Daddy: Did you research Daddy Doms, princess?
Briana: Yes.
Daddy: Good girl.I’m proud of you.Then you know not all Daddies expect that sort of thing.
Briana: But do you?
Daddy: No, pretty girl.I don’t have the patience for age play.I’ve never been a Daddy to anyone before.I only know that you seem to need one.A nurturer.Someone to help you make better decisions.
A giant breath leaves my lungs.
Briana: Thank God for that.
I start giggling.It’s beyond mad that I’m so relieved to find out that my stalker’s intentions are to boss me around and give me rules.Not for me to pretend to be a baby.
Daddy: Does this mean you haven’t done your homework, naughty girl?
I flinch.Yeah.It does mean that.I glance at my watch.It’s late afternoon.Plenty of time.
Briana: Starting it now, Sir.
I grab my math book out of my backpack and open it up to chapter two.We’re moving through it so fast, I’m a bit worried I might get behind if I don’t stay on top of things.
Daddy: Good girl.
Why do those two words make my heart race and butterflies take flight in my stomach?Now that I’ve studied about Daddies, I think I’m starting to understand why I enjoy this batshit crazy relationship I have with my stalker.
He’s Daddying me.Who knew I craved such a thing?
Eight
Briana
There’s no way for me to fall asleep.I’m too anxious.I can’t know for sure if my stalker is going to show up tonight.He made it clear that I should always be prepared for the eventuality.And who looks forward to being traumatized in their own bed?
I did my homework.I ate a salad—only because my roommates and I cooked together tonight, and it was happenstance that they were planning to make a big chef salad.My stalker will be pleased.
Daddy…
Daddy will be pleased.
I slid into bed at the ridiculously early hour of ten o’clock with my blindfold on.That’s not the only thing I’m wearing that’s new.I also put on the white tank top and a fresh pair of white cotton panties that were left on my pillow.
I feel exposed in this.The tank top only reaches my panties, and it’s thin enough that it leaves nothing to the imagination.If Daddy pulls my covers down, like he did last night, he will get areallygood idea of what my breasts look like.
My eyes are open behind the blindfold because I’m wide awake.My mind is racing.What am I doing?This is a constant running question in my head.It won’t stop.I’m so deep into this that I’d be too embarrassed to tell a living soul.How would I explain why I never brought it up before?
Minutes tick by.I gradually stop trembling under the covers.I’m absurdly disappointed that he isn’t here.On top of that, I once again turned down an offer to go out with my roommates.It’s the middle of the week, but they found a party they wanted to attend.I told them I had a headache and needed to go to bed.
I’ve begged out of their partying a few times since the first night we went out.There are several reasons why I haven’t joined them.For one, even if I hadn’t met my stalker, the party scene isn’t for me.I don’t like drinking or drunk people.Secondly, I’ve been worried that if I went anywhere with them, my stalker would terrorize me again.Eventually they will stop asking me to join.
They’re gone now, and the house is so silent.Every single creak makes me wonder.
But my stalker is stealthy.I’m totally unaware of his presence until the moment his hand slips over my mouth.A second after that, the bed dips as he sits next to me.
Even though I was expecting him.Hoping.I still squeal behind his palm.It’s a reflex reaction.
He covers my mouth harder, his finger nearly blocking off my nose at the same time.“Shhh.No noises, naughty girl.”