Page 28 of Controlling Natasha

“Because it makes you squirm when I dominate you.The further I push you, the deeper you feel it.I want to own your body.I want to make you scream with pleasure.I want to consume you, Natasha.”

My stomach is upside down.My nipples hurt.My clit is pulsing against my panties.“That’s a lot.”

“Yes.That’s why I need you to think hard before you commit to being my Little girl.”

“I don’t think I understand what other rules you could possibly give me.”

“How about if I give you a sample tomorrow?I’ll dominate you deeper than I ever have.Then you’ll understand better.Age play is a power exchange.I can dictate all the rules I want, but in the end you consent or not, Little one.”

I frown.“It doesn’t sound like I’d have any say in anything.”

“Ultimately, you have the right of refusal.You have to make a choice to submit to me.I can’t take that from you.I can’t force it.That’s not healthy BDSM.It’s your decision.When you’re ready to make that commitment, you’ll let me know.Then, you’ll call me Daddy.Only then will I touch you.”

My head is spinning.It’s overwhelming.“Yes, Sir.”

“Go to bed, Little one.”

I stand on shaky legs.

“One more thing.”

“Yes, Sir?”

“I don’t want a repeat of last night.I’m going to impose your first rule starting now.Keep your fingers away from your pussy.You don’t have permission to touch yourself.”

My face heats as I stare at him in shock.

“Do you have a vibrator or any other toys in your room, Natasha?”

I’m going to collapse.I grab the arm of the couch.“No, Sir.”

“Can you obey that rule while we explore this together?”

I have to tell him the truth.His assumptions are wrong.Misguided.“I wasn’t touching myself last night, Sir,” I whisper.

He lifts a brow.

My mouth is so dry.“I’ve never, uh, done that, Sir.”

There are several seconds of uncomfortable silence.“You’ve never played with your little pussy, Natasha?”

I shake my head, making myself dizzy.“Before I met you, I never felt the kinds of things I’m feeling now,” I admit.

“So, you haven’t had sex?”

“I’ve never even been kissed.”I’m mortified, but he needs to know.

He draws in a breath and runs a hand down his face.

“I’m sorry, Sir.”I think he’s disappointed.

He flinches.“Natasha, don’t be sorry.You’re so fucking perfect in every way.I can’t believe I get to have the honor of teaching you about pleasure.I’m humbled and so pleased.”

I bite my lip.My knees are going to buckle.My panties are soaked.

“I’m curious.What were you doing when I came to your room last night?”

“I… I was trying on one of my dresses, and I wanted to see how I would look if I put my hair in pigtails.”

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