Page 23 of Controlling Natasha

Yes, girls my age wear these, but so do three-year-olds.Girls my age combine them with sexy four-inch heels, jewelry, makeup, and fancy hairdos.I don’t own those types of accessories.If I were to wear this dress, I would have to combine it with flat silver sandals.I don’t even have pierced ears, nor do I own any jewelry to adorn them.

I continue to stare at the dress before I finally take it off the hanger and walk over to the bathroom.I suddenly want to try it on.After pulling my nightie over my head to set it on the vanity, I push the dress down my body.The only thing I’m wearing under it is my panties.They’re plain pink.The personal shopper provided me with several packs of them.Nothing fancy.Just pastel cotton panties.My face flushes at the thought that Mr.Hoffman chose them.

There’s no way I could wear a regular bra with this dress.It would show.The ruffled straps holding the dress up are thin and too far apart.When I close the door so I can see myself in the full-length mirror on the back, I swallow hard.

I look four.I gather my loose hair into two sections and hold them up as if they were pigtails.The dress rises, showing my panties.Needing the full experience, I open the drawer of my vanity, find two hairbands, and put my hair up into high pigtails.

When I release my hair, the delicate material brushes against my nipples, making my breath hitch.My panties are soaked.They always are.Not surprising, really.I twirl around, causing the hem to flare out.

I look so very Little in the mirror.The pigtails make it worse.My bare feet don’t help.Plus, my breasts are small.If they were large, they would push the front of the dress out, but they’re small enough that I look kind of flat-chested in this dress.

I’m trembling and panting as I continue to ponder the implications of this dress and how it makes me feel.Unable to stop myself, I lift my hands to my breasts and stroke my thumbs over my nipples.They pebble instantly, making me moan.I stare at myself while I paste an innocent, coy expression on my face, bite my bottom lip, and turn my toes inward.I look and feel so very Little, and it’s turning me on more than ever.I’ve felt arousal a hundred times since I moved in with Mr.Hoffman, but not like this.

I don’t dare reach between my legs.I’ve never done so.Considering the noise I made when I stroked my nipples, I’d probably scream if I touched my clit.

Until I moved into this mansion, I never had the time or the energy to explore my sexuality.I certainly didn’t have an opportunity when I was growing up.I never once had a room to myself.After I got to college, I started working long hours and studying in between.All I ever felt was exhaustion.Masturbation was the furthest thing from my mind.

Honestly, I hadn’t felt arousal until the day I entered this house.And I’ve been too afraid I might get caught to explore since being here.So, I’ve kept my fingers away from my pussy.

The urge is strong right now, though.The strongest it’s ever been.What would it hurt?Simone jokes about masturbating as though it’s something she and everyone else does often.

I’m twenty-two years old, and I don’t know my own body.I’ve never had an orgasm, let alone had sex.Should I touch myself?I want to.My heart is racing.My fingers are shaking.My lip hurts from biting it so hard.

I gasp and release my swollen lip.I’m so overheated my face is bright red.I have to stop this before I start moaning and someone comes in to check on me.It’s unlikely anyone could hear me, but what if they did?

When I think I might self-combust, I quickly remove the dress, put it back on the hanger, and hang it back in my closet.I’m not sure I like how it made me feel.So very Little and titillated at the same time.My face is burning.

A knock on my bedroom door makes me nearly jump out of my skin.I’m standing next to the closet in nothing but my panties.Shit.I turn and run for the bathroom, grab my nightie, and pull it over my head.

“Natasha?”Mr.Hoffman’s voice is spun gold, sexy and seductive.Does he know?

I run back across the room and open the door without thinking.I’m panting as though I ran a mile to get to this door.

Mr.Hoffman’s eyes are wide, and his mouth opens for a moment before he closes it, swallows, and meets my gaze.“Are you okay, Little one?”

“Yes, Sir.”I sound as winded as I feel.Surely, he can’t know what I’ve been thinking or doing.

His jaw is tight, and then he licks his lips.Lips I’ve dreamed of having on mine for a month.

I don’t dare move an inch.My brain isn’t firing on all cylinders.I might say or do something stupid.

“I was worried about you when you left for bed early.Now it’s getting late, and I saw your light was on.Are you sure you’re feeling well?”

I nod.“Yes, Sir.I was just about to turn the light off and get into bed.”

“Good.”He gives a quick nod.“Get some sleep.It’s after ten.”He points at his watch, reminding me of my bedtime.Technically, he said I could read until eleven, but he always insinuates I should be in bed by ten.As far as he knows, I was in bed until a minute ago when he knocked on the door.

“Yes, Sir.”

He stares at me longer than necessary while my ears ring loudly in my head, and then he nods and turns toward his own room.

I close the door with a soft snick and lean against it, panting heavily once more.When I finally make my way to the bathroom, I look in the mirror and gasp.My eyes bug out of my head.Besides the fact that my cheeks are crimson, my hair is still in pigtails.

I slap my forehead and then glance down my body.Double shit.This nightie is see-through.There’s no way Mr.Hoffman didn’t just get a long look at my swollen breasts and hard nipples.

Mortified, I turn off the lights and climb into bed.I pull the covers up to my neck and lie there, trembling for a long time.Eventually, I tell myself I’ve done nothing wrong.If Mr.Hoffman doesn’t like what he witnessed, it’s his own fault for coming to my room at this hour of the night.

Chapter7

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