Page 82 of Controlling Natasha

I grin wider.“I’ll take it.”I throw my arms around him.

He kisses me.“One more gift.It’s inside.”He takes my hand and leads me into the house and down the hallway toward his office.There used to be a sitting room next to his office, but he’s had it blocked off, with carpenters coming and going, for weeks.He told me he was renovating it.

I’m curious.

When he opens the door, I step inside and stop dead.I don’t even blink.“What is this?”

“Your office, Little one.”He wraps his arms around me from behind.“I feel like I know your style well enough to create the perfect workspace for you.How did I do?”

“It’s amazing,” I murmur as I take it all in.Instead of the dark wood and paneling that was in this room before, it’s all bright.The furniture is white.There’s a huge, modern, sleek desk in the middle of the room, a small table and chairs in one corner, floor-to-ceiling bookshelves on two walls, and cabinets on a third wall.The outside wall used to have two small windows.Now, it’s a glass wall with a view of the backyard.

Daddy points to the wall between our offices.“I had a door put in to connect us, so you don’t have to go to the hallway to get to me.”He kisses my neck.“And vice versa.”

I can’t stop smiling.It’s so pretty in here.“What am I going to do in here?”

“Write a novel, of course.”

I spin around in his arms.“Really?”

“Of course.It’s your passion.I know you’ve been tinkering with ideas.I’ve seen you typing away.I know you weren’t always doing homework or writing a paper for class.”

Nothing gets by this man.

I stare at him, trying not to cry.My own office.

“I also got you the latest computer, a printer, a giant monitor, and an ergonomic keyboard.They will be delivered tomorrow.”

“What if I suck at writing?”

He shrugs.“You’ll come up with something you love.”

“And it has to be something I can do from this room,” I tease, “because you’re not letting me leave the house to get a real job.”

“Exactly.”He’s not kidding.He’s not going to let me stray far from him.He rarely goes into his own office anymore.He has turned more and more of his workload over to his staff.

It’s weird living with someone who’s independently wealthy and doesn’t need to work, but I’m getting used to it.He still micromanages things from the house, but now that I’ve graduated, I bet he will only go into the office on rare occasions.

He kisses me in that panty-melting way of his.The man doesn’t just kiss like regular people.He consumes.He turns my brain to mush and makes it difficult to remain standing.My knees are always weak when he’s done.

I’m marginally aware of him closing the door and locking it, which sends a chill down my spine.He’s still kissing me into submission as he walks me to the center of the room.When my ass hits the desk, he lifts me and sits me on the end.

Finally, he releases my lips and rests his forehead against mine.“I’m glad the monitor and computer haven’t come yet because I’m going to strip this dress off you and fuck you on this desk.It needs to be christened.And every time you sit at it to write, I want you to be thinking about me fucking you right in here.”

I swoon inside.He’s so crude and romantic at the same time.

His hands come to the back of my dress and lower the zipper.I lift my butt so he can pull it off my body.He removes my shoes next, leaving me in the extremely kinky bra-and-panty set.

Daddy puts a hand on the small of my back and lowers me over the top of the desk.

“Uhh… Aren’t you going to take off my panties and bra?”

“No.I want to look at them while I fuck you, Little one.Daddy’s Pussy and Daddy’s Titties.I’m a possessive man.I like the reminder that I own you.”

I glance down at the obscene garments and sigh.I’m not going to change his mind.I don’t even care.Jameson Hoffman does what Jameson Hoffman wants.I accept his kinky ideas and go with them because they’re so titillating, and he loves it when I acquiesce.

Going with the flow, I lift my arms over my head, spread my legs wide, and say, “Take me, Daddy.I want your come on my desk.”

He leaves all his clothes on, only opening his dress pants to let his cock out.He’s even still wearing a tie.It always feels so naughty when he strips me naked or almost naked but remains dressed to fuck me.

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