Page 57 of Controlling Natasha

She does stay in there a long time, though, during which I make no sound.Maybe she’ll think I’ve left.When she finally opens the door, she has changed clothes but not into the outfit I left for her.

She glares at me, grabs her phone from the desk, and stomps to her bed, where she climbs up and sits, leaning against the headboard.She opens her phone and pretends to look at something.

I stand, join her, and perch on the edge of her bed.“Talk to me, Little one.”

“I don’t want to.”She pouts.

I decide to ask a few unrelated questions.“Why are you wearing that particular outfit, Natasha?”

“Because I felt like it.”

“You felt like wearing something that made you feel like a Middle?Or did you just feel like grabbing anything to defy me?”

She shrugs.“You’re the one who likes training bras so much.I’m just making use of the clothes you’ve bought me.If you’re going to buy me things, I should use them.After all, you picked out this bra, this tank top, and these shorts.I assume you wanted to see me wearing them.”

She’s right, though the combination is comical.She is wearing a pink training bra withDaddy’s Girlwritten in red across the front and a white tank top that doesn’t cover the bra and is see-through enough to read the words.Her shorts are cotton, elastic, and yellow.I never would have put that combination together, and she knows it.

“Put your phone down, Natasha,” I request.

She sighs dramatically as she drops it onto the bed next to her before picking up a teddy bear and hugging it to her chest.She pulls her knees up and makes herself a ball against the headboard.

“Thank you.Tell me why you’re so upset, Little one.”

She growls.“I told you not to buy me a car, but you did it anyway,” she shouts.

“Tone, Natasha,” I warn.“No need to yell.”She can be mad, and she can voice her opinions, but she needs to know that I won’t let her shout at me.She can add that to her list of Daddy qualities I possess when making a decision about submitting to me.

She groans.“You’re so frustrating.”

“I can see that you’re frustrated.I want to know why.”

“When did you buy that car?”

“A few days after you moved in.”

“Why?I told you not to.”

“Because I thought you would change your mind.I wanted you to have something reliable.The car you were driving when you moved in was unsafe and not running well, Natasha.”

“You can’t just buy people cars, Mr.Hoffman.”

I wince when she calls me that.“Why not?I have plenty of money.You needed a car.I bought you one.”

“It was supposed to be room and board.Not room, board, clothes, computers, phones, cars, books, bedroom sets, toiletries, stuffed animals…” She hugs the bear and buries her face in its fur.

I keep my voice calm.“You needed all those things, Little one.”

She shakes her head.“I had clothes.I could have gotten a job to pay for any other extras and get my car fixed.I didn’t want to owe you anything.”

I want to pull her into my arms, but that’s not appropriate, and I need to get to the bottom of this.It’s not making sense to me.“You can’t focus well on your classes if you’re also working and not eating well, Little one.You weren’t getting any sleep.”

She drops the bear, fists her hands, and punches the mattress on either side of her.“That’s what students do, Mr.Hoffman.They work, they study, they never get enough sleep, and they eat boxed mac and cheese.”

“I provided you with an opportunity to finish your last semester without worrying about any of that.”

She glares at me.“You can’t buy me, Mr.Hoffman.”

I flinch.Buy her?“Natasha…” Does she feel like I’m buying her love?

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