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

She beams.

I somehow manage to finish my lunch even though she’s just given me the best gift a Daddy can ask for, and then I take my time cleaning up to prolong her excitement. Finally, I lift her to the floor and take her by the hand, leading her to the table.

I hand her the package. I’m seriously almost as excited as she is because I can’t wait to see her expression when she opens it.

She tries to get the end to rip, but fails and hands it back to me. “You open it, Daddy,” she exclaims, bouncing on her feet.

My chest gets all tight and warm again. I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to that word coming from her lips. She’s slaying me. But I pull the top of the package open and then hand it back to her so she can be the one to reach in and pull out the contents.

She’s already smiling as she sticks her hand in and grabs the top of the box. She eases it out and then holds it up so she can see the front. “Oh. My. God,” she whispers, and then she just stands there, not moving an inch. She’s staring at the doll through the clear plastic on the front of the box.

Seconds tick by, and I start to worry. I’m afraid she doesn’t like it, that it’s not good enough. When I bend down to see her face, I realize she’s silently crying. I pull out a chair, sit, and pull her between my legs. “Sweet girl…” I hug her against my chest. This wasn’t the reaction I expected at all. She’s overwhelmed and emotional. I hope to God these are happy tears.

“I never had my own doll,” she whispers.

I can’t stand the distance, so I lift her and set her on my thigh between my legs and hug her tighter to my side. I kiss the top of her head. “I didn’t mean to make you cry, sweetie.” I rub her thigh.

She’s still holding the doll in front of her, staring at it. “I love her so much,” she whispers. She lifts her tear-streaked face to me. “What is her name?”

I smile. “I don’t know, sweetie. You’ll have to name her.”

She turns her gaze back to the doll. “Emily. Yes. Emily.”

I reach for the box. “Looks like Emily is in there tight. Would you like me to get her out of the box?”

“Yes, please.”

I open the top, pull her out, and then determine that the doll is attached to a piece of cardboard at her back with about six twist ties. It takes me a few minutes to disconnect her. All the while I’m cursing the designer of this packaging and wondering how on earth an actual kid would react to this delay.

Britney is a grown woman and she’s bouncing on my leg.

When I finally hand her the doll, Britney brings her to her chest, hugs her close, and rocks back and forth. “I just love her. Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re so welcome, sweetie. There’s more though.” I pick up the package and reach down inside.

“More?”

I pull out two smaller flat packages and hand them to Britney.

“Clothes for Emily!” Her entire face lights up and she squeals.

Apparently, I’ve done well. “A girl needs clothes. She can’t wear the same thing every day.”

Britney hugs the doll and the two packages to her chest now. My day is filled with best moments ever. I just keep adding to them.

Chapter 20

Britney

I sit in my room for a while playing with Emily on my bed while Daddy does some work in his office. There were a few other items in the box too, and I have combed Emily’s hair, fed her a bottle, and changed her diaper three times. I’ve also changed her into each outfit twice.

I can’t help myself. It’s like someone dropped down from heaven and gave me a chance to have and do all the things I never got to experience when I was little. And even better, I get to do all this while knowing full well I’m a grown adult under my dress, indulging in something that makes me happy while anticipating the time later today when Davis will touch my body like adults do.

I’m living the dream, and I try not to worry about it all crashing down. I’ve reasoned with myself that even if I suddenly wake up and find out this was all a dream, or even if Davis’s people manage to catch the people looking for me, or even if he decided he didn’t want me anymore… No matter what, I will have had and loved every moment of this time with him in his home.

I had all morning to think about our arrangement. He told me he doesn’t like brats, so I’m going to be the best little girl ever. I want him to be proud of me and keep looking at me like I hang the moon. I want to be the kind of girl he won’t want to break up with. It’s scary. I might mess up. But I’m going to try.

He says I’m the kind of little he likes, but he doesn’t know me well yet, and I don’t have any experience in his world. I know he wants a full-time little, and even though I’m having the best time of my life, I don’t know if I could commit to being his little all the time forever.

What if I do something he doesn’t like? I squirm every time I think about him spanking me. I’m both nervous and excited about the prospect.

I know it’s coming soon. Will it hurt? Will I cry?

When I hear Davis’s approach, I lift my gaze.

He’s smiling. “How’re my girls?”

I giggle. “Emily needs a nap. She’s been up a long time.” I turn and pull back the covers a few inches to slide her into my bed on the far side.

“What about Britney? Is she tired too? Does she need a