Chapter 15
Jameson
This evening is going to be an interesting experience. It’s the first time Natasha has invited a friend over, and I’m not certain suggesting she do so while we’re in this odd transition stage was my best idea.
I made the suggestion because I wanted to break the tension in the SUV last night, and that was the first thing that came to mind. Something that would shake Natasha out of her musing and perhaps be a pleasant surprise at the same time.
Simone is a loose canon in this. She’s unpredictable. Natasha is extremely predictable, though. And she has to be expecting me to discipline her for the slightly naughty behavior in Camden’s office.
I’m pleased that Natasha is beginning to feel comfortable enough to get up to some naughtiness. I’m also glad she’s keeping it light and fun. So far, to the best of my knowledge, she’s never done anything so naughty that it would require actual consequences.
I don’t want to go too hard on her for their visit to Camden’s office because there’s zero percent chance Natasha instigated it. She would never do such a thing. On top of that, there’s a good chance she was blindsided by Simone.
I hear the front door open and head out to the foyer to greet her. “How was your day, Little one?”
She shrugs. “It was fine.”
I want to pull her into my arms when she comes home from school, but we’re not there yet. Last night’s impromptu hug was necessary because she was so emotional. It’s not appropriate just because she walked through a door.
“Simone will be here any minute,” she tells me.
“You should go on upstairs and change before she gets here. I’ll let her in and show her to the library. As an English major like yourself, I bet she’ll enjoy my library as much as you do.”
“She will.” Natasha doesn’t move for a moment. “Couldn’t I just wear my school clothes while she’s here?”
“Did I say that was an option?” I lift a brow.
Her shoulders drop. “No, Sir.”
“Simone is your friend. I’m going to assume she knows more about you than I do. I also bet you don’t have many secrets from her. So, she’s not going to be shocked if you spend the afternoon wearing clothes suitable for a younger headspace.”
Natasha hesitates before licking her lips. She has something important to say. “She’s a good friend, and she has helped me understand myself—and you—much better. I really like her. I did show her my bra between classes, but I did not tell her how you disciplined me on Sunday. I was too embarrassed, and that was way too personal.”
I step closer and gently hold Natasha’s chin with two fingers. “Thank you for telling me that, Little one. I won’t mention it in front of her. My goal is to make you squirm. If something is truly too embarrassing for you, I will not force you to endure it. Having pink cheeks because I’m intentionally reprimanding you in front of Edith is meant to make your panties wet. Talking about you stroking your pussy while I watch is going too far.”
She relaxes visibly in front of me. “Thank you, Daddy.”
I swallow hard. I don’t want to make a big deal out of her calling me Daddy. She’s only done so a few times before. The first was more of a slip. The second was sassy. This time it’s natural, and my chest tightens. I lick my lips. “You’re welcome, Little one. Now, go change before she gets here.”
She rushes over to the stairs and hurries up them. She’s perfected speed walking so that she won’t get in trouble for running in the house.
She’s barely out of sight before the doorbell rings. I answer it and smile at Simone. “Hello, Simone. Come in.” I shut the door and take her coat just as Albert arrives.
“Doing my job again, I see, sir,” he jokes. “You’re going to get me fired one of these days.”
I laugh.
He takes the coat from me and gives Simone a kind smile and nod. “You must be Simone. I know Natasha is looking forward to your study date.”
As Albert shuffles off, I gesture toward the hallway. “I told Natasha I would show you to the library.”
“You have a library, sir?”
“I do. Natasha finds it quite impressive, but maybe she’s been blowing hot air up my ass.”
Simone giggles. “I don’t think Natasha is capable of telling a fib, not even to make someone feel better about themselves.”
“You have a point.” We reach the library, and I wave Simone in before me. Just like the first time Natasha saw it, Simone’s eyes are wide with wonder as she spins around in a slow circle, taking it all in.
She may have a naughty side, but underneath, I’m confident she’s just a Little girl in need of a Daddy. Too bad Camden can’t even entertain the idea without breaking several ethical codes of conduct because I’m sure he’d enjoy a naughty Little girl like Simone very much.
Natasha rushes into the room before I have a chance to say anything else to Simone. She’s breathless.
“Were you running in the house, Little one?”
She shakes her head. “Nope, I was speed walking. I’ve heard it’s safer.”
I chuckle. So this is how things are going to go down? Natasha has brought her sassy side to the party. Interesting.
Simone faces her. “Oh, I love that dress. It’s so pretty.”
Bless Simone for breaking the ice and putting Natasha at ease about the clothes I chose for her. The dress is pretty. It’s lavender and has delicate lace along the hem and puffy sleeves. It’s barely long enough to hide her panties, which I set out, so I know they are yellow. I’ve done that on purpose so there would be no mistaking them if she flashes a hint, and she knows it.
She’s got matching frilly lavender socks on and the white flats she often wears. Somehow, in the very short time she was gone, she even managed to put her hair in pigtails, but she’s carrying the lavender ribbons.
“Thank you.” She turns to face me and holds out the ribbons. “Will you put these in my hair, Sir?”
“I’d love to.” I take them from her and tie pretty bows in each pigtail. “There. I told Edith you two would be working at the kitchen table. That way, you can spread out and have plenty of space. She’s prepared some snacks, and, Simone, you’re welcome to stay for dinner.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t want to impose.”
“It’s no imposition at all. Edith loves to feed people.”
Natasha steps toward the door. “Come on. You’re going to love the kitchen. It always smells so good in there. Edith makes the most delicious food.”
“Be good,” I say. “I’ll check on you two in a while.”
I watch as Natasha nearly skips out of the room. I’m grinning like a loon because she’s pleased and in a good mood. I won’t do too many things to embarrass her this afternoon. I want her to feel like she can have Simone over without me constantly hovering.
Forcing myself to leave the girls alone, I head for my office and check my emails for an hour before I can’t stand it another moment and wander toward the kitchen.
As soon as I step into the bright room, the scene takes my breath away. Simone and Natasha are both sitting on the wall side of the table, facing the room. They have their laptops open, several notebooks, flashcards, and a pile of books.
They’re giggling, but it looks like they’re studying, too. There’s a fresh plate of oatmeal cookies between them and—bless Edith—two sippy cups of milk. I ordered the sippy cups and added them to the Little section of the kitchen cabinets, but I haven’t introduced one to Natasha’s routine yet.
Edith is chopping vegetables at the island, probably for dinner. She looks up and smiles. “Hey, Jameson.”
The Littles look at me next.
“How’s the studying going?” I ask as I approach the other side of the table.
“Good,” Natasha says.
I set my palms on the table and glance at their messy spread.
Simone says, “Edith makes the best cookies ever. I’d ask if I could move in, too, but then I remembered your nine o’clock curfew and changed my mind.”
I chuckle. Simone is so sassy. Will it rub off on Natasha? “I can only manage one Little girl, anyway. Sorry.”
Simone shrugs. “Edith says I’m welcome to come over to study any time I want. I think she enjoys my sense of humor.”
I laugh again. “You mean she enjoys your sassy side?”
“Tomato, tom-ah-to.”
“You are welcome to study here any afternoon you’d like, Little one, but Natasha is grounded indefinitely from riding in your car. And I don’t want to catch you encouraging Natasha to intentionally misbehave.” I lift a brow.
Natasha shoots me a glare. “Getting home late on Saturday night was my idea. Not Simone’s.”
“Whose idea was it to visit Professor Arnalt during his office hours to ask him frivolous questions?”
Simone sighs. “That was mine. Natasha didn’t know I was going to do that.”
I look toward Simone and use a more serious voice to say, “Be careful, Little one. There are only a few months left of school. Don’t get yourself in trouble for an ethical violation. It’s not worth it.”
She holds my gaze and nods. “Okay, Sir.”
It’s time to make my Little girl squirm. I turn to her. “Natasha, where do your legs belong?”
She sucks in a breath as her cheeks pinken.
“Answer Daddy, Little one.” I don’t just want her to spread her knees. I want her to verbalize it.
She licks her lips. “Around the legs of the chair, Sir,” she whispers with a full-body shiver.
I wish I could see her nipples or had the right to reach between her thighs and check how wet her panties are. Soon. “And your knees?”
She swallows. “Spread open, Sir.” I can barely hear her, but she obeys me.
“Good girl. I’ll let you get back to studying. Simone, dinner is at seven. Will you stay?”
Simone’s eyes are wide, and she looks almost as aroused as Natasha. I know she’s not specifically interested in me. I suspect her eyes are only glassy when it comes to Camden. But the scene unfolding around her has her titillated. “Sure, but how does Natasha manage to swallow her meals with you dominating her like that?”
Simone doesn’t hold back what’s in her head. It’s bold and humorous. This is the first time I’ve spent any length of time with her, and I’m starting to truly believe she would be the perfect Little girl for Camden.
Camden has spoken of her often. He never goes into great detail, though I’ve always suspected he’s intrigued. His hands are tied until she’s no longer in his class, though. He’s a rule follower. There is no way he would violate school policy for any woman, not even a sassy Little girl who would have him spinning.
I answer Simone’s question literally. “Natasha cleans her plate because that’s one of my rules. She’s usually a rule follower because she doesn’t relish the idea of being disciplined.”
“I guess I better stay for dinner just so she doesn’t have to paint the picture for me of what dinners are like in the Hoffman household.”
I chuckle and shove off the table. Damn, she’s sassy. “Back to work, girls.”
Before I even leave the room, Simone is whispering loudly to Natasha. “Girl, now I understand why you call him Mr. Controlling. That man is intense.”