Nurturing Britney (Surrender Book 7) Page 26

  His expression is relaxed though, so I decide to push the issue. “I’m not a child, Davis. I’m a grown woman. I’m twenty-two. I’m not a virgin for some altruistic reason like religion or something. It just happened. I never met someone I was willing to give that piece of me to. So, please stop trying to rationalize that you’d be taking something from me and feel guilty about it later if things don’t work out. I’m making a conscious decision that for the first time in my life I’ve met a man who makes my heart pound and my blood pump. When I’m with you, I feel this constant hum of arousal that never fully gets satisfied because you have some notion that we should wait indefinitely.”

  He might be grinning, but I ignore him.

  I even poke at him with my finger. “There are no guarantees in life. I can’t promise you right this second that I’ll be the perfect little you dream about. I can’t be certain that I won’t want to get a job and divide my time. I can’t definitively say this is forever. But what I can tell you is that in one week you showed me a side of myself that has burrowed into my soul.

  “You introduced me to a life I didn’t know existed. I’ve never been happier or more myself than living here with you as my Daddy. It’s freeing. I love being your little girl. I love how you take care of me and dote on me and even discipline me. I love how your eyes light up when you look at me and smolder when you’re undressing me with your eyes or your hands.”

  I suck in a breath and finish at a slower pace. “I love you, Davis. I know it just as well as you know it. I want you to make me fully yours. I want you to make love to me. I want you to love my body the way you love my soul. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

  One second I’m hovering over this giant alpha male of mine, and the next second I’m on my back, my arms planted above my head, my heart racing.

  He’s staring down at me, and his gaze roams down my body and back up. His mouth crashes over mine, and he tips his head to one side to instantly deepen the kiss. His tongue is desperate. His moans are too.

  When he breaks free, he’s breathing heavily. “You’re sure?”

  “Positive.”

  “Do you know how much I love you, sweet girl?”

  “I can imagine,” I tease.

  “Just so we’re clear, I’m so totally going to spank your bottom later this morning. The list of reasons is growing.”

  I smile. “I can live with that.”

  He releases my hands and props himself up on one hip next to me. He parts my legs with his knee and presses his thigh against my core.

  I gasp and grab his biceps with the hand that’s not trapped above my head. I run my fingers up and down his muscular arm, loving the strength and power. His hand comes to my breast and I arch deliciously when he reverently thumbs my nipple. “I love it when you do that,” I breathe.

  “I know you do, sweet girl. I’ll never tire of it either.” He switches to my other nipple and treats it to the same gentle touch before sliding his hand down my belly and cupping my pussy.

  He watches my face as he drags his fingers through my wetness and circles my clit.

  I bite my lip and dig my heels into the bed.

  He slips one finger slowly into me. So slowly. Too slowly. I’m writhing by the time his palm is flattened against my clit. “Davis…”

  “God, you’re gorgeous.”

  “Please…” I put my hand on top of his and push, or maybe I pull. I need more.

  Ignoring me, he eases his finger out and adds a second before pushing back in.

  I gasp. It feels so damn good.

  He pumps those two fingers in and out, still watching my face. “You want my cock, sweet girl?”

  “God, yes. Please, Sir.”

  I miss his touch when he pulls his fingers out, but I’m mesmerized when he licks them clean, moaning around my flavor. And then he rises up and shrugs out of his sleep pants.

  I let my gaze roam down his body, taking in the tattoos on his biceps and then his firm pecs and six-pack abs before I reach his erection and try not to react. It’s the first actual penis I’ve seen in real life and it’s so huge. He’s kneeling next to me, his hand wrapped around his length, languidly sliding up and down. He’s giving me time to look at him.

  “May I touch, Sir?”

  He takes my hand and wraps my fingers around his girth. I’m shocked when he releases me and drops his hands to his sides, letting me explore.

  I’m stunned by how soft and smooth his cock is. And so big. Jesus. I’m trying not to be cliché and ask how the hell it’s going to fit, but seriously?

  “Trust me, sweet girl, your body will stretch around me.”

  I nod and trail a finger up and down the shaft until I reach the tip. Semen is leaking out and I drag my finger through it and bring it to my mouth. I want to taste him.

  He groans while I lick the salty flavor off my finger. Before I have a chance to resume my exploration, he leans over me and reaches for the bedside table. A moment later, he’s back, rolling a condom down his length. “You’re going on birth control Monday morning, sweet girl.”

  “Okay.” I’m not opposed to that plan.

  He climbs between my legs and pushes them wide. His hands find mine and he threads our fingers together and presses our combined hands into the pillow above my head.

  He holds my gaze. “Trust me, sweetie, okay?”

  I nod. I’m scared though.

  “I’ll go slow. It will hurt at first, but then your body will relax and it will change to the most exquisite feeling you’ve ever experienced.”

  “How can you be sure?” I’m serious. Half the women I’ve heard in the dressing room at the club complain that sex is overrated and not worth it.

  “Because we love each other and we want to please each other. And, well, because I’m not the kind of lover who would take from you without making sure you come at least two times to every one of mine.”

  I giggle. “Then I’m way ahead of you and you have some catching up to do. I think I’ve come four times a day since I got here.”

  He grins. “We’re on track then. I’ve come twice a day since you got here.”

  I flush. My eyes go wide. “You get to masturbate and I don’t?”

  “Yep.”

  “That’s not fair.”

  “Life isn’t fair, sweetie. I’m the Daddy. I make the rules. That rule does not change after I’ve had my cock inside you. This pussy is mine. I decide how and when and where still. You don’t get to touch yourself or orgasm without my permission.”

  I give him a fake pout, but then I gasp when he nudges my entrance with the tip of his erection.

  He drags my palms together and clasps both wrists with one hand. He eases the other down my body, cupping my breast on the way and pinching my nipple hard enough to make me arch.

  His hand continues downward until he reaches between our bodies and strokes my clit. For the first time since he started touching me a week ago, he doesn’t take his time. There is an urgency in his touch. He thrusts two fingers into me and then rubs my clit again. He repeats this over and over, his hand moving faster while he watches my face. “Come, sweet girl. Come against my fingers and while your pussy is pulsing, I’ll enter you.”

  At his command, my orgasm washes through me. My pussy pulses, gripping at nothing. And then he’s pushing into me. He does so carefully and slowly, but the stretch shocks me and stills my orgasm.

  I grit my teeth and try to relax while he fills me more with every pass. It’s too much. It’s not enough. It hurts, but the pain is also kind of welcome.

  “Fuck,” he moans as he thrusts all the way in. His forehead comes to mine, and he’s panting with the exertion, but I’m struggling not to cry out from the pain.

  If my hands were free, I would push him off me. Instead, I drag in a breath and then another and another, until finally, the pain subsides.

  When I open my eyes, he’s watching me. His expression is filled with a combination of love and concern. “Better?”
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  “Yes, Sir.”

  He eases out a few inches and then back in.

  Holy shit. My mouth falls open. The discomfort is gone. The pressure has switched to something exquisite. The next time he slides out of me and back in I gasp and start to struggle against his hold.

  He grips my hands tighter.

  “Please,” I moan. “Oh, God. Do that again.” I’m desperate.

  He smiles and obliges me, though I’m not sure how he can be so calm. Again. And again. I can’t breathe. Nothing could have prepared me for this. It’s so much better than the orgasms he’s given me with his fingers or his mouth or even the old ones I gave myself with my vibrator.

  He cups my breast again and squeezes it while I writhe under him, unable to stop squirming. It feels so good. I need more. I need him to move faster. “Davis. Please. For the love of God, fuck me.”

  He groans at my words and then gives me what I want, thrusting in and out harder and faster, bracing himself so that he doesn’t crush me. My vision clouds as another orgasm threatens to explode and shatter me into a billion small pieces.

  And then I’m right there, and I think Davis is too because he’s thrusting deeper and his cock seems to have grown even larger.

  “Come, Britney. Now, sweetie.”

  I obey, feeling for the first time the amazing sensation of my pussy pulsing around an actual object. Davis’s cock. And he continues pumping, making my orgasm climb higher while he seems to hold his breath.

  Finally, he thrusts one last time, holds himself deep inside me, and cries out as his body jerks around mine. It goes on for longer than I would think possible until he drops his head to one side of mine, gasping for breath, his lips on my neck.

  I run my hands up and down his back, uncertain when he released them but enjoying the feel of his muscles once again under my palms.

  I wince when he eases out of me, and I giggle when he drops onto his side next to me with a groan. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he murmurs.

  “Oh, but what a wonderful death it will be,” I tell him.

  His hand comes to my waist and he strokes my skin absently. “I love you, Britney,” he whispers in my ear.

  “I love you too, Davis.”

  Chapter 35

  Britney

  We don’t get out of bed until after ten and then only because Gordon is coming over at eleven. I would rather have stayed in Davis’s bed for the entire day and had sex five more times, but after the first round, he refused to entertain the idea of taking me again so soon, saying that my body needs a chance to recover.

  I’m pleasantly surprised when Davis provides me with a new pair of jeans, a lace bra, and a fitted white T-shirt to wear while Gordon is at the house.

  I’m barefoot and relaxed, curled up on the couch, my stomach filled with bagels and cream cheese, when Gordon arrives.

  Davis greets him at the door and they join me in the living room. Davis sits next to me and sets a possessive hand on my thigh.

  Gordon smiles at me as he sits in one of the leather armchairs. “Good to see you, Britney.”

  I smile back. “Thanks for working so hard to make sure I wasn’t kidnapped.”

  “My pleasure.”

  “You were undercover all that time? You’ve been at the Lounge longer than I worked there.”

  He nods. “Yes. Some undercover jobs take a long time to solve. I started working for the Sky Lounge right after the last woman was sold. You started a week after me.”

  Davis gives my leg a squeeze. “Were you able to figure out who Lazinski was working for?”

  Gordon sighs. “Unfortunately, no. I doubt Lazinski knows. He probably never met the muscle behind the operation, but my people will be flipping his entire house and office upside down to see if they can find anything useful. He took his cut each year, shared some of it with Mila, and turned the rest over to the actual seller.”

  I cringe. “I still can’t believe Mila was in on it. She was so nice to me.” I fold my arms and hug myself, shivering at the thought that the only person I could have come close to calling a friend was actually the enemy.

  “I didn’t see that one coming either, and it was my job.” Gordon winces.

  “That reminds me,” Davis says as he stands and leaves the room. He returns moments later and hands Gordon a wad of money. “You’ll need this for evidence.”

  Gordon nods. “I assume this is what Lazinski paid you up front to find Britney?”

  “Yep.”

  I stare at the folded pile of money, unable to breathe for a moment as I realize how much I was worth to Lazinski. If Davis hadn’t been the one he paid to find me… I shake the thought away. It’s over now.

  Gordon draws in a deep breath “Anyway, I really came by to make sure you were okay and say goodbye. You won’t see me again after today. I don’t even exist as Gordon Shepherd.”

  I bite my lip and nod. That makes me sad for some reason, but I’m not surprised.

  “Have you already been assigned to another job?” Davis asks.

  “No. I’ll be in the office for a while wrapping this up and then I’ll be back to hunting down whoever Lazinski was working for. That’s the big fish I want to catch. Luckily, my cover wasn’t blown in this operation. I’ll assume a new name and get back out there. Eventually, I’ll nail someone’s ass. Lazinski wasn’t the only man arranging for the sale of women. Whoever he was working for has a giant trafficking ring that extends all over the Northwest. Unfortunately, catching Lazinski didn’t put a dent in the business.”

  Davis nods. “You have my information. If you ever need me or the help of Black Blade Protection, you know who to call.”

  Gordon taps his temple. “Memorized, man, and I appreciate it.” He stands.

  Davis and I stand also and follow him to the door.

  “Thanks again,” I tell him.

  “Anytime.” He winks at me and shakes Davis’s hand. “Good luck. You two make a cute couple.” He glances at me. “If I ever get out of undercover work, I hope I’m lucky enough to find an amazing woman like you to fill the rest of my days.”

  I lean into Davis’s side, hugging his arm. I feel sad for this man whose real name I don’t know. A man who has his entire life on hold while he fights crime. I’m choked up and unable to say another word.

  “She’s out there. You’ll stumble upon her when you least expect it,” Davis says.

  Gordon gives us one more smile and jogs down the front step toward his car.

  We’re quiet as we shut the door and return to the couch. The house is extraordinarily quiet, in fact. It’s over. It’s really over. I’m not in danger anymore.

  Davis sits in the corner of the couch and pulls me onto his lap. For a long time, we just rest, him stroking my hair, me pressing my cheek against his shoulder.

  After a while, Davis takes a breath. “I meant everything I said. I want you to stay. I want you to let your apartment go and move in with me. I know it’s fast, but it feels right.”

  I lift my head and meet his gaze. “I have nothing, Davis. I mean, I’m sure I can still work for Cindy at the shelter, but that makes me about enough money to buy coffee. I don’t have an education or a job that pays the rent.”

  “Are those things you want, sweetie? Do you want to go to college?”

  I stare at him. “I have no idea. I’ve never considered it before.”

  He rubs his hand up and down my back. “Well, this is your home now, and you don’t have to rush. You can start slow. Work for Cindy and be my little when you’re home. That’s enough change for now. After you’ve had some time to think, you can make more difficult decisions.”

  Emotions overwhelm me and tears fall down my cheeks.

  “Hey, now.” Davis wipes them away. “Why so somber?”

  The truth is I’m worried about what will happen to us. How long can we maintain the relationship we have now? I swallow and face him. “I don’t know if I can be what you want in the long run. It feels so good
right now. I love being your little girl, but I can’t guarantee the future yet, and I don’t want to disappoint you.”

  He swipes his thumbs over my cheeks again where more tears have fallen. “Sweet girl, I’m not asking you to make a lifetime commitment to being my little. I’m only asking you to give it a try. We can renegotiate as we go along.”

  I frown and glance down. “But you broke up with your last girlfriend because she didn’t want to be your little full-time. What if the same thing happens with me?”

  He flinches and then lifts my chin. “Where did you get that idea? That’s not why Collette and I broke up.”

  I lick my lips. “But you said that she was your little all the time and then things changed and you started fighting.”

  He squeezes the back of my neck. “Oh, sweetie, that wasn’t what we fought about. If she had wanted to get a job and change our relationship into something part-time, I would have been fine with that. It was her choice to be my little full-time. Our issues had nothing to do with that. Collette…” He draws in a breath before continuing. “She was used to a life of luxury. Her family was rich. She was born with a silver spoon. And the truth is she spent more money than I made. It was out of control. She wouldn’t stop. I was in the military at the time. My income was very fixed. Whenever I give you something, you’re always so grateful, and I love that. She wasn’t grateful—whatever I gave her wasn’t good enough, and she always made sure I knew it. Then, she’d go behind my back and buy herself things I couldn’t afford.”

  My gaze widened. “Oh.” He’s never told me any of this. “Well, I wasn’t born with a silver anything. Not even pink.”

  He chuckles.

  I finally manage to smile and wipe away the last of my tears.

  “I’m in much better shape financially than I was six months ago. I promise I can take care of you.”

  “I would never spend your money. It wouldn’t feel right. It makes me nervous that you’ve spent as much on me as you have. It stresses me out that I can’t contribute to the household expenses.”