Page 18 of Controlling Natasha

I wish I were that brave.I prefer to blend in so no one notices me, although lately, with my new wardrobe, I’m no longer blending nearly as well.Everyone is used to seeing me in jeans, boring T-shirts, and sweaters.Things I got from a thrift store.I didn’t have much before going to live with Mr.Hoffman, so I wore the same things over and over.

It’s embarrassing how many different outfits I now own, and I rarely wear jeans, mostly because Mr.Hoffman has taken over most of my clothing choices, and he seems fond of dresses.It’s cold out, so I’m wearing pink leggings under my pink dress.I also have on warm pink boots.I’m dressed similarly to Simone, except substitute black for pink and eliminate the makeup.

Mr.Hoffman hasn’t purchased any makeup for me.I have some mascara and eye shadow left that I already owned before I met him, but since my arrival, he’s only replaced my lip gloss—usually with something pink, extremely subtle, and flavored.

The few times I put on any makeup when I first moved in, he kind of frowned and told me I didn’t need it.So, I mostly stopped wearing it.I applied mascara two other times in the last few weeks to test him and see what would happen.He managed to keep his thoughts to himself, but his eyes narrowed when he noticed, and he pursed his lips.

Inside, I laughed.

Outside, my panties got wet.

I get aroused every time he scowls at me.He’s lived up to his nickname: Mr.Controlling.When I do something he doesn’t approve of, he gives me that narrow-eyed gaze with the pursed lips as if he’s struggling to hold his tongue.

When he does verbalize his preferences, my nipples get hard and my clit throbs.However, I’ve realized my reaction is the same from just that disapproving look.The man can dominate me from across a room without saying a single word.Sometimes, I can feel his gaze without turning around.

Simone sips her coffee.“Start talking, girlfriend.”

I draw in a breath as I swirl the mocha latte around the cup.Will Mr.Hoffman notice that I had caffeine?Is that really something a person can tell?I’m barely aware of the effects of caffeine because I’ve rarely had any.My foster family didn’t buy soda.We drank water.I haven’t been able to afford anything like that since I’ve been on my own.

Coffee is something I’ve had so rarely.This mocha latte is delicious, though.I might want to get it again.

“Get out of your head, Natasha.I know you didn’t ask me to sneak off with you like a naughty girl just to sit and stare at your cup,” she jokes.

“You’re right.So, I’ve been researching age play like you suggested.”

“And?”

“I think you’re right.I think Mr.Hoffman is a Daddy Dom.”

Simone chuckles.“IknowI’m right.Every sign is there.Plus, like I told you, he’s a member of the kink club I sometimes go to.So is Professor Arnalt.”She makes a swooning motion again.

Simone has been half in love with Professor Arnalt since freshman year.It drives her crazy that he never gives her any more attention than any other student.In fact, just to entice him, she keeps changing her style.Goth is her current phase, though this one has been going on for a while.

“Have you seen either of them doing stuff at the club?”I ask.

“Doingstuff?”She’s so humored by me.“Like scenes with Littles?No.But they don’t come often.When I see them, I leave immediately.I suspect they do the same.It’s possible there’ve been times they came in and I didn’t notice them, or they left before I could.”

I sigh.“I don’t know.If he is a Daddy, why not just come out and tell me?”

She shrugs.“I think he’s waiting for you.”

I frown.

“He’s giving you time to realize you’re a Little on your own.And you have.In a way, you’re already his Little girl.You have been living that way since you moved in.Everything he does is in the Daddy handbook.He keeps close tabs on you, he took your car and gave you a driver, he created the Littlest room I’ve ever heard of for you, he hovers… I bet there are ten other things I don’t even know.Oh, you have a curfew!That’s so Daddyish, Natasha.And it’s not midnight.It’s nine.”She laughs.

“Well, it’s not like I have places to go.”

“Why don’t you challenge it?You and I could make plans to go out one night.I could even pick you up to make him really nervous.He’d shit a brick if I came to the door dressed like this.”She gestures to her dress.

“We don’t need to give the man a heart attack.”But I’m considering her idea.It’s not a bad one.

“Does he tell you when to go to bed?”

I wince.“Sort of.”

“Does he make sure you do your homework?”

“Yeah,” I admit.

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