Nurturing Britney (Surrender Book 7) Page 14

  “Oh.” My face is even hotter.

  “Oh,” he repeats, smiling. “And let me remind you that you’re never permitted to touch yourself. Your orgasms are mine. I decide when and where and how.”

  I swallow. It’s all making sense to me now. I’ve never been this aroused. If this roleplaying is going to make me hot and bothered all the time, then I fully understand why people would do it.

  “When you’re ready, I’ll invite another little over so you’ll have someone to talk to. You’ll feel better when you realize you aren’t alone. I know the owner of Surrender. He is a Daddy and his little girl lives a great deal of her life in a young age. You’ll like her. She can help you sort out your feelings.”

  “I’d like that, Sir.”

  “Part of what drives adults to engage in the younger aspects of age play is how arousing it can be to spend the day without a bra. You already know this. Your nipples rub against the material of your dresses and keep you aware of them. I’ll choose short dresses, too. When your bottom is barely covered, it’s hard to keep from squirming, isn’t it?”

  “Yes, Sir.” He’s so right. I do already know this.

  “When I cup your pussy and find your panties wet, I know I’m doing things right.”

  I shiver.

  He slides his thumbs up to stroke my nipples, making them stiffen further. “When I can see these hard little buds under the thin material of your dresses, I don’t even need to check your panties, do I?”

  I shake my head.

  He grins wider. “Welcome to age play.”

  I’m close to collapsing, but he holds my hip with one hand and turns off the water. I giggle when he lifts me by the waist and sets me in the tub. “On your bottom, sweetie, before you fall.”

  I sit down. The water is warm. My hair is down, so now it’s floating around in the water.

  Davis reaches for the baby soap and a washcloth.

  I giggle again. “Now I understand why you bought those kinds of bath products.”

  He smiles at me. “Yep. Close your eyes, sweetie.” When I squeeze them shut, he washes my face and then rinses it. He opens the cabinet under the sink next and pulls out a large cup, which he fills to pour over my head.

  I lean my head back so that the water soaks my hair, and then he squirts shampoo into his hand. “It’s gonna take a lot of shampoo to wash all this hair.”

  “Yeah. It’s a line item on my monthly bill,” I joke.

  He chuckles. “Do you mind the baby shampoo, sweetie?” he asks as he massages it into my scalp.

  “No. It was strange at first, but I kind of like the scent now. It grew on me.”

  “Good. I like it too. It makes you smell fresh and young.” It takes him a while to get the shampoo all down my hair and then he uses the cup to rinse it off, never getting any in my eyes.

  After covering my locks in conditioner, he grabs the soap and washcloth again. He starts with my arms and then my back. When he comes around to my front and runs the terrycloth over my breasts, I let out a little moan. I love when he touches my sensitive nipples.

  He plays with them longer than necessary and then moves down to my feet and up my legs. Lastly, he reaches between my thighs and strokes over my pussy. Slowly, over and over, until I toss my head back and whimper.

  “You have no idea how precious you are, sweetie.” He finally sets the cloth aside and rinses my hair again. When he’s satisfied, he lifts me out of the tub and pats my body dry with one of the towels he bought me.

  He spends a long time squeezing the water out of my hair and then stands and opens a drawer to pull out a comb.

  It’s so weird standing here naked while he combs out the snarls in my long hair, but I don’t move. I even close my eyes and enjoy the feel of his touch.

  “I love this hair, sweet girl. It’s so beautiful.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “I hope you’ll let me brush it for you often.”

  “No one has ever brushed my hair. It’s luxurious. You can do it all day if you want. But…” I open my eyes and turn to glance at him, feeling frisky and bold. “I might orgasm.”

  He chuckles. “Not without permission, you won’t.”

  I flush, unable to stop smiling.

  When he’s satisfied that he got the tangles out, he pulls out a hairdryer and blows it until it’s only damp. He sits on the tub and takes my hips again, facing me eye to eye. “What did you think? Did you like me bathing you?”

  “So much,” I admit, scrunching up my shoulders with my admission.

  He pats my bottom. “Good. I really liked it too. That’s how our days will end unless I can’t get home from work in time. And, if you’ve been a good girl all day, I’ll let you come when I put you to bed. If you’ve been naughty and haven’t earned the release, I’ll make you regret the decision.”

  “How will you do that?” I ask, trembling.

  “You’ll find out.” That’s all he gives me, and my mind wanders to so many possibilities.

  “I’ll be good.”

  He chuckles again. “Sometimes you won’t. It’s hard to always be good. Sometimes you’ll make mistakes.” He stands and takes my hand, leading me to the bedroom. When we reach my bed, he picks up a nightgown I hadn’t seen there yet. He’s sneaky.

  “Arms up, sweetie.”

  I lift my arms, loving the way he takes care of everything.

  He pulls the nightgown down my body and then tugs my hair out from under it while I glance down.

  The material is soft cotton, and he’s chosen something much younger tonight. It’s pink with princesses on the front. It’s also short. Not surprising. And he hasn’t given me panties.

  “Do you have something against panties at night, Sir?” I ask as he pulls the covers back on my bed.

  “Yep. No bras ever. No panties at night. I like your pussy exposed. It heightens your arousal and makes it easier for me to touch you.” He pats the mattress. “Climb in, Sweetie.”

  I crawl up and lie on my back. My nightgown gets bunched up, leaving me exposed, but that doesn’t matter because Davis immediately pulls it all the way up over my breasts. I gasp.

  He snickers. “If you can lie still when I put you to bed, I’ll tease your little body until you scream out your orgasm.”

  “It’s hard to stay still, Sir.”

  “Sometimes I’ll stop and wait for you to get control. Sometimes I’ll restrain you.”

  I flinch.

  He taps my wrist. “If you think you get horny lying here controlling your own movements, wait until you find out how aroused you’ll get when you don’t have a choice because I’ve strapped your arms above your head.” He pats my belly. “I can also strap your belly down and your legs open.”

  I shudder, but wetness leaks from my pussy and makes me squeeze my legs tight.

  “Spread your knees, sweetie. Keep them wide. Just like last time.”

  He didn’t come into my room last night, which was disappointing, but what he did to me two nights ago was nothing short of earthshattering. I lift my knees and part them, biting into my lip at how exposed I feel. The lights are on this time. He can see every inch of me.

  He strokes his fingers along my inner thighs, his gaze on my sex. “So very sexy, sweet girl. Prettiest pussy ever.”

  I like being praised, but this is so naughty. When he touches my clit, just a small tap, I whimper and arch my chest.

  He slides his hands up my body and cups my breasts, flicking his thumbs over my nipples. “So sensitive…”

  I’m panting as he teases the little tips. “Prettiest titties too…”

  The shudder that wracks my body when he uses the word titties makes the bed shake.

  He circles the tight buds over and over before touching them again, and then he pinches them and gives a little tug.

  I moan, loud enough to fill the room.

  “That’s a good girl. Let it feel good.”

  I’m shaking, my legs are trembling badly by the ti
me he lowers his hands to my thighs again. I’m expecting him to touch my pussy like last time. I’m willing him to slide his fingers between my folds and flick over my clit.

  Instead, he shocks me by lowering his face and covering my mound with his mouth.

  I can’t breathe. I’m embarrassed and turned on and stunned.

  When he starts flicking his tongue over my clit, I cry out.

  He uses his teeth to gently graze my skin next, making me buck my hips. One of his hands comes to my belly to still me, and then he sucks hard, drawing my clit into his mouth. The pull is more than I can tolerate after all the buildup from the bath. I shatter immediately, my orgasm consuming me as he lathes me with his tongue.

  When he finally eases back and looks at me, he’s smiling that evil knowing grin. I can’t fully focus or breathe, but he says, “Welcome to oral. I’m going to love every moment of your sexual awakening, sweet girl.” His hands move up my body again and cup my breasts, and then he leans over me and kisses me with all the passion of the best sex scene in any romance novel.

  By the time he pulls back, I’m so sated that I’m speechless. He tugs my nightgown down my body, covers me up, tucks Bunny into my arm, and kisses my forehead. “Sleep tight, sweetie. I’ll see you in the morning.” He pats my hip. “You may only get up if you need to potty, otherwise, you’ll stay in your bed, understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” He kisses my forehead again and then turns out the lights and leaves my room. He doesn’t shut the door all the way. I can still see a few inches of light coming in from the hallway.

  I’m smiling so broadly that my face is going to hurt as I roll onto my side and snuggle up with Bunny. I’m exhausted from information overload, sated from that amazing orgasm, and tired from years of worrying.

  I don’t have to worry now. Not while I’m with Davis. Not about anything. It calms me, soothes me. I fall asleep knowing I’m making the right decision.

  Chapter 18

  Master Davis

  Walking out the door this morning and leaving Britney was perhaps one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I’m seriously whipped.

  I’ve had submissives before. I’ve had three long-term littles in the past. None that lasted more than a year. This… There are no words. Britney isn’t even a self-proclaimed little. She didn’t know the term until three days after she became mine for all intents and purposes.

  I pray I’m not reading too much into it. There is little doubt she is both submissive and a little. However, I’d be putting the horse way before the cart if I didn’t remind myself hourly that she may change her mind. She’s young. She’s inexperienced in nearly everything. Hell, she’s a virgin. And I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that makes my cock all kinds of hard.

  She has a huge void that needs filling. I’ve known submissives to dabble in age play to fill that kind of void. Many of them get it out of their systems and no longer need age play to fill the holes.

  I really need to get ahold of Roman when I have a chance. His submissive, Lucy, is exactly the kind of little who missed out on her childhood and craved someone to provide her with everything she lacked. Lucky for Roman, she never wanted to go back. She still lives as his little after almost six years.

  I’d be forever in her debt if she would spend some time with Britney. Most importantly, I believe her presence would help Britney understand that she is not alone. Far from it.

  My cell rings, and I pick it up to see it’s my boss. “Blade. Anything new?”

  “Where are you?”

  “Just got to Safe Harbor Animal Shelter. I was about to go inside.”

  “Ah. Good. Just wanted to let you know that Spike is working on Lazinski’s background. The man has an interesting financial past. I’m starting to believe the club is actually a cash loss for him. He’s using it as a front to launder his income.”

  I cringe. “His income being trafficking women.”

  “Exactly.”

  “Can you tell how many?”

  “I’ve tracked down all six of the women who quit in the last year and all had found other jobs, so I decided to go back farther. Six years. Each year there has been one unexplained disappearance. Each year our pal Lazinski has had one monstrous unexplained boost to his bank account. I’m betting he turns that in to the IRS as yearly income. It would work out perfectly. Every year he makes the same amount, and every year he claims it as if the Lounge does excellent business.”

  “You’re fucking kidding me. The man pays taxes on the sale of his women?”

  “Just a guess, but I’m betting yes. He isn’t even stashing the money in an offshore account. He appears to be totally on the up and up. Wouldn’t even raise a red flag as long as he has one sale a year.”

  “Jesus.” I run a hand through my hair. “He must be sweating his balls off.”

  “Oh yeah. He’s yelling at every employee every night. He has his henchmen running around chasing their tails. He’s a piece of work. I’m betting he’s as good as dead if he doesn’t have the promised commodity on the day of the transaction. I’m still trying to figure out what that date is. Spike has watched him come and go from his home. Get this, the fucker not only has a wife, but two teenage daughters.”

  “Shit.” I’m seething and not at all surprised Lazinski still has men working for him even though I told him to call off the vultures. It would make my life easier if no one was looking for my woman but me. But expecting Lazinski to leave the entire search up to me was farfetched. “Do you know anything about the previous women he sold?”

  “I’m working on a list. I’ve got three of the names so far. Britney isn’t the first woman he’s hired who fit her description.”

  “You mean young-looking, innocent, no plastic surgery.”

  “Yes. Can’t guarantee they were all virgins, mind you, but they were small and didn’t fit the look most people have for a stripper. Turns out besides being profitable on the black market, they do bring in good tips, even if they don’t fully strip. It adds to the mystery, and some dudes like to look at…well, I hate to be so crass considering I know you have feelings for this woman, but…they like to imagine themselves taking away that innocence. Ruining them.”

  I’m gritting my teeth, trying to remain professional, forcing myself not to picture my Britney stripping and dancing. I shake off his last words and focus on the important part. “I bet all of them came from broken homes or foster care too. Easy targets. No one would be looking for them.”

  The thought that until I brought Britney home, she really had no one who would miss her makes my stomach churn. Sure, Cindy would have noticed. She might have even called the cops eventually, but she would probably have assumed Britney took off without a word when she couldn’t find her.

  Blade sighs. “Well, I’ll let you deal with Safe Harbor. I know you need to make sure their security is beefed up. Let me know if you need anything from our end.”

  “Will do. I’ll talk to you again after.”

  “Later.”

  I end the call and climb out of the car. It’s early. The shelter isn’t open to the public until ten, but there are two cars in the parking lot besides mine. Cindy’s and another. That puts me on high-alert—no one should be here yet. I head for the entrance. It’s unlocked, which I need to talk to Cindy about. I hate it, but I’m going to have to impress upon her that she could be the target of Lazinski’s henchmen.

  Cindy is standing behind the front desk when I enter. “Who else is here?” I ask.

  She frowns. “What are you doing here?”

  I frown in return. “I told you I was coming by this morning.”

  She cocks her head to one side. “Yeah, but I didn’t figure you would show since you sent someone else.”

  I freeze. “What are you talking about?”

  She points toward the back. “The guy you sent to work on the alarm system.” Her voice fades and her face pales, and it should because I’ve drawn my gun.


  I point to the front door and hiss. “Get in your car. Call my office. Ask for Blade. Drive across the street.”

  “Do you want me to call the cops?” she whispers.

  I shake my head as I slide past her, gun drawn, pushing through the door that leads to the kennels. I’ll have to walk between all the cages to get to the back where the offices and the alarm system are located, but it can’t be helped. It also doesn’t help that several of the dogs start barking immediately.

  I hurry, not wanting whoever has lied his way onto the property to spook or have time to run. When I push through the door leading to the back area, I find a large man nearly my size approaching me.

  “Freeze,” I shout.

  He stops moving and lifts his hands.

  That’s when I recognize him. He was the bouncer who let us into the Sky Lounge the other night and also escorted me to meet with Lazinski.

  He recognizes me at the same time and drops his hands like he’s off the hook. He rolls his eyes next. “Why the fuck does the boss man send more than one dude to do a job?”

  I don’t lower my gun. I can’t stand that this prick is also looking for Britney. I pray that Cindy didn’t tell him anything. She’s one of the few people alive who knows where Britney is hiding. If she believed this jackass was working with me, she might have told him whatever he wanted.

  I specifically told Lazinski I wanted his henchmen called off so that I could do my job. I know from Blade that didn’t happen, but I’m still pissed. This is exactly the sort of thing I had been hoping to avoid. My woman’s life is in danger, and I don’t want anyone fucking finding her.

  “You tell me, asshole. I spoke to him yesterday and told him I was working this angle. He didn’t say a word about sending someone else.”

  The big guy narrows his gaze at me. “You can stop aiming that gun at me. We’re on the same team.”

  “Are we?”

  He looks annoyed. “Of course, we are. What the fuck are you talking about?”