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“You have no idea.It’s maddening.”

“And so smoking hot.If I had a Daddy who denied me like that, my fingers would be sore from masturbating all the time.”

I bite my lip and fight against a grin.

“What?”

“He ordered me not to touch myself.And he’s put a camera in my room so he’ll know if I do.”

“No!”She nearly jumps out of her seat before lowering her voice.“I’m going to come from that information alone.”She narrows her gaze.“So, what keeps you from doing it anyway and pushing him to the limit?”

I flush deeply as I consider telling her about how he made me touch myself while he watched and then cut me off, leaving me wanting.I don’t think I can share quite that much detail with her, so I shrug.“I’m not willing to find out.He has many evil ways.”

My phone buzzes in my skirt pocket, so I pull it out.There are only two people who message me, and one of them is sitting across from me, so it can only be Mr.Hoffman.“He’s texting me.Hang on.”

My tummy flutters as I look, and I know I’m grinning because no matter what he might say, I get excited when I get messages from him.

I still have him in my phone as Mr.Hoffman, so that’s what I see first before I read the text.

How was class, Little one?

I reply.

Good.You could have warned me you were going to talk to Professor Arnalt, Sir.I was blindsided.

It’s good for you to squirm a little sometimes.I want other members of the community in your court.I don’t like you making isolated decisions.Did he give you Quinten Odell’s card?

Yes, Sir.I will have no privacy with you, will I?

No.None.I have Quinten’s number.Shall I make an appointment for you?

Could you be any more pushy?

Yes.And I will.Would you like to rephrase your last text so it sounds less sassy?Or would you like me to discipline you the way I did yesterday as soon as you walk through the door?

Sigh… I don’t think I need a therapist, Sir.

Everyone benefits from therapy, Little one.Quinten will help you work through anything you might be feeling to make sure you’re making the best decisions.

Okay.Fine.

One more chance to rephrase before you spend thirty minutes in a very uncomfortable position.

I shudder as I quickly respond.

Please make an appointment with Quinten Odell for me, Sir.

Okay, Little one.Have a great rest of your day.I’ll see you at four-twenty-three.

I laugh as I put my phone away.That last part is his way of ensuring I’m ready when Albert arrives to pick me up at four.He’s in full Mr.Controlling mode today.

Simone is grinning at me.“I’m so glad we became friends.”

Chapter12

Natasha

“It’s nice to meet you, Natasha.”Mr.Odell extends a hand to shake mine as I enter his office two days later.I feel like Mr.Hoffman and Professor Arnalt ganged up on me, but I’m here.How bad can this be?

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