Page 32 of Controlling Natasha

He lifts both brows.“What I want to hear is the truth.No need to be sassy, Little one.”

“Sorry, Sir.”

“I will reprimand you often because it’s part of age play.You crave a firm hand, and I’m going to give that to you.”

I nod and look at my plate.Under normal circumstances, it would be the perfect amount of food.A scrambled egg, a slice of bacon, and two small pancakes.How am I going to eat this morning?

“Do you want me to feed you, Little one?”

“I…can do it,” I whisper.

“I know youcan.I’ve watched you feed yourself for a month.Would you like me to feed you this morning?”

I meet his gaze.How did this happen?My world is upside down.

“There’s no right or wrong answer, Little one.Not about your breakfast.If you’d like me to Daddy you by feeding you, I will.If you’d rather do it yourself, that’s fine, too.”

When I’m still too flustered to respond, he reaches over and picks up my fork.After scooping some eggs onto it, he holds it up to my mouth.He’s very patient and not pressuring me.

I open my mouth, lean forward, and take a bite.I can’t believe I’m letting Mr.Hoffman feed me.

“Good girl.”Next, he reaches for the syrup and drizzles it over my pancakes before cutting a bite.He continues to feed me in silence until the plate is clean.“Finish your milk, Little one,” he says softly.

I reach with both hands and pick it up, feeling younger than I’ve ever felt since I got here.It’s weird, but it feels nice.

He smiles at me and wipes my lips when I empty my glass.“It’s been a long time since someone’s taken care of you, hasn’t it, Little one?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He stands and holds out a hand.“Come.Let’s go to the library.”

I take his hand.As soon as I’m on my feet, I use my other hand to smooth the back of my dress, making sure my panties are covered.

He lifts my chin.“Leave your dress alone, Little one.Let yourself be in a headspace where you don’t care about anyone catching a glimpse of your panties.They cover more than the bikinis most girls wear these days.No one in this house is going to glance twice if your panties show.”

“How much did you tell Albert and Edith about this?”

“I didn’t have to tell them much, Little one.For one thing, anyone who knows anything about kink can see that you’re Little.You’ve been submitting to me for a month, and my staff know I’m a Daddy Dom.Edith and Albert are members of the kink community, too.”

I gasp.“They are?”

“Yes.I don’t ask questions about what happens in their free time.That’s not my business, but I know they have a power dynamic behind closed doors.They have never judged me, and they will certainly not judge you.”

“Have you had other Little girls living here?”

“No, Little one.Never.You’re the first.I haven’t had a Little since I moved into this mansion after my parents passed.”

“Oh.”I’m relieved.For some reason, it bothers me to think that Mr.Hoffman has had a revolving door of other women living in this house, maybe even using the same room as me.

“We good?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Chapter10

Natasha

Mr.Hoffman squeezes my hand and leads me into the library.It’s my favorite room in this house.It’s my favorite room inanyhouse.I love how it has a faint smell of old volumes.I bet there are some super old libraries in Europe that have this scent.There aren’t many in the US.

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