Page 53 of Controlling Natasha

When we reach my bedroom, he stops and tips my head back with one hand.“I’m serious about pulling stunts with Camden.Do not do anything to jeopardize his career, understood?”

I nod.“I’ll talk to Simone about it.”

“I know your friend has googly eyes for Camden, but he’s a professional.He will not allow himself to do anything to risk his job, especially not by flirting with a woman.”

“Do you think he likes her that way?I mean, if she wasn’t one of his students?”

“It doesn’t matter.Sheishis student, and he’s her professor.End of story.Don’t take risks with his job.”

“Yes, Sir.”I feel like there’s a chance Professor Arnalt is interested in Simone, and Mr.Hoffman would certainly know.Plus, his warning seems important.I will talk to Simone and tell her that it’s imperative to get through the end of the year.

“Now, I left a nightie on your vanity.Go change, brush your teeth, and go potty, then I’ll tuck you in.”

I light up.“You will?”

“Yes.If you’re going to call me Daddy, I better start tucking you in.It’s in the Daddy rule book.”

I giggle before I turn to rush into my bathroom.There are instant flutters in my tummy at the thought of him tucking me in.I can feel him behind me, wandering into my room, but I don’t look back.

I close the bathroom door, strip out of my clothes, drop them in the hamper, pee, brush my teeth, let my hair down, and last, pick up the nightie.The breath catches in my throat.Holy shimoly.He’s left me a nightgown every night this week, but I’ve never seen this one before.

It’s a similar style to the others—dainty, short, and feminine—but this one is nearly see-through.It’s a pale pink with a delicate lace trim and spaghetti straps.When I lower it over my head and step up to the full-length mirror behind the door, arousal consumes me.

It barely covers my pussy and bottom, but that hardly matters since it’s so sheer.My small breasts are high and tight.My nipples are hard points.With my hair tumbling around my shoulders, I look like I could seduce a monk.I can’t believe Mr.Hoffman left this for me to wear on the night he’s also standing in my room waiting to tuck me in.

What does it mean?Will he touch me, finally?

Taking a deep breath, I turn off the bathroom light, open the door, and walk into my bedroom.My heart is racing as I see Mr.Hoffman.He’s standing at one of the windows, staring out into the darkness.The only light on in the room is the lamp next to my bed.

“Sir?”I whisper.

“Get under the covers, Little one.”His voice is deep and sexy.He doesn’t turn around.

My heart is racing as I do as I’m told, though I’m a bit disappointed that he’s not going to see this unbelievably revealing nightie on me.As soon as I’m in bed with the covers pulled over my chest, I murmur, “Okay, Daddy.”

He turns toward me and comes across the room to sit on the edge of my bed.He sets a hand on my thigh over the covers.“Do you like the nightie, Little one?”

My voice is breathy when I respond.“Yes, Sir.I was hoping you were going to see it.”

“I will.Someday.But I wanted you to have it tonight.You were such a good girl today.You deserve a reward.”

“This nightie?”I fail to see how the nightie alone is a reward if he’s not going to touch me.

“Mmm.There’s more to your reward.”

My heart skips a beat.Maybe heisgoing to touch me.Please…

“Are you wearing anything besides the nightie, Little one?”

“No, Sir,” I whisper.

“Good girl.”He removes his hand from my thigh.“Bend your knees and spread them wide.”

The air leaves my lungs, and I’m shaking as I do as I’m told.I feel so open and vulnerable that I arch my hips and moan.

Mr.Hoffman sets his palm on my inner thigh over the covers and applies just enough pressure to drive me wild.How can I be this aroused?No one is touching me or seeing my body.

“Slide your hands under the covers, Little one,” he commands in a gravelly voice.

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