It takes a copious amount of effort to restrain the rage building inside of me. How fucking sheltered is she? Tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear I focus onher. "I'm going to try not to sound like an ass, but have you never had a job?"
Shaking her head side to side, Lulu purses her lips like she won't say a word on the topic, except for letting me know that at nineteen years old she doesn't know how being employed fucking works. Where are her parents? Or guardians? Or anyone that fucking cares about her?
"Alright." I grit my teeth but quickly suck in a breath when she shifts off of my lap and scrambles to stand a few feet away from me. Much closer to the door. Damnit, why wasn't I holding her tighter? "Where are you going?"
Shifting nervously on the balls of her feet, Lulu avoids eye contact. "I—I don't know."
"What's wrong?" My question comes out a little too harsh and much too demanding. But whatever tone I used, makes her jolt and draws an answer out of her.
"I don't like being touched," she whimpers and steps back.
Goddamnit. I feel like I'm about to throw up from the sheer amount of fear wafting off of my Little girl. There's no denying she's mine even if I wanted to.
"I'm sorry, Lulu. You needed comfort though, right?"
She hesitates but nods.
"And did it help being in my arms?"
Another nod except this time she seems to be shrinking in on herself.
"Why run then?"
I get nothing this time. Not a nod or a shake of her head. Hell, I would settle for a damn shrug. "Baby?"
When she finally moves, the air is sucked right from my lungs. Her blanket makes an appearance as she raises it to herchest, and fuck me, she tickles the tip of her nose with the fringes.
My Daddy instincts fucking skyrocket as I watch Lulu regress right in front of me. Honestly I'm terrified to spook her though. If I'm correct, then this regression was brought on by anxiety and uncertainty. Because ofme.
I'm stiff in my seat as I watch her begin to rock herself back and forth. What do I do? No way am I letting her leave my fucking sight now but will she let me hold her?
I've been Daddying Lulu since I met her thirty minutes ago and each time she has pulled back. There's no telling what she might do if I approach her and I'm not sure I want to take the risk.
"Baby girl, would you like to sit?" I say softly so as not to spook her.
No luck. She whips her head up to look at me, eyes surprised like she forgot I was here. What's to stop her from slipping into Little space while she's grocery shopping or heaven forbid... driving? Thank fuck she found Reclaiming Red for her first job. I don't want to imagine the way people would have treated her at a different establishment.
Keeping my tone low and my shoulders curled in, I nod like I understand what she's feeling. "Oh, shh. It's?—"
"Preston?" A knock sounds against my door making me literally fucking jump. Lulu on the other hand gasps so hard she chokes and sprints from the door.
"Shit!" I hiss, putting my hands up and turning to comfort her as she huddles near the window. Except, fucking Bash knocks again with more insistence.
Swearing beneath my breath I get the door. Lulu might feel more comfortable with the door open anyway.
"Bash," I growl, gripping the handle a bit too hard making the metal creak. "What do you need?"
I watch as my friend's frown deepens and his lips pop open with surprise once he see's Lulu. Then, as if I weren't on edge already, he beams at my girl
"Hi, little one!" Bash greets, stepping into my office and shoving me aside. I've never committed murder but the thought flickers through my mind, only to be squashed when Lulu's shoulders relax.
Slamming a hand down on my friend’s shoulder, I shove him into the chair on the other side of my desk. "Baby, this is my friend, Bash. You've met him, right?"
Please say something.
Swallowing repeatedly, Lulu glances between us a few times before straightening her shoulders. I can literally see Big Lulu coming back. She shoves her Little away with a gulp and a hard blink. "Yes," she croaks. "Hi, Bash."
I'm standing, Lulu's standing, and Bash lounges in his chair studying our behavior. I'm almost certain he can feel the total possessiveness rolling off of me but he wouldn't be Bash without pushing my buttons.
