Nurturing Britney (Surrender Book 7) by Becca Jameson (inspirational novels .TXT) 📕

you, sweetie. It makes me happy.” I give her a little squeeze. “Besides, you’re kinda stuck for the foreseeable future until I can be sure you’re no longer in danger.”

“You can’t take care of me forever,” she points out.

“Why not?”

She shrugs. “It’s weird.”

“No one but the two of us gets to decide what’s right for us. I enjoy taking care of you. So very much. It’s not weird unless we think it is.”

She lifts her gaze, concern written on her face. “Would we have sex?”

I smile at her. “That’s a loaded question, so let me explain. First of all, it’s largely up to you. For some littles, age play is not sexual. They just like to live as a younger child. For other littles, it’s very much sexual. They get aroused from the age play itself.”

She squirms on my lap, proving my point.

I pinch the front of her dress and give it a little tug. “I think it’s safe to say you find it sexual.”

“Yes, Sir.” She wiggles her bottom again. “Does that mean you’ll have sex with me?”

I shake my head. “No. It means I want to have sex with you. Big difference.”

She frowns.

“Sweet girl, you need to explore this for a while. Try it out. See if you like it. You might enjoy it for a few weeks and then decide it scratched an itch and you’re done. In the meantime, I’ll be here. I’ll give you what you crave like I did the other night. But I’m not going to have sex with you at this stage in our relationship for two reasons.” I tap her chest between her breasts.

She giggles. “What reasons?”

“One, I’m not taking your virginity unless and until we both decide beyond a shadow of a doubt that our relationship is permanent. I would feel like a world-class asshole if I took something that precious from you before you were mine.”

“You already told me I’m yours,” she points out, smiling a wicked grin.

I chuckle. “I did. I probably shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t help myself. I can’t lie. I want this to work. I want you to be mine so badly. I feel a connection with you that’s beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. I want you to have the world. And I want to hold your hand and give it to you.”

She’s smiling at me.

“But you need time, and I’m going to give you that. All the time you need. It’s yours.”

“Okay.”

It’s like a two-ton brick lifts off my chest. I close my eyes and pull her closer, leaning forward to bury my face in her neck. I inhale her scent and kiss her behind her ear before meeting her gaze again. “You’re so precious, sweetie. I’ll do everything I can to make sure you have the most wonderful experience exploring the life of a little. I don’t want you to worry about tomorrow or next week or even next month. Just live in the here and now. Okay?”

“Yes, Sir.” She glances over her shoulder toward the kitchen. “Are you going to tell me what the tally marks are for now?”

I chuckle. “Nope. Soon.”

Chapter 17

Britney

I wander around the living room while Davis goes to take a shower. He says he’ll be quick, but it gives me some time to think about everything he’s told me.

I keep glancing down at my dress, realizing he was already intentionally providing me with the things I crave. Crayons and coloring books. A tea set. Rules and chore charts. Dresses and panties. There are hairbands and ribbons in my bathroom. Maybe I should try putting my hair up in pigtails. I wonder if Davis would like that.

When he comes back into the room, his hair is wet and he’s wearing jeans and a tight white T-shirt. He makes my mouth water. I stand very still as he comes to me, and then I’m in his arms again. I like it when he pulls me against him. I really like it when he kisses my neck.

He releases me at the same time he groans. “Come. Let’s get something to eat.” He holds my hand as he leads me to the kitchen, and then he grabs me by the waist and swings me onto the stool.

I smile as I watch him move around the kitchen.

He glances at me. “When you’re ready, and only if you want to, I could have another little come over and talk to you.”

I sit up straighter. “Oh. That might be nice.” I chew on my bottom lip though, uncertain. I might feel odd talking to another little.

He comes to me, pulls my lip out with his thumb, and kisses me gently. “Not mandatory, sweetie. When you’re ready. Just an option. You think about it. If you decide you’d like to talk to someone, let me know.”

“Yes, Sir.” I cock my head. “Should I call you Sir?”

“When we’re alone, yes. I expect my littles to address me respectfully.”

I nod. Apparently, the respect he explained to me the first time does extend beyond the bedroom. I already know he likes when I call him Sir. Now I’m understanding he’d prefer I address him that way all the time. Another question comes to mind. “Do you want me to call you Daddy?”

He has the refrigerator open and he sucks in a breath and freezes. His hand grips the door hard enough that his knuckles are white. Finally, he glances at me. “Only when you’re ready and it feels natural. Not now. Don’t force it.”

“Okay.” I watch him swallow. He would love for me to call him Daddy.

He sets all the makings of a chef salad on the island and starts to chop vegetables while I watch. “You’ve been sliding into the role of a little for three days, sweetie. It happened naturally for you. It’s called little space. It’s a mindset that happens when you let yourself be your little. Not a lot is going to change. I’ll be trying different things with you to see what you