The Bus Driver

The ticket machine beeped as I tucked my bus pass into my coat pocket, quickly making my way to the seat a few steps away from me. I had come to like my seat on the bus. I was one of the only people who travelled the route this early in the morning heading towards campus. From my seat I had a clear view of the driver. The man I had been hopelessly infatuated with since my first day two months ago.

It was my mission every morning and evening to sneak glimpses of him whenever I could. The tight shave of his head leading to a patch of luscious black hair on top, neatly gelled so it didn't get in his eyes during his shift; dark ink surrounding that thick neck; the multitude of piercings curling up his ear and that single studded eyebrow that quirked up when I was staring too much, telling me he knew I was looking at him.

He was magical. I had fantasised about what the man could do, what he would be like to speak to, what would his voice be like? Would it be deep and husky? My thoughts were nowhere near innocent as I felt the blush creep up my neck, imagining his tattooed fingers firmly gripping my neck and whispering the filthiest things in my burning ears.

I adjusted myself on the seat, grounding my ass into the cushion as my stomach fluttered with desire. Reaching into my bag, I found my book I had been reading, another one Aurelia had incessantly babbled about. Admittedly, the woman knew her books.

It wasn't long before the bus pulled up down the road from the campus. It was a small campus, surrounded by a few large buildings for lectures and classes, a huge courtyard at the front and a parking area at the back of the buildings. It was my home away from home. If I wasn't working at the restaurant, I was studying, and if I wasn't studying I was at home watching my anime. My life was quite orderly and for some, very boring. But, it worked for me.

"Thank you." I kept my head low as I walked passed the driver's cubicle and took my last peek at him. Every time it was the same, he would simply look at me with the most deadpanned, bored expression till I was off the bus. He'd press the button to close the doors and off he went. No second thought about it.

A heavy sigh made the cold November air puff out around me. He was swoon-worthy with his piercing grey eyes, alabaster skin and lips set in a harsh line. That black fleece did nothing to hide what I knew to be a set of heavily muscled arms and a chest I could just imagine was covered in the darkest of inks.

My thighs clenched as my panties soaked further. Walking along the path leading to campus was awkward as I tried to keep my mind from wondering to my bus driver. I didn't even know his name! It drove me crazy the first few weeks because I had wanted to know his name so badly. I mean, it's pretty difficult trying to fantasise about a person when you don't know what to call them. I had settled, very embarrassingly at first, for Daddy. When I had spoken to Aurelia and Eve about it, they had both enthusiastically pushed me to call him 'Daddy', and it stuck. Now two months later, I couldn't really imagine his name to be anything else.

The lecture hall was slowly filling up, two of my new friends sat with me as we went over the first assignment we had due in a few weeks. Jasmine was a nice girl with a larger than life personality, albeit more pessimistic with each passing day. Angela was a bubbly character with an anxious fixation for the assignments being handed in before the due dates. Case and point, she had already completed and handed hers in.

They were a good pair to be around during our study times and they motivated me endlessly when all I wanted to do was nap or watch trash TV.

The day dragged on, considering we only had to be on campus till noon each day, it felt like an eternity! When Simon, the leathered and ancient looking lecturer at the front ended his speech, everyone was already half way out the door. Jasmine and Angela said their goodbyes; they lived together on campus so it was an easy walk for the two of them. I made my way towards the main road, taking the twenty minute walk into town where my shift at the restaurant would start for the afternoon and evening.

It was a simple job, one where at the end of the night I got a free plate of food from Dan, the head chef. He was a ginger asshole but he was a big softy once he warmed up to you. It was our nightly routine for him to clean down the kitchen while I cleared out the front, before he'd make me sit down on the high top bar and tell me to eat. Always a fresh plate with some veggies, meat and a sweet treat on the side, but "only if you eat all your veg." is what he would say before locking up the windows and doing his thing behind the bar. He was the owner, it was his pride and joy being at the restaurant each day.

"You sure you're alright getting home lass?" Dan had lit his nightly cigarette as he pulled the shutter down. He asked me this every time I worked, making me smile and playfully roll my eyes.

"I'm fine Dan! I'll send a message as soon as I'm home." My response each time as I pulled my scarf tighter around my mouth and nose. It was supposed to snow in the next few days.

Dan gave me the look he always did, that 'ok, but I don't like it' look. He gave me a sharp nod and opened the door next to the shutters, his apartment was above the restaurant.

I waved him off as he stood there puffing on his cigarette as I made my way back to the campus bus stop. The bus I needed skirted around the town, meaning I had to head back to campus each time to take the bus home.

It was dark and cold, the wind icy against the thin slither of my face showing between my scarf and hat. As I approached the bus stop, I saw a figure standing under the street lamp. It was unusual for someone to be getting the last bus, I had gotten used to me being the only one on my journeys.

The man was covered in a long winter coat, a striped scarf neatly draped over his neck and a hat sat snugly on his head. He was quite handsome as I stood a few feet away from him, waiting for the bus to pull up. The road illuminated as the bus turned the corner. I couldn't wait to get roasty-toasty!

There was a whoosh as the doors opened, Daddy sitting in the cubicle with a hard glare on his face as the man next to me stepped up and paid. It was only a few seconds, but I took the chance to admire his full face, it wasn't often I got to see Daddy in his entirety. My mouth drooled at the thoughts pushing their way through my mind. Tonight was Wednesday, he'd be taking his ten minute break a few stops down the road. I loved Wednesdays!

He'd pull the bus up at the stop, get out the cubicle and stretch his arms above his head making his fleece ride up and give me the best view of the week; that happy trail in-between two defined lines leading straight into his jeans. He'd take out a sandwich and snack on it, his angular jaw working overtime to make my ovaries explode as I'd watch him. Then! Then he'd take out a bottle of water and gulp down half of it, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down leisurely. I had never wanted to be a sandwich or a bottle of water until I saw Daddy have his ten minute break the first time.

"Are you getting on?" It was deep, it was husky, it was just as I imagined it would be. My mind went into overdrive as I frantically dove into my pockets for my bus pass, watching as that pierced eyebrow rose up and his eyes hardened.

Fuck, I bet he's hard all over. I dropped my pass as I heated up with the thoughts bombarding me. He'd never spoken to me before, I'd never heard him say anything till now. 'Are you getting on?' his question teased my inner ears as an image of me sitting in his lap materialised.

I picked up my bus pass with shaky fingers, clutching it in a death grip and tapping it on the ticket machine. He held my gaze, his eyes piercing into my soul, as if he knew exactly what I'd been thinking and he disapproved of it entirely.

I bet he'd spank me. Tell me I'm naughty for having such dirty thoughts of someone I don't even know.

"Tell Daddy you're sorry for being a naughty girl." He'd tease me with another firm spank to my bare ass.

"I'm sorry Daddy." I'd whisper out.

His head tilted to the side, his pierced brow arching further as a smirk took place on his lips. My eyes widened at my mistake.

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Fuck sake you absolute idiot!

I wanted the ground to swallow me whole as my face burnt me alive, my ears ringing as I ducked my head and made my way to my seat. Sitting heavily down, I refused to look up, tucking myself further into my scarf and brining my hat down over my ears.

I couldn't believe I actually said that to him. What on Earth was wrong with me? Who does that?

I continued to have a stern word with myself, refusing to look up when the bus stopped to let the man off the bus and utterly refusing to look when it stopped a second time for his ten minute break. I couldn't do it, I was already mortified.

But that smirk! I melted all over again now that he was outside doing his usual routine. The image of that surprisingly playful smirk plastered itself all over my vision.

The whoosh of the doors closing alerted me that we were about to move again. I gripped onto the bottom of my coat, my knuckles white as I tried not to look up at him.

I wonder how he'd respond to other things.

Like what? You telling him you want him to spank you? Rail you into one of the cushioned chairs of the bus?

Would he keep that bored expression? Would he smirk? I bet he has perfect teeth.

I could feel myself easing into my swoony ways again. No! I had to stay focused, I couldn't make a mistake like that again.

He might not even be single Nora!

The thought deflated me completely. I hadn't even thought of that. What if he was married, or had a girlfriend and he just found it amusing. My mood instantly dropped, my desire for him drying up like the savannah. A man like him is most likely taken. Even if he wasn't, I couldn't even talk to him without making a fool of myself.

I sighed as I glanced up, pressing the bell for my stop. I was quite lucky that the bus stop was right outside my apartment block. It might be miles from campus but it was a good little location, although it was a bit dodgy at night. Not the safest of places to be but not the worst either. It was my shitty little paradise and I worked my ass off for it.

The bus rolled to a gentle stop. I stood, gripped my bag over my shoulders and waited for him to press the button to open the doors. After a few seconds, I looked up to the closed doors. I glanced back at him. His smirk took over his face, making him that much more handsome. His arms were crossed as he leant into his seat, watching me. I opened my mouth to say something, I didn't even know what, but the words died on my tongue as he spoke, a dash of an accent hinting through his words.

"Say, 'please Daddy'."

My mouth fell open as he waited patiently for me. I didn't know if I wanted to cry because that could be the mock of the century, or if I wanted to melt into a puddle of goo at his feet. He quirked up his eyebrow, that damn black piercing glinting at me. It was as if time itself had stopped to see what would come from my lips.

Eventually, a whispered "Please Daddy" came forth as if the air had been sucked from my lungs, which I'm pretty sure it was. He unfolded his arms, pressing the button, the doors whooshed open letting the cold air in. I, one hundred percent, blamed my hard nipples on the ice cold air! My foot hit the pavement, taking a step away from the bus, I turned back to face him. Did that really just happen? Did I seriously just say that to him, not once but twice tonight?

He gave me a heated, smouldering look; one that made me instantly wet.

"Good girl."