Page 60 of Controlling Natasha

“But why?”

“Because I say so.Because my feelings for you are so much deeper than they were when I bought that death trap.”

I giggle.“When you showed me the picture of it a month ago, you said it was the safest sedan on the market.”

He groans.“I changed my mind.It’s a metal coffin.”

He’s joking, sort of, but I don’t want him to spend his life always afraid I might get hurt.“I’m so sorry about Julia.I can’t imagine how hard that was.I’ve only known you for a month, and already I know if anything happened to you, I would be devastated.But we can’t live our lives constantly worrying about death.We have to hope that, for some reason, we will both live to be a hundred.Well, except you.You’ll be a hundred and twenty.”

He laughs.“You’re still not taking the car, Natasha.Albert will drive you.”

“But what if I have to stay late sometimes or go in early?I’m inconveniencing him.I’m sure Albert has better things to do than chauffeur me around.”I have no idea why I’m goading him.I’m just curious about how far he might let me take this.

He stares at me, probably trying to assess how serious I am.“Albert loves driving you.It’s given him a new purpose in life.Just like Edith loves doting on you and cooking for you.They are so glad I’ve finally found someone.I do think Albert is panicking right now, worrying he might have caused a rift between us.”

“It’s not his fault I forgot my backpack.I’ll apologize to him.”

“Yep.I think that’s a good idea.Not for forgetting your backpack, but for sneaking out the door without telling anyone where you were going and then slamming it on the way back and scaring the poor man to death.”

I wince.He’s right.I did do those things.I was mad at Daddy, but I took some of it out on Albert.“I’ll apologize to him.Then maybe I’ll take the car out for a late-night spin.”

Daddy chuckles.“Or maybe it’s time for me to spank your naughty bottom to remind you who’s in charge.”He lifts a brow.

I clench my butt cheeks.I’m not sure I’m ready for that.I’m intrigued but also kind of nervous.What if I don’t like being spanked?

“I’m just kidding, Daddy.I don’t want to drive the car.I’d be afraid I might wreck it.I like it when Albert drives me.It gives me extra time to study and read.I like that you know where I am, that my safety matters to you, and that it gives you peace of mind to know I made it to school safely.”

He blows out a relieved breath.“Good.Let’s table the car discussion.Are we good?Is there anything else you need to tell me?”

“No.I’m good.”

“Now, do you want to go downstairs and apologize to Albert while wearing that bra and shirt?”

I shake my head.“No, Sir.”

“How about you go into the bathroom, take this off, and put on the clothes I left for you?”

“Okay, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”He releases me and stands, taking a step back so fast my head spins.He points toward the bathroom.“Go, Little one, before I lose my nerve and strip you naked myself, right here and now.”

I consider challenging him on that.I think I’d rather he stripped me naked and showed me what he intends to do with his mouth.But that’s scary, and we’d be late for dinner, and I still need to apologize.

And I’m a chicken.

So, I scramble off the bed and rush into the bathroom.

I quickly remove the ridiculous outfit and put on the one Daddy left for me.I calm as I do so, realizing I feel more comfortable in the pale-pink cotton dress, frilly socks, and white flats.

I redo my pigtails so they’re higher and add pink ribbons.When I turn to look in the mirror, I smile.I’m Little.Like really Little.Maybe sometimes I can wear things that are more suitable for a Middle—especially if we’re going somewhere—but when I’m at home, I like the fact that Daddy always sets out clothes that make me feel significantly more Little.

I like how my nipples rub against the inside of my dress and how my hair bounces.I like how naughty it feels to sit on my panties because my dress isn’t long enough to cover my bottom.I like how Daddy makes me spread my legs just because he knows it makes me wet and needy.

I’m happy in my skin, and I’m smiling as I open the door and step into the bedroom.

Daddy is sitting on the bed again, staring at me when I stop.“You always take my breath away, Little one.”He holds out a hand.

I come to him, enjoying the fact that he’s started touching me more.A zing runs through my body when his skin touches mine.

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