Page 8 of Controlling Natasha

Her cheeks darken further.I need to back off.I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable around me.If I’m right, and she’s Little, then I’ll be a lucky man.Of course her being Little doesn’t mean she’ll want me as her Daddy.But again, if I somehow manage to convince her to give that a try, I’ll be the luckiest man alive.But she needs time.I can’t pressure her.She needs to come to those conclusions on her own.

I’m confident I’ve made her squirm, but for now, I’m supposed to be someone who is offering her a place to sleep.It absolutely doesn’t come with strings attached.I might not be able to stop myself from gently Daddying her and guiding her toward discovering something new about herself, but I will not make her think she has any obligations toward me.

I take a step back.“I’ll leave you to relax.I already set up the computer so you should be good to go.I set up the phone, too, and put my number in it just in case you need anything.”

“Thank you, sir.”She rubs her hands together in front of her.

“Dinner is at seven in the dining room, but you don’t need to stay in your room, Natasha.Feel free to roam the house.Nothing is off-limits to you.Explore if you want.I’ll be in the library if you need me.Edith is usually in the kitchen.And you never know where Albert might be, but he has a sixth sense.He’ll materialize when you need him.”

Her smile lights up the room.“Thank you.”

I tap the door frame and step away.It might be one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.What I want to do is take her hand and give her a tour of the entire mansion.I want to show her where I used to hide from my nanny when I was three and where I fell and broke my arm when I was seven because I was running in the house.

I want to pull her into my arms and inhale the scent of her.I want to lift her onto my lap in the library and read to her from one of those old classics.I bet she would enjoy Jane Austen or Charlotte Brontë.

I’m grinning as I return to the library.Part of me hopes Natasha will join me there.The saner part of me knows I need to back off and give her space.I can nudge her and guide her in the direction she seems suitable for, but that’s it.

It’s been so long since I’ve had a Little girl.Ten years.Sometimes, I scene at Surrender with Littles—spanking or disciplining them during a prearranged scene—but I haven’t had one in my home.

And you don’t know for sure you do now either, Jameson.

Camden has known Natasha for a few years.He wouldn’t have sent her here if he didn’t strongly believe she has Little tendencies.He can be a pushy bastard at times, trying to entice me out of my shell, but he’s no better.He doesn’t have a permanent Little either.

I’m tempted to point that out to Camden one of these days and ask him point blank what’s up with the student he sometimes mentions as though she’s no big deal to him.I’ve suspected otherwise for a while.I also wonder if Natasha knows her.

I was itching to set some rules while I was in Natasha’s room.I barely held my tongue.I’m sure I won’t be able to avoid testing the waters during dinner, though.I’ll start with some that are less obvious so she doesn’t find out what a controlling bastard I can be.

I drop into my favorite armchair and rub my chin.I really am controlling.Deeply controlling.I like my Littles to obey me in every way and squirm while they do it.

I didn’t miss her reaction when I told her not to climb the ladder in the library.She was affected and not in a bad way.I’ll mask the next few rules under the veil of safety also.After all, safety is my primary concern.It was before Julia’s accident, and it’s undoubtedly worse now.

“Sir?”

I lift my gaze as Albert steps into the room.“How many times have I told you to call me Jameson, Albert?”I growl at him.

“About ten thousand, sir.”He smirks.

“And why don’t you?”We have this chat about once a week.

“It’s not in my nature, sir.I called your father sir, and I won’t be able to break the habit.”

I shake my head.

“I brought Natasha’s things up to her room.She doesn’t have much.”

“As I suspected.I arranged for Delilah to come tomorrow.”

“Good.I wanted to make sure you were aware.She’s very humble.I don’t get the impression she will ask for anything.”

I nod.“I get that feeling, too.We’ll just have to stay one step ahead of her and make sure she has everything she needs.”

“Also, sir, there’s the matter of her car.It’s… I’m not sure how she even got it here.”

I sigh.She’ll shit if I buy her a car.“How about if you pretend to take it to a repair shop tomorrow and then drive her to classes starting Monday.We can put it off for a bit until it feels like she will be more amenable to a new, safer vehicle.”

Albert grins.“That was going to be my suggestion.I’ll take it to Morton’s Autobody and tell them to take a look but sit on it for a while.”

“Good.”That’s a relief.I don’t like the idea of Natasha driving at all, but I won’t have her driving a hunk of junk that might break down and leave her stranded.

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