Page 33 of Controlling Natasha

“Would you like to curl up in the corner of the couch and read for a while, Little one?”

I nod, making my pigtails fly.

He chuckles, guides me to the corner of the loveseat where I usually sit, and points to the cushion.“Climb up.I’ll get the book you were reading.”

It’s nearly impossible to keep my panties from showing.The dress is too short.It’s intentional.I don’t know why I care since Mr.Hoffman picked out my panties in the first place.

He hands me the book and then squats down to remove my shoes, leaving me in my frilly socks.“There.Now you can curl your feet under you.”

He doesn’t move from his crouched position as I try to gracefully pull my legs up and tuck them under the dress.I’m sure he gets an eyeful.

With one hand on the arm of the loveseat and the other on the cushion next to me, Mr.Hoffman is surrounding me without touching me.“You can read for an hour, and then you need to do your homework.How much homework do you have to get done today, Little one?”

“A few hours.I’m working on a paper.”

“Okay.Let’s get that started at ten.If you get it done before lunch, great.If not, you can work on it again after naptime.”

I giggle.“Naptime?”

“Absolutely.I want you to rest for an hour after lunch.It’s good for Little girls to take naps.You’ll feel better afterward, and you won’t get crabby later in the day.”

I giggle again as I squirm and try to adjust my dress.

“Leave your dress alone, Little one.”

“It’s…” I don’t even know what to say.

“Is it itching you someplace?”

“No.Every time I move, it rubs against my nipples.”

“That’s half the fun, Little one.”He grins.“When we add a physical component to our relationship, it will getmuchworse.”

I squirm again.

He grins.“If you were ready to be my Little girl right now, I would hold you in my lap while you read.I would also train you to sit still while I slide my hand under your dress and tease those little nipples mercilessly.”

My breath hitches, and I grip my thighs together.I want that.I want to sit on his lap.I want him to touch me.I want him to lower me onto my back on this loveseat, push my dress over my chest, and suckle my nipples until I’m writhing and so needy I can’t last another moment.

I have no idea what dirty things Mr.Hoffman craves.Now that all bets are off and he’s let loose, he’s going to torture me with future promises.“I could cave and ask you to be my Daddy right now, you know.”

He shakes his head.“Not today.Not this week.If at the end of the day, you decide you want to explore this dynamic further, we’ll turn our trial into a week.I’ll want you to take some time to focus on how it feels to submit to me deeply without adding sex to the equation.We can talk about it again next Sunday.”

I push out my bottom lip.

He chuckles.“That pouty lip won’t work with me, naughty girl.”

“What if I misbehave and disobey you so you need to spank me?”

“I’ve released a monster, haven’t I?”

I shrug my shoulders and tip my head to the side coyly as if I have any idea how to flirt or try to lure a man.

He groans.“If you do naughty things, I’ll keep a tally and spank you at a later date.”

I sigh dramatically.“Fine…”

He taps the book.“Read.Be good.”He rises and moves to the chair across from me.A moment later, he has his laptop open on his thighs, pretending to work.I know it’s not possible, not with me staring at him.He’s faking it.

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