Page 80 of Controlling Natasha

Natasha hasn’t moved.“Good girl.”She’s sprawled out in the middle of my bed—ourbed—legs splayed obscenely wide, our combined come coating the inside of her thighs and sliding out of her sweet cunt.

I set the cloth aside for a minute and trail my fingers down her inner thighs.

“What are you thinking, Daddy?”

“I’m thinking incredibly filthy things.”

She giggles.“Tell me.”

“I want to roll you onto your side, spoon you from behind, and trap you with my arms and my legs.”

“That doesn’t sound filthy.”

“It is if I leave my come running out of your precious cunt because I have this primal urge to leave you marked with my essence.Make you sleep all night with my come dripping out of you.”

“Mmm.That is pretty filthy.You’re right.”She smiles.“It’s kind of hot, though.I love it when you make me do dirty things.”

I growl as I grab the washcloth and clean my Little girl up.“Maybe some other day, but I want you to be comfortable tonight.I want you to sleep hard in my arms.I’ve waited weeks for this.”

She doesn’t argue with me or try to close her legs while I gently wipe away most of the evidence of our lovemaking.My girl’s inhibitions are lowered, letting her keep her legs splayed open.

She keeps making this satisfied purring sound.It’s causing my cock to remain half-hard.

When I’m done, I slide my arms under her, lift her from the bed, and carry her to the bathroom.

“Wow,” she says as she looks around.“This is huge.And that tub…”

“It’s inviting, isn’t it?Tomorrow, we’ll soak in it together,” I promise her as I continue through to the smaller room with the toilet in it.I set her on her feet in the doorway.“Potty, Little one.”

She steps inside and reaches for the door.

I flatten my palm on it and keep it wide open, pointing toward the toilet.

She draws in a deep breath and bites her lip.I can see her hesitation, and I wonder if she’ll push back on this issue.

“No doors between us, Natasha.We’re done with doors.”

Her chest is rising and falling quickly.“Okay, Daddy,” she whispers as she sits her cute little bottom down.It takes her a minute, especially since I’m hovering inches away in the doorway, staring at her.Finally, she pees.

I pull off a wad of toilet paper and hand it to her.

“What?You’re going to let me wipe myself?”she jokes.

I grab her wrist, stopping her while lifting her chin with my other hand.“I know you have a lot of nervous energy right now, but I do not want to spank you tonight.I want you to go to sleep thinking about my cock inside you.Control your sass, Little one.”I take the toilet paper back from her, squat down, and wipe her pussy myself.

She says nothing as she follows me to the sink, where I pin her between my arms and wash our combined hands before putting toothpaste onmybrush.“Open.”

She parts her lips and lets me brush her teeth.While she rinses between my arms, I brush my own.I dry her hands and lips and guide her back to bed, flipping out lights as we go.

“What side do you want me to sleep on?”she asks.

“The center.”

She giggles as she climbs into the middle.

I slide in behind her, pull her into my embrace, and kiss her neck.“I love you, Natasha.”It feels good to say that.It’s been a long time since I’ve said those words.It’s scary, but it’s getting easier.

She’s mine.She’s really mine.I’ll never take her for granted.

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