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

it can be to spend the day without a bra. You already know this. Your nipples rub against the material of your dresses and keep you aware of them. I’ll choose short dresses, too. When your bottom is barely covered, it’s hard to keep from squirming, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir.” He’s so right. I do already know this.

“When I cup your pussy and find your panties wet, I know I’m doing things right.”

I shiver.

He slides his thumbs up to stroke my nipples, making them stiffen further. “When I can see these hard little buds under the thin material of your dresses, I don’t even need to check your panties, do I?”

I shake my head.

He grins wider. “Welcome to age play.”

I’m close to collapsing, but he holds my hip with one hand and turns off the water. I giggle when he lifts me by the waist and sets me in the tub. “On your bottom, sweetie, before you fall.”

I sit down. The water is warm. My hair is down, so now it’s floating around in the water.

Davis reaches for the baby soap and a washcloth.

I giggle again. “Now I understand why you bought those kinds of bath products.”

He smiles at me. “Yep. Close your eyes, sweetie.” When I squeeze them shut, he washes my face and then rinses it. He opens the cabinet under the sink next and pulls out a large cup, which he fills to pour over my head.

I lean my head back so that the water soaks my hair, and then he squirts shampoo into his hand. “It’s gonna take a lot of shampoo to wash all this hair.”

“Yeah. It’s a line item on my monthly bill,” I joke.

He chuckles. “Do you mind the baby shampoo, sweetie?” he asks as he massages it into my scalp.

“No. It was strange at first, but I kind of like the scent now. It grew on me.”

“Good. I like it too. It makes you smell fresh and young.” It takes him a while to get the shampoo all down my hair and then he uses the cup to rinse it off, never getting any in my eyes.

After covering my locks in conditioner, he grabs the soap and washcloth again. He starts with my arms and then my back. When he comes around to my front and runs the terrycloth over my breasts, I let out a little moan. I love when he touches my sensitive nipples.

He plays with them longer than necessary and then moves down to my feet and up my legs. Lastly, he reaches between my thighs and strokes over my pussy. Slowly, over and over, until I toss my head back and whimper.

“You have no idea how precious you are, sweetie.” He finally sets the cloth aside and rinses my hair again. When he’s satisfied, he lifts me out of the tub and pats my body dry with one of the towels he bought me.

He spends a long time squeezing the water out of my hair and then stands and opens a drawer to pull out a comb.

It’s so weird standing here naked while he combs out the snarls in my long hair, but I don’t move. I even close my eyes and enjoy the feel of his touch.

“I love this hair, sweet girl. It’s so beautiful.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“I hope you’ll let me brush it for you often.”

“No one has ever brushed my hair. It’s luxurious. You can do it all day if you want. But…” I open my eyes and turn to glance at him, feeling frisky and bold. “I might orgasm.”

He chuckles. “Not without permission, you won’t.”

I flush, unable to stop smiling.

When he’s satisfied that he got the tangles out, he pulls out a hairdryer and blows it until it’s only damp. He sits on the tub and takes my hips again, facing me eye to eye. “What did you think? Did you like me bathing you?”

“So much,” I admit, scrunching up my shoulders with my admission.

He pats my bottom. “Good. I really liked it too. That’s how our days will end unless I can’t get home from work in time. And, if you’ve been a good girl all day, I’ll let you come when I put you to bed. If you’ve been naughty and haven’t earned the release, I’ll make you regret the decision.”

“How will you do that?” I ask, trembling.

“You’ll find out.” That’s all he gives me, and my mind wanders to so many possibilities.

“I’ll be good.”

He chuckles again. “Sometimes you won’t. It’s hard to always be good. Sometimes you’ll make mistakes.” He stands and takes my hand, leading me to the bedroom. When we reach my bed, he picks up a nightgown I hadn’t seen there yet. He’s sneaky.

“Arms up, sweetie.”

I lift my arms, loving the way he takes care of everything.

He pulls the nightgown down my body and then tugs my hair out from under it while I glance down.

The material is soft cotton, and he’s chosen something much younger tonight. It’s pink with princesses on the front. It’s also short. Not surprising. And he hasn’t given me panties.

“Do you have something against panties at night, Sir?” I ask as he pulls the covers back on my bed.

“Yep. No bras ever. No panties at night. I like your pussy exposed. It heightens your arousal and makes it easier for me to touch you.” He pats the mattress. “Climb in, Sweetie.”

I crawl up and lie on my back. My nightgown gets bunched up, leaving me exposed, but that doesn’t matter because Davis immediately pulls it all the way up over my breasts. I gasp.

He snickers. “If you can lie still when I put you to bed, I’ll tease your little body until you scream out your orgasm.”

“It’s hard to stay still, Sir.”

“Sometimes I’ll stop and wait for you to get control. Sometimes I’ll restrain you.”

I flinch.

He taps my wrist. “If you think you get horny lying here controlling your own movements, wait until you find out how aroused you’ll get when you don’t have a