Page 15 of Controlling Natasha

“You are a beast.”

“Anyway, I knew you would be pissed if I didn’t call with an update, so now you know.Kudos.You were right.She’s mine.”

“How many seconds did it take you to figure that out?”

“Point-five,” I admit.

“Good for you.I’m so glad.Be careful.Maybe take things down a notch so you don’t freak her out and send her running.”

“Yeah.I’ll try.”I end the call and head for the shower.I’m more of a morning shower kind of guy, but I might start showering three times a day if I have to deal with this constant hard-on she’s caused.

At ten minutes after eight the next morning, I’m standing outside Natasha’s bedroom door, listening for movement.Nothing.Silence.And only darkness is coming from under the door.

I consider the ramifications of knocking or even trying the handle.I need to be careful.I will blow my chance with this Little girl if I push her too hard.I don’t think I overstepped last night.I tried to watch carefully for signs that she was uncomfortable with my highhandedness.

Okay, uncomfortable isn’t the right word.Iwanther to be uncomfortable—in a squirming kind of way—but I don’t want her to run from me.I only saw signs of intrigue and occasionally arousal on her face.

Now, I’m at a new crossroads.If I invade her privacy, she might be furious.Maybe she sleeps naked and she’s still asleep.Maybe she’s masturbating.That would mortify her, though the idea makes me adjust my cock.That, I would certainly want to watch.

My Little girl is exhausted in general.She’s been burning the candle at both ends for…years.Hopefully, she’s simply sleeping.But what if she’s not?What if something’s wrong or she’s sick?

After a few minutes of deliberation, I knock softly.When I get no response, I knock again.Nothing.Now, I’m a bit panicky.Is it possible she’s not even in her room?Maybe I freaked her out so badly that she left in the middle of the night.

I know that’s not likely.She would have triggered the alarm and sensors.She doesn’t even have a car, so she would have had to call an Uber or a friend.

Finally, I make the risky decision to try the handle.The door is unlocked.I open it a few inches and immediately see my precious girl in bed.The lighting is dim, but she’s definitely under the covers.She’s also not moving, so I’m not interrupting anything that would embarrass her.

I need to know she’s okay, so I step into the room and make my way to her side.She’s so peaceful.Her thick brown hair is spread around her on the pillow.I visualize braiding it one day.Two braids behind her ears with ribbons on the ends.

Her full lips are parted.Her chest is rising and falling.She doesn’t look feverish, but I reach up and stroke her cheek.She’s not warm.She’s exhausted.

I should leave the room.I should back out quietly and let her sleep, but I can’t help myself.I want to stare at her while she has no idea I’m doing so.I need her like a drug addict needs a fix.I wish I could see more of her, but she’s burrowed under the covers.Even her arms are covered.The blankets are up to her neck.I wonder if she was cold.I’ll ask her later.I don’t want her to be cold in her room at night.

Natasha lets out a little whimper that goes straight to my cock.I remove my hand, intending to back up, but her eyes suddenly bolt open.She gasps and sits upright so fast it shocks me.

“I’m so sorry, Little one.I didn’t mean to scare you.”My tail is between my legs.Please don’t let her be pissed.I stroke her hair back from her face because I’m foolish and can’t keep my hands off my Little girl.“I was worried.You didn’t come down for breakfast or respond to my knock at the door.I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Her eyes are still wide and confused as she looks at me.“What time is it?”she asks in a sleepy voice that also runs straight for my cock.I want to hear that tone again and again for the rest of my life.I want to tuck her in at night and be the first face she sees in the morning so I can hear her raspy, morning voice every day.

“About eight-fifteen.”I let my gaze dip to her chest.She’s wearing a pink T-shirt.I wonder if it’s long or if she has on matching sleep shorts.

She gasps.“Eight-fifteen?”Her eyes go even wider.“Oh no.I’m so sorry.I didn’t set an alarm.I’ve never slept this late in my life.”

“Don’t worry, Little one.It’s fine.You needed the sleep.I’m glad you didn’t set an alarm.I’m also sorry I woke you.”

She lifts her small arms to pull her hair back from her face.It’s tumbling all around her shoulders in the sexiest disarray.She groans.“It’s my first morning here, and already I’ve messed up.I swear I’m not this flakey.It won’t happen again.I’ll apologize to Edith and?—”

I set two fingers over her lips and sit on the edge of the bed.“Relax, Natasha.You haven’t messed anything up.You’re fine.”I take her slender shoulders and guide her back down.As soon as her head is resting on the pillow again, I slide one hand to her arm and give a little squeeze.“Look at me, Little one.”

Her lip is trembling, and her eyes are wet with unshed tears.Dammit.I realize she feels like she has to make an impression or I’ll ask her to leave.That’s never going to happen, and she needs to understand.“I know I came on strong last night.I’m Mr.Controlling.”I give her a grin.“But this is your home now, Little one.You live here.No one is going to ask you to leave just because you don’t show up for breakfast.”

She bites her lip, probably to hold back the tears, and nods.

I rub her arm gently.I’d rather thread our fingers together, but that would be too intimate.So I stick to stroking her arm.“Would you like to go back to sleep?”

She shakes her head.

“Would you like me to have Edith bring you a tray with breakfast?”

---