Page 34 of Controlling Natasha

Without glancing up, he points toward my lap.“You can’t read if you don’t open the book, Little one.”

I giggle and set the book on the end table before leaning my head in the crook of my elbow on the arm of the loveseat.I’m curled on my side with my legs bent and tucked under me, but lifting my arms like this causes my panties to be exposed.

He snickers.“Such a naughty girl.I won’t waver, Little one.My decision is final.”

I sigh again and continue to gaze at him.I’ve seen Mr.Hoffman a lot over the past weeks, but this is the first time I’m able to so blatantly regard him.Before today, I would have turned away embarrassed if he caught me staring.But now I feel compelled to take in his features.

He’s so handsome.Maybe I should be unnerved by his age, but I’m not.He’s forty-two.His age makes him seem more knowledgeable and dominant.It makes me feel even younger, especially considering he has treated me like I’m twelve since I met him.

His hair is the tiniest bit too long.I want to run my fingers through it.His eyes are a deep green that I get lost in when he stares at me with the intensity he often does.He is cleanly shaven this morning, but I like the dark shadow his face gets in the evenings.I want to know what it will feel like against my skin.Will he rub it on my inner thighs?

I never take my eyes off him, and after about a half an hour, he closes his computer and sets it aside before rising and coming toward me.I hold my breath as he approaches, wondering what he might do.

He sits on the other end of the loveseat, bends one leg, and turns his body sideways so he’s facing me.With one elbow resting on the back of the couch, he gives me a devious grin that makes me shudder.

“I’m going to punish you, Little one.”

My heart rate picks up.He said he wouldn’t touch me.Has he changed his mind?

“Turn so that your back is leaning against the arm of the couch with the pillow tucked behind you.”

His request is odd, but I do so.

“Good girl.Now, lower your left leg off the side of the loveseat.”

I slowly obey him, dropping my leg so my foot dangles off the edge of the cushion.

“Bend your right knee and press it against the back cushions, Natasha.”

My tummy flips over.I’m spread wide open, breathing heavily.How is this a punishment?

“Do you feel vulnerable, Little one?”

I nod.

“Lift your dress a few inches so I can see those pretty panties.”

I’m panting as my trembling fingers do his bidding.I don’t know myself.Have I bitten off more than I can chew?

“Good girl.Do you feel naughty?”

“Yes, Sir,” I murmur as I fist the hem of my dress and hold it against my tummy.I love the way he’s looking at me.His eyes are smoldering.

“Bring your hands up to your little breasts and cup them, Natasha.”

I shiver from head to toe, but I’m almost hypnotized.I can’t disobey him.As soon as I cup my breasts, I whimper.

“Flick your nipples with your thumbs, naughty girl.”

I gasp.Can I do this?

“Don’t overthink it, Little one.Do as Daddy tells you.”

The first tap against my nipples makes me gasp.I’m so aroused.My legs are shaking badly.

“Keep your legs open, Natasha,” he admonishes.“Wide.Vulnerable.Naughty.”

How is he so calm?He’s not even flinching.

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