Page 40 of Controlling Natasha

Mr.Hoffman drove me to this appointment, and he’s sitting in the waiting room.That’s not intimidating at all.Nope.Not a bit.I can already imagine him asking me a million questions on the journey home.

“Please sit wherever you’d like.”Mr.Odell waves a hand around his office.

There are two armchairs and a loveseat.I opt for the loveseat and sit rigidly, tucking my skirt under me.I pull my sweater around me and clasp my hands in my lap.

“Please call me Quinten.I prefer to be on a first-name basis with my clients,” he says, taking a seat in a large swivel chair across from me.He’s tall and broad, with a few gray hairs around his temples.His smile is welcoming and friendly.

“Are you cold?”

I shake my head.“No, sir.”

He leans back, studying me as he smiles.“Quinten.”

I bite my lip.I don’t think I can call him by his first name.

“Have you ever had counseling before, Natasha?”

“No, sir.I’m not sure why I’m here now.”

“Do you feel like counseling is only for someone with a problem?”

I shrug.“I don’t know.I’ve never thought about it.”

“Well, I’m of the belief that most people could benefit from a little therapy.Hopefully, I can be someone you can talk to and work through anything that might be bothering you.”

“I don’t think anything is bothering me,” I tell him.

“That’s fair, too.How about I tell you what I already know?This is a slightly different situation than usual because Jameson called me and listed his concerns when he made your appointment, so you’re at a bit of a disadvantage here.I want to clear that up first.Going forward, my loyalty is toyou, not Jameson.You’re the client in my office.Not him.I will not share anything we discuss with him or anyone else from this moment forward.Do you understand?”

“Okay,” I whisper.

He continues, “So, here’s what Jameson told me.He was contacted by his friend, your professor, Camden Arnalt, about sponsoring you for the semester because you were in need of housing.He felt a connection to you immediately and spent a month gradually dominating you in more and more ways until you confronted him on Saturday night about his intentions to be your Daddy.Does that sound accurate?”

“Yes, sir.”

“If any of that is different from your perspective, please correct me.”

“That’s basically how it happened.”

“Did you know anything about age play before you moved in with Jameson?”

“No, sir, but my friend Simone does, so she helped me understand.I’ve done a lot of research.I feel like I have a pretty good understanding of it now.I’m really not sure why I’m here.”I’m nervous and a bit frustrated with Mr.Hoffman and Professor Arnalt for pushing me to see a therapist.

“Jameson wants to make sure you’re making the best decisions and have all the correct information.He’s worried you’re too quick to jump all in as his Little girl.”

“He’s told me that.”

“Tell me about your dynamic.How much time would you say he’s dominating you?”

“Before or since Saturday?”

“Let’s talk about both and how the difference makes you feel.”

“Before Saturday, I would say he was dominating me about eighty percent of the time.It took me a while to fully grasp that because he can sometimes be subtle about it, but that’s probably accurate.”

“Subtle, how?”

I draw in a slow breath.“He has a way of nonchalantly telling me what to do.Most of the time, he masks it under the guise of safety.Like my car.It had a lot of problems when I arrived.Albert took it to a mechanic.”

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