Daddy

Disclaimer- DDLG, or Daddydom/Littlegirl is a relationship in which one adult is the caregiver or "daddy" and the other is childlike. It is NOT a relationship between an actual father and daughter or any minor. This is a type of BDSM relationship that may or may not involve sex, but often involves play with child-like things, such as stuffed animals, bed-time stories, and spankings. The lg part of the relationship is often called the "little."

Ugh.

I wish my hair would just hurry up and grow out already, I'm tired of this awkward in between length. It's a little past my shoulders and it looks dumb up, so I have little choice but to wear it down.

I try to fix my curls and make them look somewhat put together, but give up when they bounce back into their original position.

I sigh to myself and look down at the rest of myself in my full body mirror, which had LED lights surrounding it, making my whole body light up brightly. I had on light wash mom jeans, with a tan oversized teddy pullover, and a tight white long sleeve turtleneck showing slightly underneath.

I looked back up to my face which had on light natural makeup, and smiled brightly. I dropped the smile after two seconds, and gave myself a bored expression with the thought of having to go to dumb school.

"I hate my life." I whined out loud, over dramatically.

I turn around and grab my water bottle off of my nightstand and put it in my backpack. I sling it over my shoulder with a light grunt from how heavy the darn thing was. There's only about $500 worth of material in it. Nothing major. It's not like that depressed me for a week after buying all of it or anything.

Finally, I turn off all of my lights and walk downstairs, and out of the door after grabbing my keys off of my dinning room table.

I get into my Chevy and shiver as I start my car. It was currently fall and around 50 degrees. Not too bad, but honestly anything below 70 was too cold for me. I sing along to my playlist as I drive the 5 minutes to my university.

I dread every second leading up to the place. I'm not finishing my degree, my degree is finishing me, I've already accepted it.

I sigh once I pull into a parking lot, one that I'm not supposed to park in but that's much closer to my building. I'm sure I'll probably get a ticket but I really don't care. I'm just not in the mood today.

Ughhhhh.

I park and quickly grab my backpack from the passenger seat and get out. It's already 5 after 9am and I was supposed to be in class 5 minutes ago.

I scurry inside after I lock my car, the walk being relatively shorter than if I had parked in my assigned parking lot. Why my assigned lot is 20 minutes away from most of my classes, I have no idea.

Finally, I reach my classroom and walk inside.

Everyone stares, even the professor.

Great.

My cheeks burn in embarrassment from all of the attention, and I hurry and walk to the literal only open seat in the classroom.

There's a decent amount of people in this class but it's smaller than some of my others. It's an organizational psychology class, so most of us were either psychology or management emphasis in our degrees. This class is for upperclassmen so everyone pretty much has their shit together. Everyone except for me of course. I'm almost positive that I'm the only one who ever skips this class (and obviously the only one that's ever late as well).

I take my backpack off and set it down next to my seat as I sit down.

I let out a barley audible yawn and cover it with my hand. I blink slowly for a second and listen to what the professor is saying whilst I get out my notebook.

"-Job satisfaction is an attitude that can be measured in several ways. For example, we could give the workers surveys to see whether they are satisfied or dissatisfied with their current job."

He pauses and I look up after turning to my notes to see him looking at us with an expectant look on his face.

"What's wrong with measuring job satisfaction in that way?" He asks us. He suddenly looks my way and nods to the person next to me.

"Workers could lie on the survey in fear of getting fired." A voice rumbles out smoothly.

"Mhmm, and how could we avoid that?"

I look over for the response only for my eyes to widen and my mouth to almost drop to the floor. This dude is freaking perfect. He's wearing a grey long sleeve T-shirt, that clung to his muscles deliciously, with dark jeans and black boots. He has on an expensive looking gold watch on his wrist, which looked beautiful against his sun kissed skin. I can't even hear what he's saying, but once his mouth stops moving his beautiful sky blue orbs glance at me. I immediately snap out of it and look away, blushing violently.

I mentally punch myself for getting caught and tried to force my beating heart to CALM TF DOWN but to no avail. This is stupid. Who freaking cares? He's just a very attractive person. A very attractive person who happened to witness me drooling over him. No biggie.

FUDGE.

I force myself to pay attention to what my professor was saying, and as soon as I did, I strongly wish I never would have come to this stupid class today.

"Now folks, I want everyone to discuss with their neighbors some other ways we could measure job satisfaction. Try incorporating some of your answers with last nights reading, and then we can share some of our thoughts." He watches us for a second, then turns and walks out of the room.

It's quiet for a moment before people start to do as instructed.

NONONONONONO!!

I was sitting to the right of him and on his opposite side was the wall, so I had no other choice but to talk to him about stupid job satisfaction. Why does it even matter for goodness sake?

I reluctantly look over at him to see that he was staring at me, his head was tilted slightly and his eyes were squinted. I immediately blush but force myself not to look away, secretly wanting to get a better look at him. His face was literally sculpted by angels, strong features, high cheekbones, BEAUTIFUL eyes, and before I know it I end up getting lost in those beautiful orbs. Why are they so pretty? They're like the ocean, I could just gaze into them forever.

I blink when I catch the smirk on his face and my eyes widen in realization that I was AGAIN staring at this guy. Geezus get it together Kai!!

I clear my throat, and turn to my notes.

"So... Job satisfaction." I mentioned casually, as if I wasn't just eyeing him as I would a chocolate bar on my period. I start turning pages in my notebook to distract me from... THAT.

"Yes... Job satisfaction." He chuckled lowly.

I can't help but to peek over at him to see his expression, notebook long forgotten. His eyes were sparkling from amusement, and he was leaning back against his seat nonchalantly, watching me as if I were the most hilarious thing in the world. I couldn't help the frown that took over my features.

"What's so funny?" I demanded.

"You." He answered shortly, his expression not changing. If anything, my question only seemed to amuse him more. What's wrong with this guy?

"What about me?" I snap getting impatient.

He leaned forward in his seat, bringing our faces a bit closer. My eyes widened and I leaned away from him, his movements instantly making my body whole heat up.

"You're really adorable."

Um....

"Ex-excuse me?" I muttered, completely taken off guard with his answer.

Instead of responding he just looked at me. Like really looked. He was studying my face, which I'm sure was a nice bright red from his words. I tried to force myself to not look away like a coward, but eventually couldn't stand him looking at me like that anymore and tore my eyes away.

Why is this happening to me? I'm not ever THIS nervous with an attractive guy, but he was different... I couldn't put my finger on it.

Lord help me.

"Perhaps we should talk about job satisfaction now." He suggested, but it didn't sound like a question.

I nodded anyway and again turned to my notes to "look" for the topic. Honestly, I had no idea how to measure freaking job satisfaction, and I definitely didn't read the chapter over it. I wasn't even sure if they were the right notes, I just really needed to buy myself time before I had to talk to him again.

"Did you read the chapter?"

My head snapped up to his and I blinked at him.

"Yes, I read the chapter." I lied.

"No you didn't." He told me with a glint in his eye, his head tilted the tiniest bit to the side.

"Yes I did." I narrowed my eyes and out a nasty glare on my face, attempting to intimidate him. Which failed miserably btw, if anything it just brought back his earlier amusement.

"Aren't you a feisty thing." He noted, his eyes dancing.

"I am not!" I exclaimed, outraged that he'd say such a thing.

"You are. It's cute though. But you know, it's not good to skip readings, you're only going to put yourself behind and stress yourself out."

Was he serious?

I looked at his expression and saw that, yes, he was dead serious. All the playfulness was suddenly gone from his face, and he was looking me straight in the eyes. Damn. 0 to 100 real quick.

"Well sometimes people have other things going on." I justified, squirming a bit, not even realizing that I just indirectly admitted to not doing the reading.

"Hmm, what did you have going on?" He curiously asked.

Truthfully... Netflix. "Things." I instead answered.

"What kinds of things."

"None of your business." I barked irritably.

"That's not very nice." He muttered, a touch of firmness creeping into his tone.

I gulped at what that did to me.

"Tell me." He persuaded, leaning a touch closer. I got a whiff of his minty breath, he must of just had a mint or something. I was just about to open my mouth to tell him what he wanted to hear (WHY?), when the professor suddenly walked back into the classroom. Everyone quieted down as he walked back in front of class.

THANK GOD.

How long has it been? It felt like 2 minutes but in reality was probably around 15. What was professor doing for so long? I have no idea, he did it about three times a class, but I'm extremely grateful for the man at this moment.

"Okay, how else can we measure job satisfaction, folks?" He asked us.

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After class was finally over, I started to pack everything up quickly. I literally couldn't concentrate on ANYTHING, because a certain someone next to me. I could swear I felt him staring at me the entire time, at one point I looked at him from under my lashes to see if he was, and sure enough...

I was just about to bolt when I felt a hand gently grab onto my arm, preventing my escape.

FUDGE!!

I slowly turn to him, and as soon as I'm fully facing him, he drops my arm.

"What's your name?"

I contemplated on even telling him, but decided to since I'd most likely be seeing him in class again.

"Kai." I told him.

"K-a-I." He repeated slowly in his low voice, as if testing the word on his tongue. Can he... not say my name like that ever again please? My underwear would really appreciate it.

"Ye-Yes." I stuttered and avoided his eyes.

"I'm Joel." He told me.

"N-nice to meet you." I held out my hand for him to shake politely, and wanted to shoot myself for how dumb I was acting.

PULL IT TOGETHER KAI!

My actions didn't make him laugh though, In fact he seemed... pleased? He gently took my small hand in his much bigger one and gave it a firm little shake before letting go, leaving my hand tingling a bit.

What's happening to me?

"Do you have a Snapchat? Maybe we could study together sometime." He suddenly asked, pulling me out of my trance.

Even if I didn't want to give him my snap, I would give it to him anyway because I really don't care if people have my information. Getting it was easy, getting me to reply wasn't. Nevertheless, I DID want to give it to him, and I honestly doubt I'd be ignoring him.

Without hesitation I took my phone out, went to the app, and handed it over. We were now the last ones in class, and people from the next class started piling in.

"I'll add you when I'm done with classes." He told me while he typed. "I don't use my phone while I'm in school." He explained.

My face scrunched up at that. WTF? I would not be able to do that. I needed my phone pretty much 24/7. How could he just not use it, especially in boring school? I'd seriously kill myself.

I was so lost in thought I didn't even realize he was staring at me, holding my phone out to me, amusement creeping back into his features. As if he knew exactly what I was thinking.

I realized I was still frowning, and shook my head a little to shake me from my thoughts.

"Uuum. Sorry." I blushed and took my phone. "I-I should probably get to class."

"Yes, you should." He agreed. "I'm in this class next, but I'd be more than happy to walk you to class."

"That-that won't be necessary-"

Ignoring my protest, he simply ushered me in front of him and before I knew it we were walking to my next class together. I felt like everyone was staring at us. I'm almost positive that people thought we were together. The very thought made my whole body heat up. I couldn't imagine being with someone like him, I'd only be a puddle of nerves every second!

My class was literally 4 doors down, so the walk wasn't long at all.

"This is it." I told him and stop in front of the door.

"What class is it?"

"Abnormal psychology." I answered.

"I took that as well." Of course he did.

"Ok, well I'll see you later." I said moving towards the door slowly, desperately wanting to escape.

"Bye Kai." He chuckled. "I'll be snapping you later." He promised in a low voice, making me gulp and scurry inside.

Everyone stares, even the professor.

Great.