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

“Please…” I finally beg.

“Uh-uh. No words. No begging. It will only make me continue longer.”

I purse my lips at that warning and groan out my frustration. I want to move, but I won’t. I want to please him. I want him to be proud of me for enduring this strange punishment.

“It’s called edging, sweetie. It’s something Daddy will expect you to endure sometimes. It helps you remember who you belong to when you’re forced to wait for your release. Denial can be powerful and used for many things. It can serve to punish you or reward you.”

I shiver as he once again tells me I belong to him. I think he’s making sure I know that he isn’t mad and he will never ask me to leave no matter what. Easing my fears. Teasing my body.

I’ve known him one week. It seems like years. I’m totally his, and I haven’t seen him naked. I haven’t touched his penis. I have only grasped the size of it from the bulge in his pants I often see.

I want to touch it, feel it, taste it. I want it inside me. In my mouth. In my pussy. Does he know I want that?

So much time passes that I lose track entirely. He keeps touching me, everywhere but where I need it most. And then he’s touching my clit through my panties, tapping it. He flattens his palm over my pussy finally, and I cry out with relief and need.

“Do not come, sweetie. Not until I give you permission.”

“Yes, Sir,” I murmur, though I’m not sure I can obey that command.

“Good girl.” He flicks my clit and then reaches for my breasts again, circling my nipples closer to the areolas now. “Is the sting subsiding, sweetie?”

“I…don’t know.” It’s impossible to be sure since he has kept me on edge for so long.

“I’m proud of you. You’re so pretty spread out like this for me. Exposed. Your sweet little body mine to look at. Next time I won’t let you have your panties. I’ll be able to watch your clit while I edge you.”

I whimper. My body starts to shake.

Davis pinches my nipple with no warning and I scream. He releases it just as fast. “Don’t come, sweetie.”

I’m panting. My pussy is pulsing. My legs start to tremble. “Daddy… I can’t stop it.”

“Yes, you can.” He presses my knee open. I must have let it pull toward the center. He grips my thigh and holds me wide. “Take a breath.”

I draw in oxygen, trying to control the need.

“Good girl. Let it out now.”

I blow out my breath and look at him. He looks so pleased. He’s smiling at me. I don’t want to disappoint him, but it’s hard to do what he’s asking of me. I’ve never had an orgasm without stimulation to my clit, but I think I could literally combust without contact right now.

“Another breath. In. Out. Good girl.” He releases my knee and resumes his torment, teasing my nipples directly now while I moan and fight the need to writhe. “Prettiest little titties ever,” he whispers.

I purse my lips again, shaking.

His hand comes back to my pussy and he flattens his palm against my wet panties again. The heel of his palm grinds against my clit.

I gasp and freeze.

“Now, sweet girl. Come for me.”

I tip my head back and scream as my orgasm slams into me, consuming me, swallowing me whole. It seems to go on forever, my pussy pulsing against his palm, leaving my vision blurry and my body shaking violently.

When I finally start to relax my muscles, he eases his hand off my panties. He strokes my thighs again in the way he had earlier when we began.

I blink at him and find him smiling. “I’m so proud of you, sweetie. So very proud.” He leans over my body and lifts me up, his hand coming to the back of my head to support my limp neck as he gathers me into his embrace. He rocks me against him, cupping my head and whispering in my ear. “Such a good girl. So very pretty.”

Eventually, he stands, still cradling me in his arms. He carries me to my room and into the bathroom. He stands me on wobbly legs next to the toilet and removes my panties. “Use the potty, sweet girl.” He leaves me alone, shutting the door on his way out.

I obey him, empty my bladder, and then somehow make it to the sink to wash my hands and splash water on my face. My limbs are drained of energy.

The door opens as I’m drying my hands and Daddy swoops me up again. I’m naked now. I don’t care. He carries me to my bed, pulls back the covers, and settles my naked body against the sheet. After tucking Bunny into my arms, he covers me. “Nap, sweetie. I’ll wake you up before Lucy gets here.” He kisses my forehead and leaves me, pulling the door almost closed but not all the way.

I smile as I drift off, loving the way he leaves my door ajar like that. Letting me know if I need him, all I have to do is call out.

Chapter 28

Britney

I sleep hard, and I have no idea what time it is when Daddy kisses my cheek. “Time to wake up, sweetie. Master Roman and Lucy will be here soon.” He strokes my hair, letting me come awake slowly.

Eventually, I roll onto my back and stretch out my body. I’m sore from hours of tensing up. My bottom is tender from being spanked two times today. My nipples have stopped tingling, thank God.

Daddy pulls the covers down my body and slides his hands up my torso. “Let’s get you dressed and fix your hair.”

Fifteen minutes later, I’m back in my earlier outfit of pink tank top and pink skirt. I have on fresh panties. My hair is in two long braids.

When someone knocks at the door, I get excited, but I stay back because