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

me on my feet. I’m a little surprised when he also stands and then takes my hand to lead me to my room and then into my bathroom. When we get there, he sits on the closed toilet and pulls me between his legs so that we’re eye to eye.

His expression is serious. “I’m going to give you a choice right now. It won’t happen often, so don’t get used to it. But finding the age you like best takes some trial and error. For now, I need you to choose if you want to aim younger or older. Your age affects the types of rules you follow and the types of toys and clothes I buy you. Make sense?”

“I think so.”

He pulls me closer. “Younger means I’m going to give you a bath at night and dress you in the morning. Older means I leave you to do it yourself.”

My breath hitches.

“You’ll learn quickly that I’m pretty controlling either way. My preference tends to run kind of young. I’d like to choose your clothes and take care of all your needs from food to bedtimes. I like structure, and I’m strict about enforcing it. That being said, I’m willing to negotiate especially when it comes to age. There are plenty of women who prefer to age play in the middle range, and I can accommodate that.”

I glance at the tub and try to imagine letting Davis bathe me. He has already been choosing my clothes since I arrived. Plus, I love the little gifts he gives me every day. I’m excited to see what else he has.

I chew on my bottom lip, more concerned about what it says about me that I want this, than the actual choice. Hands down, I want him to take over. I feel an inner calm at just the suggestion.

I’m tired. Tired of holding on to life by a thread. Tired of having to balance my finances so that I have enough to pay the gas bill and eat. I’m tired of dancing mostly naked in front of strangers to pay my rent.

Is it strange that I’m willing to let someone else be in charge for a while? Maybe I’m taking advantage of Davis. I’m worried he might be disappointed if I change my mind. For now, though, I don’t care. He’s offering. I’m accepting.

There is no choice to be made really.

I meet his gaze. “I’d like to be young, Sir.”

The smile he gives me lights up his face. I’ve pleased him.

My belly does flip flops. My knees are weak from the implication. He’s seen me naked, but this is different. And I’m obviously not going to see him naked. He’s made that clear. I’m okay with that too. For now.

I try to act like sex is no big deal, but it is. To me, it is. I’ve never seen a man’s penis. Not in front of me. Not up close and personal. Perhaps I’m a bit old to feel nervous about sex, but I am. The fact that Davis doesn’t want to sleep with me yet takes that load off my shoulders in a way. At the same time, I’m a bit disappointed.

Davis cups my face and kisses my lips. “One day at a time, okay? Let me guide you. See how it makes you feel. We’ll touch base often and go over what you liked and didn’t like.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He sets me back a few inches and reaches over to turn on the tub. As it fills, his hands come to the hem of my dress. “Arms up, sweetie.”

I shiver as I lift my arms. This is happening. I’m turning over my care to Davis. My belly is in a full tumble now, and my nipples are stiff points when he removes my dress. Instinctively, I cover them with my hands. Is it weird that I’m aroused?

Davis leans down and pulls my panties down my legs, tapping my ankles so that I’ll step out of them. My face heats because I know the cotton is wet with my arousal and I forgot that he can’t possibly miss that fact.

When he palms my soaked panties before dropping them in the hamper, I glance away, biting my lip. I’m naked in front of him. All the lights are on. I’m so aroused that my knees are weak.

Davis reaches for my wrists and gives a tug. “I’ve seen naked little girls before, sweetie.”

I reluctantly drop my arms, but I’m breathing heavily.

His hands roam up my sides until his thumbs brush the swell under my breasts, making my breath hitch again. “Talk to me.”

“I’m embarrassed, Sir,” I murmur.

“Because I’m seeing you naked, sweetie?”

I shake my head. “Because I’m aroused.”

“Look at me, Britney.”

I meet his gaze, but I’m a hot mess.

“That’s the goal, sweet girl. I want you to find our lifestyle arousing. I want you to squirm all the time. I want your nipples to get hard because I reprimand you. I want your pussy to get wet because I spank you. I want you to feel so aroused all the time that you can’t wait for me to let you come.”

“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