Page 54 of Controlling Natasha

I can’t breathe.I’m going to hyperventilate.My hands are trembling as I lower them to my stomach.Wetness is leaking out of me.My pussy is wide open and greedy.

“Good girl.”He rubs my thigh with his thumb.“Such a good girl.”

I stare at him, panting.

“Push your nightie up over your little breasts, Natasha.”

I slide my hands under the thin material and ease it up until my boobs are exposed to nothing but the sheet above them.This is so hot.So oddly titillating.

“Good girl,” he praises again.“Play with those little nipples for me.Don’t pinch them.Just tease them with your thumbs.Graze over them.Make them hard.”

I hold his gaze as I touch myself.My legs are trembling.My sex is throbbing.My clit feels swollen.When I try to lift my hips again, Daddy holds my leg down, preventing me from squirming.

“Don’t touch your clit yet, Little one.I know you need contact, but don’t rub it against the sheet.”

He knows that’s what I need.I’m going to die if I don’t get relief soon.I’ve never felt this aroused.Not even when I played with my nipples in the mirror that night.

“How do you feel, Natasha?”he asks in a soft sexy voice.

I whimper.“So horny, Sir.”

“Slide one hand down to your pussy, Little one.”

I do as I’m told, as though he’s a puppet master and I’m a marionette.I can’t disobey him.I don’t want to disobey him.I will obey him for the rest of my life because it feels so good to submit to him, and he’s so dominant.

“Drag your middle finger through your folds.”

I moan as the sensations spiral out of control.This is not how I saw things happening when I put this nightie on.As usual, he’s surprising me.

“Are you wet, Natasha?”

“So wet, Sir.”

“Circle your clit for me.”

I try to arch again.

He shifts his weight and turns more toward me before suddenly lifting his hand and placing both hands on my inner thighs.His face is closer to mine.He’s holding my gaze hostage.He’s restraining my thighs so wide that my vision blurs.

“Daddy…” I moan.

“Have you ever put a finger in your pussy, Little one?”

I shake my head.He knows I have not.

“What’s been inside your tight channel, Natasha?”

“Tampons, Sir.”

“Good.Don’t enter yourself tonight.Save that for Daddy.Just stroke your folds and play with your clit.”

I groan as I resume touching myself.My other thumb flicks my nipple over and over as if it’s operating on its own accord.My clit is so sensitive that I would fly off the bed if he weren’t pinning me down.

A ball of pressure is building inside me.It needs release.I stroke my clit faster and faster.I don’t need more wetness, but it’s running between my legs.I want to thrust my fingers inside me.No, I want Daddy to do it.But he told me no, so I focus on my clit until I can’t think about anything except the climb, the build, the unknown.I’m going to explode.I’m so close.I can’t see, breathe, or think.

“Come for me, Natasha.Come on your fingers.”

I fly apart.The pressure erupts in pulsing waves of intense pleasure that I’ve never experienced before.It feels so good.When it finally subsides, I’m breathing heavily and smiling.

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