“Fine,” I groaned. “I'll tell you everything you want to hear.”
Lillian threw her arms in the arm and screamed, “Yay!”
I rolled my eyes, put my food down, and turned to face her.
“You have to swear to me you won't tell anyone.” I said, meeting her eyes with a glare.
“Okay, okay, okay. I'll keep my damn mouth shut. Spill, woman!”
“I've been seeing this guy--” Lillian squeaked with joy and clapped her hands together. She stopped when I glared again. “--and his name is none of your business. We met a week or so ago, but we're already having sex, which I know is sort of weird for me. It's just amazing! But I feel so inexperienced when he does all these tricks and positions. I'm such a novice. He's already put a collar on me and spanked me and...”
Lillian's jaw was laid out on the ground at this point. I could tell she was incredibly shocked as I recounted every gritty detail of my Daddy railing me in my own dorm room. I tried to keep the details mostly anonymous, but I mentioned his tattoos and how he's such a bad boy that she lifted an inquisitive eyebrow and smirked.
“Is he really bad?” She asked after I had finished my explanation.
I nodded, my eyes filled with my dreamy fantasies and desires.
“I can't help myself here, Lillian. I feel like an excited little girl stealing this married man away.” I frowned and stared at my food. “I don't want it to stop.”
“He sounds like the perfect man to take care of any little girl's problems.” Lillian smiled as she looked away, her mind seeming to go somewhere else. “I bet he's good at punishing.”
“Oh my god, is he ever!” I giggled and shook my head. “Please, don't tell anyone. I'm trying to be...well, I'm trying to appear innocent, you know?”
Lillian nodded emphatically.
“You're the good girl and I'm the bad girl who doesn't care. I get it.” She placed her hand on my shoulder as a comfort. “Your secret is safe with me.”
Chapter Two
As my classes commenced again the following week, I kept thoughts of my Daddy at bay so I could focus on my work. I was getting a little better at balancing my mind, but it was difficult to sleep at night while my roommate snored in the bed next to mine. I wanted to hear my Daddy grunting in the room next door, knowing he was picturing me beneath him instead of somebody else. Sometimes, I wondered why he ever bothered to marry my mother if he had these other fantasies that he enacted on girls half his age, but it really wasn't my place to judge. After all, I was the one he was enacting them with and I was no better than he. I was absolutely naughty.
It felt so good.
I focused hard on my philosophy essay, making sure to cite enough sources and expound upon my ideas in a concise manner while also remaining consistent. I hoped it made Daddy proud that I hadn't missed any classes or any school work since I left the house on Sunday. I wanted to text him about it. I'd received great marks this semester. Maybe he would reward me for that. I thought about visiting that Daddy/daughter blog again just to see how their relationship worked. Maybe we could model some of our activities after things that they posted. I considered calling Daddy about it, but thought it would be better to finish my essay instead. I could fantasize more later and maybe even call him if I wanted.
When I was done with my essay, I printed it out and placed it in my binder for safe keeping. I had a few more things to write, but I could do them at work during my down time. It was a Wednesday and I wouldn't have too much to do except shelve books or organize files. I headed for the library and clocked in when I arrived, greeting my boss as I maneuvered behind the front desk. She gave me my tasks and I went about my business completing each one. It only took two hours to finish the list she gave me, so I returned to the desk and asked if I could work on an essay during our quiet hours. She agreed and sent me upstairs to one of the study rooms while reminding me that we closed in two hours.
“Don't forget you're at work, Victoria.”
“Yes, ma'am. I'll be back in an hour.”
As I climbed the steps to the second floor, I heard foot steps following from behind. I turned, but there was no one there and the sound abruptly stopped. I quickly climbed the rest of the stairs and pushed through the door, heading straight for the study room so I could lock myself in. On my way, Lillian popped out from a bookshelf and whispered, “Boo!”
I squeaked and swatted her arm out of fear, dropping my textbook and binder on the ground. She giggled and scooped it up for me.
“You bitch,” I whispered. “This is a library.”
“Yeah, it's boring. I have to liven it up in here.” She leafed through my books curiously. “What are you up to?”
“I'm just going to try to finish this essay before I have to do anything else.”
“You're such a nerd.” She teased. “Can I chill with you? I don't have anything to do either.”
Just as I was about to agree, Lillian's eyes widened a bit as they focused on something behind me. I slowly turned around to find my Daddy standing right behind me, his eyes glittering with mischief and delight. He looked over Lillian and then focused on me.
“Hello, Victoria.”
My eyelids fluttered and I smiled weakly, my books slipping again from my arms in disbelief. Was he the one following me up the stairs? Why was he being so secretive about that?