Nurturing Britney (Surrender Book 7)

by Becca Jameson

  “You can. It will take your mind off the torment.”

  My legs are swinging and I stop them and wrap my ankles around the legs of the stool, bracing myself, grounding myself. Nothing works. I’m going to fail at this challenge. The urge to clasp my hands over my breasts and squeeze them to alleviate the burn is intense.

  My knuckles are white where I’m gripping the island.

  Daddy sits next to me and points at my plate. “Eat, Britney.”

  Somehow I manage to release the edge of the island with one hand and pick up one of the triangles of sandwich. I can’t even tell what kind it is. I bring it to my mouth and force myself to chew and swallow. Peanut butter. My mouth is too dry to taste well.

  “Take a drink of milk, Sweetie. I know you’re struggling, but you’ll get through this. I promise.”

  I gulp some of my milk and then look at Daddy. “I don’t like the ointment, Sir.”

  He smiles knowingly. “I’m sure you don’t, sweetie. You’re not supposed to.”

  “My titties are burning, Daddy. Please touch them. Please,” I beg.

  He strokes my hair and then drops his hand. “You wanted me to notice them. They are hard to miss now.” I gasp and hold my breath when he reaches out with one finger and circles a nipple. Several inches too far away to give me any relief. “They are indeed pretty like this. So hard and begging for attention.”

  When he points at my sandwich, I pick up another triangle and take a bite. He pours more milk into my cup.

  I reach for it, and he stops me with a hand to my wrists. “You’re unsteady, sweetie. Use both hands or I’ll put a lid on it.”

  I flush as I pick up the cup with both hands, remembering the sippy cup lid Master Brett gave me. I set it down carefully and take another bite of the sandwich. It’s getting easier to swallow, but I’m still distracted.

  I think the tingling has reached its peak. It hasn’t increased for several moments. I’ve never experienced anything like this. I had no idea there was ointment in the universe that would make my nipples so sensitive.

  My focus is on two things, forcing myself to eat my sandwich and thinking about how good it would feel for Daddy to please pinch my nipples. Or suck on them. Or both. Anything.

  I nearly jump out of my seat when he drags a finger along the underside of my breasts. “So pretty.”

  “I don’t like it, Sir,” I repeat as if he needs reminding.

  He taps my nose again. “And I don’t like my little girl to misbehave.”

  Somehow I finish my lunch, wondering how long he’s going to leave me like this. Sexually frustrated beyond belief. Desperate. So needy that I’m willing to beg.

  He wipes my hands and face with a damp cloth and lifts me to the floor. “Go lie on the couch on your back. Stretch your arms above your head as far as you can. Bend your legs and let your knees fall open as wide as possible.”

  As I pad across the room, I wonder if this is going to make things worse or better. I do as I’m told, and find myself slightly chilled with the cool leather behind my back. The air in the room is hitting my nipples, making things worse. My panties are soaked and getting wetter. With my knees spread open, I feel very vulnerable and exposed.

  Daddy brings his laptop and sits next to me, landing only a few inches from my pussy. He opens his laptop and clicks a few keys before settling his palm on my belly. As he reads whatever is in front of him, he rubs my skin, his fingers gently dancing over me right between the two places I really need the contact. He doesn’t touch my boobs or my pussy.

  I concentrate on breathing. Every inhale and exhale brings me closer to the end of this punishment. I vow over and over to be a good girl. I’ve learned several lessons today. Most importantly that Daddy is indeed very strict. I won’t get away with anything under his roof.

  When his thumb dips under the edge of my panties, I whimper. He teases that spot for a long time. I remember he mentioned a few hours. That’s a long, long time. I figure lunch was about half an hour. How long is he going to have me lie here open and exposed to him?

  I will the arousal to lessen, but it doesn’t. My nipples are still tingling. I don’t think it has even subsided. He adds an element, stroking the undersides of my breasts with his fingers. His hand is large and spread enough to accomplish both of these things at once.

  I purse my lips to fight the frustrated moan that wants to escape.

  Davis seems engrossed in his computer, but I wonder if he’s pretending. He’s very good at it, absently tormenting me as if he has no idea.

  Eventually, he lifts his hand, and I release a breath I wasn’t aware I’d been holding. He’s not done though. He doesn’t remove his hand. Instead, he switches gears. In fact, he sets his computer on the coffee table and turns to face me. He sets his elbow on the back of the couch and leans his cheek into his palm.

  He looks every bit of calm, cool, and collected, and now his other hand is stroking up the inside of my thigh.

  I purse my lips, bracing myself for I don’t know what.

  He moves so slowly, hardly touching me. When he reaches the edge of my panties, he traces along the elastic. He does this again and again and then moves to the inside of my other thigh and teases that skin next. All the while, he’s watching me, sometimes glancing down at what he’s doing but mostly watching my face.

  And he’s smiling, a small knowing grin.

  When I arch, he shakes his head slightly. “Stay still.”

  He loves doing this to me, making me remain still. It’s maddening. He knows it.

  My nipples are screaming for attention. It’s so hard to keep from moving.

  He drags one finger over my pussy and flicks my clit.

  I cry out.

  “You’re permitted to make noises, sweet girl. You may whimper, moan, scream, anything you want to release the tension. You may not move.”

  I fist my hands above my head. His words have made my arousal shoot higher.

  “Your panties are so wet that the material is darker. I don’t even have to cup your pussy to know you’re soaked.”

  I roll my head from side to side. Apparently, that’s permitted because he doesn’t comment.

  I’m not looking at him when his finger circles my nipple again, so I arch from the shock.

  He flattens his palm between my breasts and applies slight pressure. “No arching.”

  I fight the need to defy his demand, panting as I control my spine.

  He circles my other nipple next. Not close enough to the tip. Just enough to drive me crazy. He does it again. And again. And then too many times to count. Switching back and forth between my tits, leaving them wanting, needy. I’m crazed with lust.

  After a while, his hand trails back down to my pussy and he torments me some more there, teasing the edge of my panties along the top and then sides, next to my pussy. He even pinches the cotton material above my clit and tugs my wet panties up so that they are tighter against my swollen sex.

  I groan. My clit is pulsing with the beat of my heart. My channel keeps clenching as if it has any idea what it wants. In a way I understand. There’s a driving need building inside me to have Davis’s cock. I want him to bury himself in me to the hilt. I don’t even care if it hurts a little at first. I want it so badly.

  He circles my clit over my panties, not making contact. Sometimes he speaks softly, telling me what a good girl I am, how pretty I am, precious, sweet, sexy, his. His. His. His. He tells me I’m his several times and I can’t breathe from wanting that to be true.

  “You’re mine, Britney. My sweet little girl. My good girl.” His voice is gentle. Loving. Serious.

  I want to be his good girl. I want to be his everything. I can’t talk because the words are jumbled in my head, all of my attention focused on the growing need.

  “Please…” I finally beg.

  “Uh-uh. No words. No begging. It will only make me continue longer.”

  I purse my lips at that warning and groan out my frustration.
I want to move, but I won’t. I want to please him. I want him to be proud of me for enduring this strange punishment.

  “It’s called edging, sweetie. It’s something Daddy will expect you to endure sometimes. It helps you remember who you belong to when you’re forced to wait for your release. Denial can be powerful and used for many things. It can serve to punish you or reward you.”

  I shiver as he once again tells me I belong to him. I think he’s making sure I know that he isn’t mad and he will never ask me to leave no matter what. Easing my fears. Teasing my body.

  I’ve known him one week. It seems like years. I’m totally his, and I haven’t seen him naked. I haven’t touched his penis. I have only grasped the size of it from the bulge in his pants I often see.

  I want to touch it, feel it, taste it. I want it inside me. In my mouth. In my pussy. Does he know I want that?

  So much time passes that I lose track entirely. He keeps touching me, everywhere but where I need it most. And then he’s touching my clit through my panties, tapping it. He flattens his palm over my pussy finally, and I cry out with relief and need.

  “Do not come, sweetie. Not until I give you permission.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I murmur, though I’m not sure I can obey that command.

  “Good girl.” He flicks my clit and then reaches for my breasts again, circling my nipples closer to the areolas now. “Is the sting subsiding, sweetie?”

  “I…don’t know.” It’s impossible to be sure since he has kept me on edge for so long.

  “I’m proud of you. You’re so pretty spread out like this for me. Exposed. Your sweet little body mine to look at. Next time I won’t let you have your panties. I’ll be able to watch your clit while I edge you.”

  I whimper. My body starts to shake.

  Davis pinches my nipple with no warning and I scream. He releases it just as fast. “Don’t come, sweetie.”

  I’m panting. My pussy is pulsing. My legs start to tremble. “Daddy… I can’t stop it.”

  “Yes, you can.” He presses my knee open. I must have let it pull toward the center. He grips my thigh and holds me wide. “Take a breath.”

  I draw in oxygen, trying to control the need.

  “Good girl. Let it out now.”

  I blow out my breath and look at him. He looks so pleased. He’s smiling at me. I don’t want to disappoint him, but it’s hard to do what he’s asking of me. I’ve never had an orgasm without stimulation to my clit, but I think I could literally combust without contact right now.

  “Another breath. In. Out. Good girl.” He releases my knee and resumes his torment, teasing my nipples directly now while I moan and fight the need to writhe. “Prettiest little titties ever,” he whispers.

  I purse my lips again, shaking.

  His hand comes back to my pussy and he flattens his palm against my wet panties again. The heel of his palm grinds against my clit.

  I gasp and freeze.

  “Now, sweet girl. Come for me.”

  I tip my head back and scream as my orgasm slams into me, consuming me, swallowing me whole. It seems to go on forever, my pussy pulsing against his palm, leaving my vision blurry and my body shaking violently.

  When I finally start to relax my muscles, he eases his hand off my panties. He strokes my thighs again in the way he had earlier when we began.

  I blink at him and find him smiling. “I’m so proud of you, sweetie. So very proud.” He leans over my body and lifts me up, his hand coming to the back of my head to support my limp neck as he gathers me into his embrace. He rocks me against him, cupping my head and whispering in my ear. “Such a good girl. So very pretty.”

  Eventually, he stands, still cradling me in his arms. He carries me to my room and into the bathroom. He stands me on wobbly legs next to the toilet and removes my panties. “Use the potty, sweet girl.” He leaves me alone, shutting the door on his way out.

  I obey him, empty my bladder, and then somehow make it to the sink to wash my hands and splash water on my face. My limbs are drained of energy.

  The door opens as I’m drying my hands and Daddy swoops me up again. I’m naked now. I don’t care. He carries me to my bed, pulls back the covers, and settles my naked body against the sheet. After tucking Bunny into my arms, he covers me. “Nap, sweetie. I’ll wake you up before Lucy gets here.” He kisses my forehead and leaves me, pulling the door almost closed but not all the way.

  I smile as I drift off, loving the way he leaves my door ajar like that. Letting me know if I need him, all I have to do is call out.

  Chapter 28

  Britney

  I sleep hard, and I have no idea what time it is when Daddy kisses my cheek. “Time to wake up, sweetie. Master Roman and Lucy will be here soon.” He strokes my hair, letting me come awake slowly.

  Eventually, I roll onto my back and stretch out my body. I’m sore from hours of tensing up. My bottom is tender from being spanked two times today. My nipples have stopped tingling, thank God.

  Daddy pulls the covers down my body and slides his hands up my torso. “Let’s get you dressed and fix your hair.”

  Fifteen minutes later, I’m back in my earlier outfit of pink tank top and pink skirt. I have on fresh panties. My hair is in two long braids.

  When someone knocks at the door, I get excited, but I stay back because Daddy doesn’t want me close to the door.

  The man who comes in is a big guy like Davis. He has thick brown hair and he’s in his forties. The woman at his side is petite, smaller than me. She’s not even five feet tall. Her brown hair might be almost as long as mine. It’s also in two braids, but I can tell by the ends that it’s super curly.

  She smiles at me as they shut the door.

  Daddy motions me forward. “Britney, this is Lucy.”

  A bout of nerves makes me feel shy as I approach. “Hi,” I manage to say as Master Roman takes off her coat.

  I relax marginally when I see that she’s wearing a very young outfit. The top is like a pink leotard a dancer would wear. Actually, I realize it’s one piece, fastened between her legs. Pink tulle is attached around the waist for a skirt. Like a tutu. She has on dainty pink ballet slippers. “Hi,” she says in return.

  As I let my gaze roam back up to her face, I notice she isn’t wearing a bra either. Her breasts are even smaller than mine, and her nipples are incredibly obvious. This relaxes my stiff frame.

  Davis and Master Roman exchange greetings and shake hands.

  “Dinner will be ready in about half an hour, girls,” Daddy says. “Why don’t you show Lucy your room, sweetie.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Master Roman leans down and cups Lucy’s face. He’s so much larger than her. She meets his gaze directly, giving me the impression this is something they do. “Be good. Don’t talk Britney’s ear off. Let her speak also.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice is a higher pitch than mine. She squirms as she continues to hold his gaze. “I’ll be good, Sir.” She adjusts the front of her outfit by tugging on her tutu.

  Master Roman leans in closer. “Stop messing with your dress. Leave your nipples alone.”

  I suck in a breath and hold it at his reprimand. Already I’m starting to realize she and I are going to get along fine.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He releases her and pats her bottom as she turns toward me.

  I lead her down the hallway and into my room. I close the door partway as I turn on the lights.

  “Wow. So pretty,” she says as she wanders around.

  “Thank you,” I respond with pride. I don’t really have that many things, but she’s very kind and polite.

  She points to Emily who is on top of my dresser. “What a pretty doll. What’s her name?”

  “Emily. Do you want to hold her?” I take her down and hand her to my new friend.

  Lucy rocks Emily in her arms and smiles at me. “You’re very pretty,” she says.

  I flush. “Thank you. You are too.”

  She g
iggles.

  “I don’t have many toys. Daddy gives me something new each day. He says it’s like Christmas every day.”

  “That’s fun. I saw your Lego set on the kitchen table. Are you building a castle?”

  “Yes. He only lets me work on it for a few hours a day.”

  “Yeah, my Daddy is pretty strict about those things too.” She sighs.

  It’s so natural talking to her. I feel relaxed and my heart isn’t racing as fast. “Do you want to sit on my bed?”

  “Sure.”

  As we climb up and sit, I wince.

  She giggles. “Did you get a spanking today?”

  “Twice,” I admit.

  She leans against my pillows and draws her knees up to her chest, not caring that I can see between her legs. Her outfit is indeed one piece with snaps against her pussy. Her panties are blue and sticking out around the edges. “Master Roman says you only just found out you’re a little.”

  “Yes. When I came here. I’m still adjusting. It’s very strange. I’m so glad you came over tonight. You’re the first little I’ve met. It helps to meet someone else.”

  “Good.” She reaches for me and squeezes my hand. “Anytime you need to talk, just tell Master Davis and he’ll call my Daddy. I can’t use my cell phone without Daddy’s permission, but he’ll give it to me if you need me.”

  “Okay. Thank you. I don’t even have a cell phone. Daddy deactivated mine so that no one can find me. He says he’ll get me a new one soon, but he’s going to limit my use also.”

  She grins. “We’re like twins.” She squirms her bottom on the bed and whispers conspiratorially. “I got spanked today too.”

  I bite my lip and tentatively ask her. “Do you like it when your Daddy spanks you?”

  She flushes. “Sometimes he spanks me hard to punish me. That’s not much fun, but sometimes I get all wet and horny when he spanks me, so then I like it.”

  I breathe out a sigh of relief. At least I’m not the only one.

  “You should come to Surrender sometime soon. My Daddy owns it. It’s a wonderful club for any kind of fetish, but there are a lot of littles and Daddies and Mommies there. There’s even a daycare where I sometimes play while Daddy works.”