap my legs and arms around him and let him carry me from the room. His hands are on my bottom, only the cotton of my panties between us. I love his touch.

  He carries me into the kitchen and sets me down on one of the kitchen chairs at the table. After pushing me in, he opens a laptop that’s in front of me. “I want you to do some research, sweetie. It will help you fully understand the aspects of age play. There are hundreds of sites you can look through to help you see how other littles live.”

  I feel nervous watching him. Why do I need to read about other people?

  He starts opening windows and then points at one of the tabs. “This site is called FetLife. Create an account so you can explore the site. Give yourself whatever user name you want and create a password.”

  When he’s finished, he lifts my chin to tip my head back and meets my gaze. “I want you to be educated on this subject, sweet girl. No playing around. Do some research. Got it?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl. If you have any questions, ask me. I’ll be right over there.” He points to the couch and then releases me and heads that direction. His own laptop is on the coffee table and he picks it up and settles on the cushion, leaving me to explore.

  I’m nervous but also intrigued.

  As I start navigating through the website and then google other sites, I slowly relax. I’m not alone. There are indeed hundreds of people who enjoy age play and each person expresses their fetish in different ways.

  When I stumble upon a little who is about my age and living in a twenty-four-seven relationship, I end up spending a long time soaking in everything she’s written and learning about her likes and dislikes.

  By the time Davis’s shadow causes me to lift my gaze to him, I realize hours have passed.

  He’s smiling. “Learn anything? You’ve been engrossed.”

  I nod as I point to the screen. “This woman is just like me. I’ve enjoyed learning her story.”

  “Good.” He sets his hand on my head and smooths his palm down my hair. “I want you to spend some time every day researching so you’ll know everything you can about age play and all of its facets.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He leans over and kisses my forehead. His expression is slightly strained, and I wonder if it has anything to do with me.

  “What’s going to happen to me?” I’ve tried not to think about my problems, but eventually, I’m going to have to face reality. I can’t spend the rest of my life playing and hiding out in Davis’s home.

  He sighs and sits in the chair next to mine, brushing a lock of hair from my forehead. “You’re safe. Nothing is going to happen to you, sweetie.”

  “That’s not what I mean. What about my boss and the Lounge?”

  He cups my cheek. His touch is soothing, but it’s not going to solve my problems. “My agency is working on it. I don’t want you to worry.”

  I worry my bottom lip for a moment. “What exactly does your agency do?”

>   “Whatever we’re hired to do. Mostly we provide security for people.”

  “People like me.”

  He nods. “Exactly.”

  “But I can’t pay you.”

  He tickles my chin. “You don’t need to.”

  “But that means you’re spending time on my problem instead of paying customers.”

  “Your problem is serious and important. My boss would never hesitate to take on a case of human trafficking even if we didn’t know the victim, sweetie.”

  A thought makes me stiffen. “What if there are others? Other women like me?”

  He draws in a slow breath. “Then hopefully we’ll save more than just you, sweet girl.”

  I think there are things he’s not telling me, but I’m also afraid to ask. “It’s not safe. I don’t want you doing something dangerous for me.” My lip starts to tremble and I can’t stop it.

  He strokes my bottom lip gently. “Don’t you worry about me. Like I told you, I’ve been in far more dangerous situations than this in my life. There are six men at my agency. Three of us are working on this.”

  “I don’t understand how you can fix this problem. Maybe if I just hide until after my boss was supposed to hand me over, it will go away.” I can hear the desperation in my voice and I grip the edge of the table with my fingers.

  “I don’t think your boss would ever stop looking for you, and even if he did, you wouldn’t want him to do this to another woman.”

  I nod. “You’re right, but I don’t like you being involved. If anything happens to you, it will be my fault.”

  He smiles again and then pushes my chair back. “Come here, sweetie.”

  I slide to my feet and let him pull me between his legs. He smooths his palms up my back, meeting my gaze. “Nothing is going to happen to me. You have to trust me and be patient. It won’t take forever. I promise. My agency is working every angle to figure out who’s involved in this and arrest them.”

  “Why can’t the police just arrest my boss and make him tell them who he sold me to?”

  “Because your boss is probably a middle man, sweetie. He’s not the buyer and I doubt he knows who the seller is.”

  I ponder that for a moment, chewing on my lip again. I’m overwhelmed and tears fall down my cheeks. Too many people are putting their lives in danger to help me.

  Davis reaches up and brushes my tears away before folding me in his arms and flattening me to his chest. He kisses the top of my head and rubs my back. “The only thing I want you to focus on right now is exploring this new side of yourself. That’s your job. My job is to find bad guys and put them in jail.”

  “Maybe we should call the police,” I murmur, not wanting him involved in this. Now that I understand how serious this is, I’m more scared than before.

  “I’ve spoken to the police, sweetie. They’re working on it.”

  I jerk my head back and look at him. “You did? When?”

  “This morning.”

  “You called them?”

  He shakes his head. “No. It was a coincidence.”

  I frown.

  He sighs. “Listen, sweet girl, I’m going to tell you something to help ease your mind, but you have to keep it to yourself, understood?” His brows furrow.

  “Who would I tell? The only person I ever speak to is you. I haven’t even used my phone since I got here. It’s still sitting on the counter.”

  “Do you have any contact with the women you worked with?”

  I shake my head. “The only one I ever even exchanged numbers with was Mila, and we only texted each other if one of us was sick or something and couldn’t make it in to work. We didn’t hang out or anything.”

  He frowns. “Who’s Mila?”

  “Licorice is her stage name.”

  “Ah, right. I did see the messages from her from Thursday night. Has she texted you since you last saw her?”

  I shrug. “I haven’t touched my phone since then. It makes me nervous.”

  He nods. “Good. I don’t want you to read the messages from your boss. I don’t want you to respond to Mila either. In fact, it’s probably best if we have that phone disconnected. I checked it out to make sure it didn’t have a tracking device or any apps someone might be using to follow you, but just to be safe, I’m going to deactivate it, okay?”

  I sigh, my shoulders slumping. “Okay,” I whine.

  “Are you particularly fond of that phone for some reason? If there are pictures or contacts or anything on it you want, we can copy the data first.” He’s frowning at me in confusion.

  I shake my head. “No. It’s a cheap phone with a cheap plan. It’s just one more thing I’m going to have to deal with. Getting a new one. It’s one expense I’ve always scrimped on. Safety and all.”

  His hand comes to the back of my neck and massages my muscles there. “Well, you won’t need one at all while you’re staying here. I’ll call you on the home phone for now, and you can call my cell from the landline also if I’m not here. We can get you a burner if we need it, but when this is over, I’ll get you a new phone. Okay?”

  I glance away.

  “Britney…” he says in his warning voice. “Talk to me.”

  “You keep buying me things.”

  He sighs. “Sweetie, if you were permanently mine, you would be my responsibility and I would buy you everything you need. For right now, you are mine, even if you decide you want to leave at some point. So stop worrying about material things. I’m taking care of you. As my little—no matter how long that lasts—I’ll buy you everything you need.”

  “Okay,” I murmur reluctantly.

  He squeezes my neck and a strange smile crosses his lips. “Besides, little girls don’t need cell phones. If you’re good and prove to me you can be responsible, I’ll consider getting you one. But…” He holds up one finger. “You won’t be allowed to use it unsupervised, you’ll have to earn the privilege of playing on it, and it’s the first thing you’ll lose if you misbehave.” He lifts both brows.

  I haven’t breathed in seconds. He’s talking to my little self now. My face is heated because his words arouse me. That’s so irrational. I shift my weight to avoid squirming.

  I love it when he goes full Dom on me, taking complete control all the way down to my cell phone usage. My belly is doing flip flops again because I so enjoy being his little girl.

  After several moments, his hand slides down my back to cup my bottom. He gathers my dress and pulls it up over my panties with his fingers. “Are your panties wet, sweetie?”

  I squirm now. “Yes, Sir.”

  He reaches from behind to cup my pussy, pressing his entire palm against my soaked panties. Another slow smile, and then he removes his hand. “My little girl likes it when I’m strict.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I squeak.

  He pulls me closer with a palm between my shoulder blades and kisses me, not on the forehead. He kisses me like a man. And I return it like a woman. It’s sensual and full of all the passion that has been building for several minutes. I’m moaning when he breaks the contact.

  He pats my bottom. “Let’s see about dinner, shall we?”

  Chapter 21

  Master Davis

  The moment I push the door open to Britney’s room the next morning, my heart clenches in my chest. This seems to be a pattern. Every time I set eyes on her, she takes my breath away.

  She’s sound asleep, lying on her belly. Her blankets have been kicked off at some point in the night. She’s clutching Bunny to her side with one arm. Her hair is spread out all over the pillow. Her lips are parted, and she’s making the sweetest sounds.

  As I quietly approach, I let my gaze roam down to her bottom. The nightgown has risen up several inches, exposing the perfect small globes, but what really makes me swallow is that she has one knee bent and pulled up toward her chest. There is enough light pouring into the room for me to see the folds of her pussy.

  I hate to disturb her. I could stand here and watch her
sleep all day and never tire of it. But I need to leave the house soon, and I want to spend every moment with her I can before I do so.

  I lower myself onto the edge of her bed 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.