Daddy's Precious Little Girl

Together or not?

Ashlynn's POV

I wake up with a start, my heart racing as I sit up quickly, my eyes darting around the unfamiliar room. It takes me a moment to remember where I am—the dorm. I blink, trying to shake the grogginess from my mind. For a second, I'm confused, my thoughts swirling with fragments of yesterday. Where's Ethan? Wasn't he with me before I went to sleep?

I rub my eyes, trying to shake off the feeling of being lost. The soft comforter is wrapped tightly around me, and for a second, I consider hiding beneath it, but the anxiety bubbling inside pushes me to get up. I slip out of bed, my bare feet touching the cool floor, and scan the room.

Ethan had promised he would be there for me. So where is he now? I half-expect to see him sitting in the chair near my desk, waiting for me with that reassuring smile. But the room is empty.

Still feeling a bit unsettled, I make my way to the closet where my school uniform is hanging. I pull out the soft onesie and skirt, knowing I have to get dressed for the day. The tie with the blue stripe catches my eye, reminding me of the conversation we had yesterday about it signifying that I wanted a Daddy Dom.

As I start pulling the onesie over my head, a knock startles me. My heart jumps, but before panic can settle in, I hear a familiar voice on the other side of the door.

"Ashlynn? It's Ethan. You ready for breakfast?"

Relief washes over me at the sound of Ethan's voice. I tug at my skirt, noticing for the first time that my onesie is still unbuttoned, and I haven't even put on my white button-up shirt. Embarrassed, I rush to the door, fumbling with the handle. When I finally pull it open, Ethan is standing there with his usual calm, reassuring smile.

"Good morning, precious girl," he greets warmly. "Looks like you're almost ready. Thought I'd help you finish up before we head to breakfast."

I look down at my half-finished outfit, cheeks heating up. "I... I couldn't find the shirt," I admit softly, still fidgeting with the unbuttoned onesie hanging loosely around me.

Ethan chuckles lightly, his eyes kind as he steps into the room. "No worries, let's get you sorted."

He walks over to the closet and pulls out the missing white button-up shirt. I watch him quietly as he crosses back to me, holding out the shirt. "Here you go," he says with a smile.

I quickly pull the shirt over my arms, feeling a bit flustered that I'd missed it. Once it's in place, Ethan kneels down to button up my onesie for me. His hands move gently, making sure everything is fastened properly before he smooths down my skirt. "Now you're looking like the perfect Little," he says, his voice soft and reassuring.

"Thank you," I mumble, still feeling a bit awkward, but his calm demeanor helps settle the nerves.

Ethan stands back up and grabs the blue-striped tie from the closet. "Let's finish this off, and then we'll head to breakfast," he says as he carefully adjusts the tie around my neck. His fingers move with practiced ease, and soon enough, it's sitting perfectly in place.

"Perfect," he says, stepping back with a smile. "All set."

I glance down at the tie, feeling more put together, and give him a small smile. "Thanks," I say softly.

"No need to thank me, sweet girl. I'm here to help, always." He brushes a strand of hair from my face before motioning toward the door.

Hand in hand, we head out of the dorm and into the bustling hallways. I squeeze his hand tighter, grateful for his presence. Ethan walks calmly beside me, his touch grounding me as we make our way to the dining hall.