Page 25 of Controlling Natasha

After cleaning up my mess, I brush my teeth and climb into bed.I’m in no way sated.My cock is still standing straight up.I didn’t even bother to put on boxers.I lie in my bed, staring at the ceiling in the dim light of the room, and think about how I’m going to survive tomorrow evening.

I’m overreacting.Intellectually, I know it.Nothing’s going to happen to Natasha at the movies.She’s a smart girl.I’ll make sure she has pepper spray and remind her to pay attention to her surroundings at all times.I’ll track her phone so I know she’s safe and pace my library the entire evening.

It’s just a movie with her friend.

I know this.I also knew that Julia just went on a hike with her friends.A fucking hike.There were four of them.It was broad daylight.She’d begged me to let her go even though I’d felt uneasy about it for some reason.

And I never saw her alive again.

It was a fluke.It won’t happen to Natasha.She’ll be fine.After she leaves tomorrow night, I’ll call Camden and he can talk me down from the ledge.I can’t let her see my fear.If I do, she’ll run.I’ll lose her.

Dammit.I have to talk to her.I will.This weekend.Not tomorrow.I’ll do it on Sunday.It’s time.I know in my heart she’s Little.I have to trust she will agree to the inevitable shift in our dynamic.It might seem like it won’t be a big deal since I’ve already been Daddying her for a month, but it will be huge.

Natasha hasn’t seen Mr.Controlling yet.

Chapter8

Natasha

I’m nearly hyperventilating as Simone pulls up to the front of Mr.Hoffman’s house.We’ve had the most fun.The movie was hilarious.The popcorn was delicious.The soda was caffeinated.

I felt free and wild like never before in my life.All from a movie with a girlfriend.I might need to seek counseling.That’s how silly I’m feeling.Giddy as though, instead of riding in Simone’s perfectly safe car, I’ve arrived home on the back of a motorcycle without a helmet.

“What do you think he’s going to do?”

I giggle, partly to cover my nerves.“I don’t know.I can’t begin to imagine.”It’s ten minutes after nine.We did this on purpose, of course.Simone talked me into using this as a way to force a confrontation.I’m going to be brave and face Mr.Hoffman.I have to.Constantly stressing over our odd arrangement is affecting my sleep and my ability to concentrate on my assignments.

“Text me and let me know.I’ll just be in my apartment with my vibrator, thinking about that man Daddying you harder than ever.”

I roll my eyes.“You’re such a goof.”

She laughs.“Go.Before your punishment gets even worse.”

I shudder as I step out of the car.Mr.Hoffman has a long list of rules for me, but he’s never once mentioned punishments.I intend to make that part of our little chat.

Trembling, I make my way to the front door, open it, and quietly sneak in.The light is on in the library.I must be brave and head that way.This is my chance.Everything is going to change.I can feel the tension thick in the air.

Pulling my shoulders back, I force myself to close the distance.I’m not breathing, though, by the time I step into the library.

Mr.Hoffman is sitting in his favorite armchair.He’s not reading.He doesn’t even have a drink in his hand.He’s just sitting there, staring at the door as I walk in.

I swallow hard.Which one of us will speak first?

He stiffens slightly as he leans forward, sets his elbows on his knees, and rubs his palms together.I can’t read him, but I’m slightly surprised when he says, “How was the movie, Little one?”

I lick my lips as I tentatively step closer.“It was good.Funny.We had fun.”

He holds my gaze.I get the feeling we both know something is about to happen.I’m walking through molasses to get to the loveseat where I usually sit.It’s a standoff.Who will open Pandora’s box first?

I’m impressed by Mr.Hoffman’s ability to hold his tongue.There’s a slight tic in his jaw.He’s dying to tell me I’m late.I bet he’s barely refraining, and the reason is that he has no idea how to follow up after my disobedience is verbalized.

He might be more nervous than I am.He looks perfectly calm on the outside, but I’ve known him long enough to read the signs.In addition to the tic, there’s a vein in his forehead that’s protruding.Not from anger.I’m not afraid of him.It’s coming from somewhere else.It’s coming from his need to control me.

I finally reach the loveseat and perch on the edge of the cushion, not leaning back.I keep my spine straight and fold my hands in my lap, impressed with my ability to keep from shaking violently.

Suddenly, it’s all clear to me.I know exactly what to say.I draw in a deep, fortifying breath.“Are you a Daddy Dom, Sir?”

His eyes widen, and he freezes in place before eventually reclining in his chair.“Yes, Little one,” he says in that voice I love more than anything in the world.The one that invites me to climb onto his lap.

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