Nurturing Britney (Surrender Book 7) Becca Jameson (ebook reader for comics TXT) 📖

kink, but for now, this will do. It’s as far as I imagine I can push her, and she’s doing fantastic. Her submission is sublime.

I gently cup her breasts and watch her face as my thumbs flick over her nipples.

She gasps, fighting hard to remain still.

“That’s a good girl. Take what I’m giving you. Concentrate on what’s offered. Does it feel good?”

“Yes, Sir,” she murmurs. “So good.”

I keep tormenting her, circling the sweet buds. I lower my gaze, torn between watching her face and taking in her tits. They are so fucking gorgeous. Small. Perfectly shaped. Perky. Exactly a handful. Her nipples are dark pink and tiny, the tips swollen dots of pleasure. Every time I touch them, she writhes gloriously.

I tease her mercilessly, circling her breasts from base to tip over and over, not using enough pressure, not tapping her nipples often enough.

She moans, her legs restless.

Finally, I lower my gaze farther. “Bend your knees, sweet girl. Spread your legs open for me.”

She lifts her knees, and I release her nipples to settle myself between her legs.

“Wider, sweetie. I want to see all of you.”

She shudders as she obeys me, exposing the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Smooth and bare from the product I instructed her to use. Her labia are pink and swollen.

I set my hands on her inner thighs, pushing them wider. I want her to feel the exposure. Feel my gaze on her like a caress.

She whimpers, her head rolling from side to side.

When I part her lower lips, she gasps.

I hold her open, not touching her anywhere she craves, just soaking in the wetness that leaks from her cunt. I want to remember this moment for the rest of my life. The first time she opened for me, exposing everything. Offering her body into my care.

I pull the hood back from her clit next, making her gasp again.

The little nub is wet and pink and swollen. I circle it, and the moan that comes from her mouth is primal. “Please,” she begs again, forgetting my rule.

I remove my finger and meet her gaze, one brow raised.

She licks her lips. “Please, Sir. Please let me come.”

“That’s a good girl. And I will. When I’m ready. Patience.”

She bites her lip and nods. There’s nothing sexier in this world than a woman desperate to come. Better yet, a submissive woman in such despair that her vision is clouded.

When I look back at her pussy, I realize there is something more gorgeous. It’s right in front of me, offered by the sweetest little girl I’ve ever seen. An untouched woman waiting impatiently for her Dom to grant her the first orgasm she’ll ever have at someone else’s hands. There’s only one first time, and I want this experience to burn into her brain. I have no problem admitting that I’m hoping this experience binds her to me in a way that she won’t ever be able to deny.

I may be selfish, but I want Britney more than I’ve ever wanted a woman before. I want her to be mine. I want all of her firsts. I want to claim her virginity someday and add that to my most prized memories. I want her submission. I want her to be my little.

That last part might be tricky, but so far, she’s showing all the signs of acceptance. If only I can be so lucky.

I return my attention to her clit, circling it again, gathering her wetness. When I finally flick my finger over the distended nub, she cries out. I drag two fingers through her folds next, not entering her in the slightest, just giving her a taste of what she’s missing.

She’s so precious. Every whimper and moan. Every loll of her head to one side. The way her nipples stand at attention. I can’t resist lowering my face so I can inhale her scent. I won’t put my mouth on her tonight. I’ll save that luxury for another time. I won’t have any trouble making her scream for me with my fingers. She’s that aroused.

I flick over her clit again, this time watching her face.

Her head tips back, her neck elongating. Her hands are fisted so tight that her knuckles are white. Her chest is arched, her breasts so fucking sexy. Her belly is flat, hollow even. Her heels are digging into the mattress again, but she’s keeping her thighs parted.

My cock is protesting this plan, but it will have to wait until I’ve left her room. If I touched myself right now, I would come all over her thighs. As it is, the tip of my dick is sticking out of my flannel pants. She can’t see my issue from her perspective though. And that’s for the best.

My possessive instinct takes over, and when she meets my gaze, pleading with her eyes, I tap her pussy. “You’re mine, Britney.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers.

“This bundle of nerves is mine.” I lower my fingers to her labia. “This pussy is mine.” I don’t stop myself, easing my fingers to her lower puckered entrance. “Your bottom is also mine.”

She nods. “Yes, Sir. I’m yours.” She’s shaking.

I finally return to her clit, gathering her wetness from between her parted labia again, and circling the nub. When I flatten three fingers over the sensitive bundle of nerves and rub, she finally tips over the edge.

As I suspected, she screams, making me smile. Her body shakes with the intensity of her orgasm. Her clit pulses noticeably against my fingers where I continue to rub her, not slowing down or easing from her swollen skin until she gives the first hint of a wince.

She’s panting heavily when I smooth my hands back up to cup her breasts. There’s a gorgeous smile of satisfaction on her lips as I tease her nipples once again.

When I finally lean over her and take her lips, she cocks her head to one side and gives me full reign to deepen the connection any way I choose.

I don’t hold back. I