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

I shake my head as I turn back to him. “I’m not tired, Daddy.”

He lifts my chin. “You sure? Little girls sometimes need a nap in the afternoon.”

“I’m sure.”

“Okay, but if you get crabby in the evening before bed, you’ll start taking naps after lunch.”

“I won’t get crabby. I promise.”

He reaches for my waist and lifts me up.

I wrap my legs and arms around him and let him carry me from the room. His hands are on my bottom, only the cotton of my panties between us. I love his touch.

He carries me into the kitchen and sets me down on one of the kitchen chairs at the table. After pushing me in, he opens a laptop that’s in front of me. “I want you to do some research, sweetie. It will help you fully understand the aspects of age play. There are hundreds of sites you can look through to help you see how other littles live.”

I feel nervous watching him. Why do I need to read about other people?

He starts opening windows and then points at one of the tabs. “This site is called FetLife. Create an account so you can explore the site. Give yourself whatever user name you want and create a password.”

When he’s finished, he lifts my chin to tip my head back and meets my gaze. “I want you to be educated on this subject, sweet girl. No playing around. Do some research. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. If you have any questions, ask me. I’ll be right over there.” He points to the couch and then releases me and heads that direction. His own laptop is on the coffee table and he picks it up and settles on the cushion, leaving me to explore.

I’m nervous but also intrigued.

As I start navigating through the website and then google other sites, I slowly relax. I’m not alone. There are indeed hundreds of people who enjoy age play and each person expresses their fetish in different ways.

When I stumble upon a little who is about my age and living in a twenty-four-seven relationship, I end up spending a long time soaking in everything she’s written and learning about her likes and dislikes.

By the time Davis’s shadow causes me to lift my gaze to him, I realize hours have passed.

He’s smiling. “Learn anything? You’ve been engrossed.”

I nod as I point to the screen. “This woman is just like me. I’ve enjoyed learning her story.”

“Good.” He sets his hand on my head and smooths his palm down my hair. “I want you to spend some time every day researching so you’ll know everything you can about age play and all of its facets.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He leans over and kisses my forehead. His expression is slightly strained, and I wonder if it has anything to do with me.

“What’s going to happen to me?” I’ve tried not to think about my problems, but eventually, I’m going to have to face reality. I can’t spend the rest of my life playing and hiding out in Davis’s home.

He sighs and sits in the chair next to mine, brushing a lock of hair from my forehead. “You’re safe. Nothing is going to happen to you, sweetie.”

“That’s not what I mean. What about my boss and the Lounge?”

He cups my cheek. His touch is soothing, but it’s not going to solve my problems. “My agency is working on it. I don’t want you to worry.”

I worry my bottom lip for a moment. “What exactly does your agency do?”

“Whatever we’re hired to do. Mostly we provide security for people.”

“People like me.”

He nods. “Exactly.”

“But I can’t pay you.”

He tickles my chin. “You don’t need to.”

“But that means you’re spending time on my problem instead of paying customers.”

“Your problem is serious and important. My boss would never hesitate to take on a case of human trafficking even if we didn’t know the victim, sweetie.”

A thought makes me stiffen. “What if there are others? Other women like me?”

He draws in a slow breath. “Then hopefully we’ll save more than just you, sweet girl.”

I think there are things he’s not telling me, but I’m also afraid to ask. “It’s not safe. I don’t want you doing something dangerous for me.” My lip starts to tremble and I can’t stop it.

He strokes my bottom lip gently. “Don’t you worry about me. Like I told you, I’ve been in far more dangerous situations than this in my life. There are six men at my agency. Three of us are working on this.”

“I don’t understand how you can fix this problem. Maybe if I just hide until after my boss was supposed to hand me over, it will go away.” I can hear the desperation in my voice and I grip the edge of the table with my fingers.

“I don’t think your boss would ever stop looking for you, and even if he did, you wouldn’t want him to do this to another woman.”

I nod. “You’re right, but I don’t like you being involved. If anything happens to you, it will be my fault.”

He smiles again and then pushes my chair back. “Come here, sweetie.”

I slide to my feet and let him pull me between his legs. He smooths his palms up my back, meeting my gaze. “Nothing is going to happen to me. You have to trust me and be patient. It won’t take forever. I promise. My agency is working every angle to figure out who’s involved in this and arrest them.”

“Why can’t the police just arrest my boss and make him tell them who he sold me to?”

“Because your boss is probably a middle man, sweetie. He’s not the buyer and I doubt he knows who the seller is.”

I ponder that for a moment, chewing on my lip again. I’m overwhelmed and tears fall down my cheeks. Too many people are putting their lives in danger to help me.

Davis reaches up and brushes my tears away before folding me in his arms and flattening me to his chest. He kisses the