Page 70 of Controlling Natasha

“And when you make me wear these bras.Even when I think of them, I get horny.”

I kiss her neck.I haven’t kissed her mouth yet, but I need my lips on her.“I won’t make you wear them to class since they distract you, but when we go out like this, I want you to feel naughty under your clothes.”

“I definitely feel naughty, Daddy.”

I give both nipples a firm pinch, loving her little gasp, before releasing them.I help her into a pair of black leggings next, and finally, a short black dress.It has tiny red polka dots all over the material and long sleeves.It’s chilly out.I don’t want her to get cold.

As I adjust the dress, tugging it down so it lands below her bottom, I smile.It fits exactly how I wanted.The top is tight enough that the bra isn’t totally obscured, and I can see the points of her nipples.Most people won’t notice.Plenty of girls wear clothing far more revealing than this, but I’ll know.And Natasha will squirm all day.

“Mmm,” she murmurs as she looks down.When she lifts her gaze to mine, she’s smiling, though.“It’s in the gray area, Daddy.Almost over the line.”

“Good.The gray area, almost over the line, is always my goal.”

“People are going to look at us funny, wondering what a dirty old man like you is doing with a young girl like me,” she teases.

“Hey, now.I’m forty-two.I’m not old.And you’re definitely not a girl.Do you care what people think?”

She shakes her head without hesitation.“Not at all.Let them look.I’m the luckiest Little girl in the world.Any women who see me with you will be jealous, and any men who see you with me?—”

I interrupt her, “Better fucking keep their eyes offmyLittle girl.”

She rolls her eyes.“You’re so silly.”

“Come.I picked out comfy red boots that will keep your feet warm.Let’s get them on you and then head down for breakfast.”

Four hours later, I’m wiping pizza sauce off Natasha’s cheek while she laughs.“This is so good.I haven’t had pizza in forever.How come we never order in?”

“Because we have an amazing cook.She makes a mean pizza, though.I’ll tell her to put it on the menu soon.”

Natasha reaches for her slice and picks it up again, getting sauce on her chin this time.

“You’re so messy, Little girl.Set it down.Let Daddy cut it up for you.”

She puts it back on the plate and waits patiently while I cut it.We’re in a crowded food court.I’m pleased she doesn’t look around to see if anyone’s watching us.

When I’m done, I hand her the fork.“Eat.Then we can play a few more games.”We’ve already done putt-putt and laser tag.“What do you want to do next?”

“Go-karts!I want to drive a pink one, and I’m going to beat you around the track.”

I chuckle.“We can take a pink one if you want, but you’re sitting in front of me inmykart.”

“Why?”She pushes out her bottom lip.“I want my own.”

“And I want you nestled in between my legs with my arms around you.”

She gives me a slow smile.“Okay, you can drive.”

God, I love this woman.She’s just enough in touch with her Little side that she’s rocking back and forth on her bottom and swinging her legs, but not so much that anyone would notice.

I was right about her bra.I love that I can see the hard points of her nipples, but most people wouldn’t look close enough to notice.She’s fully covered, but the bra has no protection, and the dress is tight against her chest.

Fifteen minutes later, I climb into our pink go-kart and help Natasha settle in front of me.I grip her with my thighs and then surprise her.“You steer.I’ll press the gas.”

She twists to look at me.“Really?I get to steer?”

“There’s a catch.”

She narrows her gaze.“There’s always a catch with you.What is it this time?”

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