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

top of my head and rubs my back. “The only thing I want you to focus on right now is exploring this new side of yourself. That’s your job. My job is to find bad guys and put them in jail.”

“Maybe we should call the police,” I murmur, not wanting him involved in this. Now that I understand how serious this is, I’m more scared than before.

“I’ve spoken to the police, sweetie. They’re working on it.”

I jerk my head back and look at him. “You did? When?”

“This morning.”

“You called them?”

He shakes his head. “No. It was a coincidence.”

I frown.

He sighs. “Listen, sweet girl, I’m going to tell you something to help ease your mind, but you have to keep it to yourself, understood?” His brows furrow.

“Who would I tell? The only person I ever speak to is you. I haven’t even used my phone since I got here. It’s still sitting on the counter.”

“Do you have any contact with the women you worked with?”

I shake my head. “The only one I ever even exchanged numbers with was Mila, and we only texted each other if one of us was sick or something and couldn’t make it in to work. We didn’t hang out or anything.”

He frowns. “Who’s Mila?”

“Licorice is her stage name.”

“Ah, right. I did see the messages from her from Thursday night. Has she texted you since you last saw her?”

I shrug. “I haven’t touched my phone since then. It makes me nervous.”

He nods. “Good. I don’t want you to read the messages from your boss. I don’t want you to respond to Mila either. In fact, it’s probably best if we have that phone disconnected. I checked it out to make sure it didn’t have a tracking device or any apps someone might be using to follow you, but just to be safe, I’m going to deactivate it, okay?”

I sigh, my shoulders slumping. “Okay,” I whine.

“Are you particularly fond of that phone for some reason? If there are pictures or contacts or anything on it you want, we can copy the data first.” He’s frowning at me in confusion.

I shake my head. “No. It’s a cheap phone with a cheap plan. It’s just one more thing I’m going to have to deal with. Getting a new one. It’s one expense I’ve always scrimped on. Safety and all.”

His hand comes to the back of my neck and massages my muscles there. “Well, you won’t need one at all while you’re staying here. I’ll call you on the home phone for now, and you can call my cell from the landline also if I’m not here. We can get you a burner if we need it, but when this is over, I’ll get you a new phone. Okay?”

I glance away.

“Britney…” he says in his warning voice. “Talk to me.”

“You keep buying me things.”

He sighs. “Sweetie, if you were permanently mine, you would be my responsibility and I would buy you everything you need. For right now, you are mine, even if you decide you want to leave at some point. So stop worrying about material things. I’m taking care of you. As my little—no matter how long that lasts—I’ll buy you everything you need.”

“Okay,” I murmur reluctantly.

He squeezes my neck and a strange smile crosses his lips. “Besides, little girls don’t need cell phones. If you’re good and prove to me you can be responsible, I’ll consider getting you one. But…” He holds up one finger. “You won’t be allowed to use it unsupervised, you’ll have to earn the privilege of playing on it, and it’s the first thing you’ll lose if you misbehave.” He lifts both brows.

I haven’t breathed in seconds. He’s talking to my little self now. My face is heated because his words arouse me. That’s so irrational. I shift my weight to avoid squirming.

I love it when he goes full Dom on me, taking complete control all the way down to my cell phone usage. My belly is doing flip flops again because I so enjoy being his little girl.

After several moments, his hand slides down my back to cup my bottom. He gathers my dress and pulls it up over my panties with his fingers. “Are your panties wet, sweetie?”

I squirm now. “Yes, Sir.”

He reaches from behind to cup my pussy, pressing his entire palm against my soaked panties. Another slow smile, and then he removes his hand. “My little girl likes it when I’m strict.”

“Yes, Sir,” I squeak.

He pulls me closer with a palm between my shoulder blades and kisses me, not on the forehead. He kisses me like a man. And I return it like a woman. It’s sensual and full of all the passion that has been building for several minutes. I’m moaning when he breaks the contact.

He pats my bottom. “Let’s see about dinner, shall we?”

Chapter 21

Master Davis

The moment I push the door open to Britney’s room the next morning, my heart clenches in my chest. This seems to be a pattern. Every time I set eyes on her, she takes my breath away.

She’s sound asleep, lying on her belly. Her blankets have been kicked off at some point in the night. She’s clutching Bunny to her side with one arm. Her hair is spread out all over the pillow. Her lips are parted, and she’s making the sweetest sounds.

As I quietly approach, I let my gaze roam down to her bottom. The nightgown has risen up several inches, exposing the perfect small globes, but what really makes me swallow is that she has one knee bent and pulled up toward her chest. There is enough light pouring into the room for me to see the folds of her pussy.

I hate to disturb her. I could stand here and watch her sleep all day and never tire of it. But I need to leave the house soon, and I want to spend every moment with her I can before I do so.

I lower myself onto the edge of her bed