Page 38 of Controlling Natasha

“Good girl.Now, go find Simone.She’s probably pacing a hole in the hallway tile.”He grins.

“Okay.Thank you, sir.”I turn around and flee as if the room were on fire.

“What was that all about?”Simone asks as soon as I join her.

“You would not believe me if I told you.”

“Try me.”

“Let’s find someplace to sit before my knees buckle,” I say.

Simone grabs my hand and leads me out of the crowded hallway, into the common area, and over to a relatively secluded study booth in the corner.Luckily, no one is sitting close by.

She’s stunned by my retelling of my interaction with Professor Arnalt.She also swoons a bit, which doesn’t surprise me.I know she’s half in love with the man.Him going out of his way to ensure I’m making good choices is pretty sweet.I just wish it weren’t so humiliating.

Of course, as I should have realized, Simone knows who Quinten Odell is.She belongs to the same club as all three men.

“Enough about Professor McHot.Tell me about yesterday.”She lowers her gaze to my body.“Did you choose your outfit today?”

I roll my eyes.“No.I don’t think he’s ever going to let me choose my own clothes again.”

“Your outfit is adorable.”

“Do you think anyone can tell?”

“That you’re Little?”Simone asks.“God, no.Have you seen all the different clothes women wear around campus?I’ve seen girls who are definitely not Little wearing footed pajamas to class.”She laughs.

I guess she’s right, but I don’t want to catch anyone’s attention.It would be different if I’d been dressing like this for the past four years, but I haven’t.Until I moved in with Mr.Hoffman, I usually wore jeans and T-shirts.For the last month, I’ve been dressed in much nicer clothes, but I’ve tried to keep things low-key.

I’m not as low-key today.I have on a red-and-black plaid skirt, white blouse, red sweater, black tights, and black Mary Janes.I look like a Catholic school girl.

“There is no way to begin to tell you how much more intense he is now that I’ve agreed to let him Daddy me more thoroughly.It’s supposed to be a trial period for a week.I couldn’t have imagined him any more dominant than he was before our confrontation.I was wrong.”

“Have you had sex?”

I shake my head.“No.He won’t touch me until I’m certain I’m willing to commit to being his Little, but I did check with him to make sure he sees me that way.Can you imagine how mortified I would be if he only wanted to Daddy me and didn’t have any interest in me sexually?”

Simone nods.“That would fucking suck.”

“It would be a deal breaker.I might be Little inside, but I’m also a woman.I have needs.”We both giggle.

“Did he dress you himself?”

“No.He hasn’t seen me naked.He sets my clothes out on the vanity in my bathroom each morning.I’m supposed to wear whatever he leaves for me without question.”I glance around to make sure no one is listening and lean in closer.“We fought about my bra this morning for fifteen minutes.If I had been fully his, I’m sure he would have spanked me and made me late for class.”

“Your life is so swoon-worthy,” she says.“He didn’t want you to wear a bra?”

“Nope.He says there’s no way for me to fully engage in a younger headspace if I don’t have one foot in my Little space all the time.He was willing to let me keep my hair down, and I was insistent about wearing a bra to school.”I wince.“He did say he would be making a compromised plan while I was gone, though.”

Simone taps her lips.“A compromised plan… Hmm.”And then her face lights up.“Oh.My.God.”

“What?”

She waves a dismissive hand through the air.“You’ll see.If I told you what I think, it would spoil the surprise.”

“I’m not sure I like quite so many surprises,” I grumble.I suspect I know what Mr.Hoffman is planning though.He mentioned training bras yesterday.Lordy.

“This one will be good.Can’t wait to hear about it tomorrow.Now, aren’t you about to self-combust from sexual frustration?”

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