Page 35 of Controlling Natasha

“Did you touch your little nipples like this the other night, Natasha?”

I nod.“But not for this long, Sir,” I murmur.

“You may only touch them when I instruct you to from now on.Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you know what’s happening upstairs in your room while we’re in the library, naughty girl?”

My eyes widen.What is he talking about?

“A man is installing a security camera in the corner of your bedroom.”

I stop breathing.My fingers stop moving.I’m frozen as I try to absorb his words.Surely I’ve misunderstood him.

“You heard me.It’s like a nanny cam.It’s motion sensitive.I’ll be able to check it and make sure you aren’t touching yourself without permission.”

My face is so hot it’s going to catch on fire.The thought of Mr.Hoffman watching me makes me quiver.It’s so wrong.I should be incensed and tell him so.Instead, I say nothing as I imagine him staring at me in the night.

“I won’t be able to see you in the bathroom.Just the bedroom.Which means you need to get in and out of the bathroom without lingering in there.Understood?”

I nod, but I don’t think I’ve blinked or breathed since he mentioned the man in my room.

“I won’t see you bathing, using the potty, or changing clothes, Little one.It’s only meant to keep you from masturbating in bed.”

I’m certain I’m going to slide right off the side of the loveseat and become a pool of liquid on the floor.

“Keep rubbing those nipples, Natasha.”

I flick them again.They’re so sensitive.

“Does that feel good, Little one?”

“Yes, Sir.”My voice quivers.

I want it to be him touching me.I want to feel his fingers on my breasts.I’ve wanted that for a few weeks.

“Don’t stop until I tell you to, Natasha,” he orders.

I jump and resume stroking my nipples.I feel so very Little and naughty.How is this a punishment?

“That’s a good girl.Touch them lightly.Just a tiny flick.Now, bring one hand down to your panties and stroke your middle finger over the cotton across your clit.”

There’s a low humming in the room, and I realize it’s coming from me.The moment I tap my clit for the first time, I cry out and lift my hips off the cushion.

“Shh…” Mr.Hoffman waggles a finger at me.“No noises.We’re in the library.You don’t want Edith or Arthur to come and check on you, do you?”

I shake my head and purse my lips.I’m glad the back of the loveseat faces the door.If anyone walked in, they wouldn’t even see me lying here.

“Does it excite you to think someone might catch you touching yourself?”

It does.I’m such a naughty girl.I nod.

He smiles.“You have no idea how sexy you are.Stroke your clit again.Keep your pussy covered with your panties, though.”

He’s evil.He’s evil, and I love it.This is so dirty.I’ve never touched myself at all, and Mr.Hoffman is making me do it in the library of all places.I’ll die if I get caught.

“Shhh… Quiet, Little one.No noises.”

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