Nurturing Britney (Surrender Book 7)

by Becca Jameson

  “Yes, Sir.” I’m nervous. He’s only spanked me once, and I liked it. A lot. Will it be the same this time?

  He lifts his hand and spanks me right in the center.

  I gasp as my body flinches.

  “Stay still, sweet girl. If you squirm, it will only make your punishment worse.”

  I try hard not to move. I close my eyes and grit my teeth while he rubs my bottom and then spanks me again. It stings but it’s tolerable.

  The next swat lands on one cheek, and the fourth on the other cheek. After that, I lose count while he spanks me over and over until my bottom is burning hot.

  Finally, he’s done and he releases my wrists and rubs my bottom for several moments.

  A combination of emotions bombards me. The burn hurts. That’s the honest truth. But at the same time, my pussy jolted with every swat and now it’s swollen and wet. I’m exhausted from holding myself stiff during my punishment. My body hangs limply over his thighs, and I don’t even care that he’s rubbing my bottom.

  Actually, I do care. It feels good, and damn him, but it’s taking away the sting.

  After a while, he pulls my shorts back up and stands me in front of him. His hands are on my waist and he looks me in the eye. “You won’t try to tease me with your body again, will you, sweetie?”

  I shake my head. “No, Sir.”

  “Did you like having your little bottom spanked?”

  I shake my head again. “No, Sir.”

  He lifts a brow. “You sure?”

  I swallow. “Maybe a little. I mean, I like how it makes me feel, but I don’t like being in trouble.”

  “Good girl. I like your honesty. Now, are you done worrying about your titties?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Can we get back to our workout?”

  I nod.

  The punishment is forgotten and Davis spends the rest of the hour introducing me to his weights and how to properly use them. When we’re done, he leads me to his bedroom and into his master bathroom.

  I’m confused and a little surprised, but I say nothing as he turns on the shower and then pulls my sweat-soaked clothes off me. While he unravels my braid, I look around. His shower is amazing. Except for one tile wall, the rest is glass, and it doesn’t even have a door. It’s deep enough to walk into it without getting the room soaked.

  Davis still has his clothes on, but he takes off his shoes and then leads me into the enclosure. “Step under the spray, sweetie.”

  I do as I’m told while he grabs a bottle of shampoo. I notice he has a second set of products he likes me to use in his shower and I tingle all over as I realize that means sometimes he intends to bring me in here. Like now.

  “Come here, sweetie.”

  Ah, now I get it. He’s going to bathe me, but he’s not going to be naked with me. I’m kind of disappointed, but on the other hand, I’m still off-kilter from misbehaving and getting my bottom spanked, so seeing his nude body right now might be more than I can take.

  I close my eyes as he rubs my scalp. I keep them closed while he washes the rest of my body with the baby soap. He doesn’t linger very long on my tits or my pussy though, and that’s kind of disappointing.

  Finally, he pats my bottom. “Rinse off.”

  I stand under the spray while he waits with the conditioner in his hands, and then I come back to him and turn around so he can coat my hair again. When he’s done, he keeps one hand on my shoulder, pulls my hair up out of the way, and leans down a bit to look at my bottom.

  His free hand strokes my tender skin. “That’s going to sting for a while, sweetie, but you’ll be okay. It won’t bruise.”

  I’m embarrassed and say nothing.

  “Go ahead and rinse again.” He steps out of the shower, and when I’m finished, I turn off the water and join him. He’s holding a towel and he pats my body from head to toe before squeezing most of the moisture out of my hair.

  He never wraps me in a towel, and I gather he doesn’t like to give me a sense of privacy. I’m not permitted to hide my body from him. It’s his to touch when he wants. It’s his to expose when and how he wants. My body belongs to this man. I’ve been made painfully aware that I’m not allowed to flaunt this knowledge or use it to my advantage, but I fully admit I’m his in every way.

  It’s heady. I like how he looks at me, especially when I’m naked. He adores me. Every time I dare to glance at the front of his shorts, I see the evidence of just how I affect him. I don’t need to put on a striptease. He thinks my body is the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. All I have to do is look into his eyes to confirm this.

  He’s damp as he leads me down the hall. I’m completely naked, but I let him take my hand and I follow him obediently. When we reach my room, he heads for the bathroom and picks up a pair of panties from my vanity.

  He bends down to help me put them on and then he’s holding a second tank top. It’s almost the same as the one I 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 crazed and livid.”

  “Not surprising.”

  “He’s had Lazinski’s office bugged for months, but the man has gotten sloppy and started making calls and meeting with people in his office. Before last week—before the night Britney overheard him discussing her sale—he was elusive. Never met with anyone or even spoke on the phone about his transactions. The cop had begun to wonder if Lazinski was even involved.”

  “I wonder what caused him to get lax.”

  Blade shrugs. “No idea. Could have been a fluke Wednesday night. In any case, he knows he fucked up and he’s called everyone in the city who owes him a marker trying to find Britney.”

  I wince. I wish the fucker would give up on her.

  “He’s working hard on a plan B too.”

  “Another woman,” I murmur.

  “Yes. Shepherd is concerned Lazinski will literally have his goons kidnap someone off the street who looks like Britney. Shepherd has been following one of the goons. I’ve had Spike following another one. If they decide to grab someone, we want to know where they take her, or we may totally miss the transaction.”

  I cringe. The thought of a random woman, or perhaps even a young girl, being kidnapped and sold all because we’ve thwarted Lazinski’s efforts with Britney brings bile to my throat. I’m glad Britney is safe and I wouldn’t want it any other way, of course, but I also want to make sure we do everything in our power to stop this transaction from happening at all. I know Blade agrees with me. When it comes to human trafficking, we all get our hackles up.

  “Do you need me to be out on the streets? Sounds like you need more manpower.”

  “No.” Blade shakes his head. “Not a chance. For one thing, as far as we know, Lazinski only has two goons working on finding a replacement. Got them both covered. For another thing, I need you to be right here with Britney until this is over. You can’t leave this house unless one of us is available to stay with her, so what’s the point?”

  I draw in a deep breath out of frustration. The thought of leaving Britney home with anyone makes my stomach churn. I didn’t like doing it yesterday. I’m certainly not doing it again unless I absolutely have to make an appearance in front of Lazinski.

  “Lazinski also has Mila Herring looking for a replacement dancer. Last night he told her he didn’t think Britney would be coming back.”

  “She must be his stripper recruitment team. She’s the one who met Britney at the thrift store and lured her in. I’m surprised he didn’t have someone already learning the ropes to replace Britney since he knew she wouldn’t be there after this week.”

  Blade nods. “I thought of that, but then I decided it would be suspicious if he replaced people in advance of them disappearing.”

  “True.” I run a hand over my short-cropped hair. “I sincerely hope he thinks she’s gone for good, but that doesn’t make it safe for her to leave the house. Hell, I took her outside yesterday and my protective instincts kicked in and I didn’t let her leave the patio.”

  Blade chuckles. “Why am I not surprised?” He leans back. “Be careful, man. You’ve only known her a week. I can see what you mean about her being a little. There is no doubt, but if you don’t let her set the pace, she’ll revolt.”

  I nod. “Believe me, I’ve tried, but that little imp sets the bar very high. It’s like she’s challenging me to see if I’m as strict as I’ve said I am. In fact, I watched her closely while I told her you would be coming over this morning, and though she was verbally nervous, she was aroused. I’ve never seen someone squirm as much as she does.”

  Blade smiles. “Good. I’m happy for you.” He sighs. “Anyway, Shepherd has also heard Lazinski talking to whoever he works for.”

  I sit up straighter and lift my brows. “Did he get a name?”

  “No, but he’s got the alarm codes for the building, so he’s hoping to break in after everyone has left tonight and scour the office for any scrap of information or detail Lazinski might have left lying around.”

  “Sounds risky. Lazinski might have an app that lets him know when someone turns off the alarm.”

  “Shepherd has some sort of sob story worked up about leaving his wallet behind or some shit, but he doesn’t think Lazinski considers the building worth paying that close attention to. No money is left at night and there’s nothing valuable in the building.”

  “At least not monetarily. Let’s hope there’s some valuable information,” I point out.

  “Exactly.”

  I take a deep breath. “Not sure if I’ll get away without meeting face-to-face with Lazinski before the end of the week. He likes frequent updates on my progress, and he gets impatient over the phone.”

  “I’m sure he’s impatient in general since his bread and butter is missing.”

  “Sir?” The sweet voice coming from the hall makes me lift my gaze.

  “Come on in, sweet girl.”

  She pushes the door open hesitantly, nervously biting her lower lip. Her hands are clasped behind her, which is odd since I’ve never seen her do that and I’m surprised she would now with Blade sitting in my office and her inherent embarrassment about people noticing her nipples. In this position, her shoulders are drawn back and her nipples are more obvious hard points than usual.

  I frown. “Come here, sweetie.” I motion her forward.

  “I didn’t want to interrupt you, but I had an idea.” She still hasn’t moved from the doorway.

  “Britney…”
I warn, “Come here.”

  She shuffles forward slowly, glancing back and forth between me and Blade, chewing on that lower lip with so much tension. When she rounds the desk, she stops just out of reach and repeats, “I have an idea.”

  “About what, sweetie?” I frown.

  “About how to make it so that my boss no longer wants to sell me.”

  I grit my teeth, knowing I’m not going to like this. “Britney…”

  She stands taller, shoulders back, every ounce of misplaced bravery she can muster wafting from her frame. Finally, she releases her hands from behind her back and lifts one hand out toward me.

  I frown when I see she’s holding a pair of scissors. For a moment, I can’t breathe, and then I take them from her and set them far out of reach across the desk. “Why are you walking around the house with scissors, sweetie? And what did I tell you just yesterday about sharp objects?”

  Her lip trembles and she shuffles her feet as she crosses one arm over her chest and clasps her opposite elbow. She draws in a breath and ignores my question. “My boss sold me for three physical attributes. You already pointed out that we wouldn’t be able to prove it if I wasn’t a, uh, virgin any longer.” She whispers that one word, glancing at Blade.

  “Britney…” I warn again, my frustration growing.

  “I can’t really change my actual body in just a few days, but there is something we could do.”

  Blade shifts his weight. I’m certain he’s as uncomfortable with where this conversation is going as I am.

  She sucks in a breath and continues. “We could cut off my hair. Like really cut it off. All the way to my scalp. That’s what my foster mom did in first grade and no one would even look at me.” Her words are coming out in a rush of breaths. “I would look hideous and he wouldn’t want to sell me anymore. Then I could put on some makeup or something to make it look like I got beat up and go to the club and tell him I got attacked. It would work. I could even say I was raped. I wouldn’t be pretty and I wouldn’t be a virgin. Then he’d give up.” She sounds so hopeful like she’s had the most brilliant idea.