Chapter 10

CHAPTER TEN

SEBASTIAN

“ S ebastian, pouting like that will give you wrinkles.” Daddy glanced at me in the mirror and I turned my head to look out the car window. I was feeling a little bit frustrated. Before we left Daddy had asked how I’d feel about going on restriction today. No orgasms unless Daddy or Papa said I could—which had sounded fine and sexy when we’d discussed it. But then I’d given both Daddy and Papa a blow job in the shower—which was amazing—and then realised they wouldn’t let me come until tonight. Ugh. And even worse, I had to try and make my hard on disappear.

“Don’t fret, Sprite. I promise you’ll get to come all you want tonight.”

I huffed at Papa’s reasonable tone. I wasn’t really angry with them. I’d agreed to do this, and knew I could use my safeword at any time. They had both reassured me of that as they’d put the cock cage on me.

The whole thing messed with my mind—the way Papa had called me his perfect dirty little boy while he locked my cock away. In contrast, the soft words of encouragement Daddy had whispered in my ear had made me feel little and needy but also horny as hell, and there wasn’t a darn thing I could do about it until tonight.

Well, I’d wanted to know what having a Daddy was like, and I was getting it double. I really had no one to blame for my current predicament, and I wasn’t going to complain too long or loudly. I did want to be a good boy for my Daddies, after all.

I sat up as we pulled into town. The shop wasn’t far. I could rush upstairs and grab what I needed and be back in the car, quick as a flash. I just had to decide who I was bringing with me for the weekend.

My hand went to my seatbelt as we pulled up to the store but Daddy’s voice stilled me. “Wait until one of us comes around to your door please, Seb.”

I wanted to roll my eyes a bit—he was being very Daddy today—but at the same time, this was exactly what I wanted.

“You don’t have to come up. I’ll be really quick.” I was trying to remember just how much of a mess I’d left my place in when I left, and I was almost certain I had left a pile of clothes on my bed, not to mention all my colouring stuff was still out on the coffee table.

“We’d love to see your home, but if you feel uncomfortable about us entering your space we totally understand.”

I would have had to be blind to not catch the hint of disappointment in Daddy’s voice.

“No it’s not that, it’s just it might be a bit untidy.” I unbuckled my belt and scooted forward so I could touch Daddy’s shoulder. “I want you to see my flat. Just don’t judge the mess too much.”

“Baby boy we will never judge you, but I have to ask, do you have trouble keeping things organised, cleaning up?”

I sighed at his question because sadly, he’d hit the nail on the head.

“I take it from that loud sigh it’s a bit of an issue for you.” Daddy reached up to his shoulder and squeezed my hand.

“It just gets a bit much. I work most days, and when I’m not working I’m working on my designs and sewing to get orders done.”

Papa opened my door and helped me out of the Land Rover, Daddy not far behind. The shutters at the front of the store were down. Miss Rose shut the store at lunch on Saturdays, so we would have to go through the back entrance where the stairs to my flat were. Daddy opened the gate for me to walk through and touched me on the face briefly.

“I want to talk about your designs and the Little fashion you make when we get back to the house.”

“Okay. I mean, it’s just a hobby.” I pulled out my Emily Strange keyring and found my key to unlock the door. I took a deep breath and opened the door into the small entrance hall. It was more just an area to store our coats and for Lilly and I to take our lunch breaks. The stairs up to my flat were here as well, and I led Marco and Roman to them.

“Okay, so I need the two of you to understand, this is my first place. Miss Rose offered it to me when she found me, and it means a lot to me. It’s not grand like your house or anything, and umm, most of my furniture was stuff that Lilly and I found at farm and church sales.”

I pushed my front door open and held my breath, not imagining how they saw my little safe haven. My little sofa was covered in so many crochet throws I wasn’t sure where the actual couch began, but it was the perfect place to cuddle up with a book and my stuffies. My kitchen table had been found at a swap sale and Lilly and I had painted it in various pastel colours before we rubbed it back, giving it a funky, pretty distressed look. We’d done the same to the three chairs that came with it.

“Oh, Sebastian, this is gorgeous.” Daddy moved about my small flat with ease, touching my things while Papa just stood in the doorway smiling and nodding in agreement.

“This is a great space. It reminds me of the place I had in York,” Papa said as he moved from the doorway to my small kitchenette.

“You had a place like this?”

“Yup, sure did. Before I met Roman I lived for my work. I was out on the rigs for weeks on end, and when I was home I just wanted somewhere small and cosy. Don’t ever feel ashamed of what you built, Sprite.”

“I don’t. Everything you and Daddy have together…” I rubbed the bridge of my nose. “I don’t want you to think that—” I stumbled over the words I wanted to say, but by the look on Daddy’s face he got it.

“You don’t want us to think you are after our money,” Roman said.

“Exactly. I don’t want you to think you have to buy things or do things for me to want to be with you. I’m falling stupidly fast for the two of you. We haven’t even spent the whole weekend together, but I want to be honest and upfront with you and Marco. I want to be your boy and be everything to you two, but I don’t want you to think I’m here for a free ride, or to take advantage of you.”

Papa opened his arms wide for me and I happily let him wrap me in his embrace. “Sprite, you are exactly the man that Roe and I have been looking for for so many years. And any rides we give you, I’m pretty sure you will be working your pretty bottom off for.” Daddy gave a wink and let the dirty implication of his comment land.

I giggled and blushed when I realised what he meant.

Daddy walked across the room and joined in the hug. He kissed my neck and cheek, speaking softly. “If we buy you things or spoil you it’s not because you expect it, but because we want to, and here’s the thing. Papa and I were going to bring this up in a couple of weeks, but we both know there is no going back from you, Seb. You have us wrapped around your adorable little finger.”

“Bring up what?”

“Well, we want to make sure you know this is an exclusive thing between the three of us,” Daddy said.

I couldn’t keep the silly smile off my face. My Daddies wanted to be with me—exclusively. “I really love the sound of that.”

“We’re going to want you to spend a lot of your time with us, baby. We are very much needy Daddies. That might mean nights spent at the house, or nights we spend here.” Daddy peered over my shoulder at my bed that could be seen from where we stood and smiled.

Papa leaned back as well, peering through the doorway. “We might need to invest in a new mattress for you, Sprite. Think of it as a present for my poor old back. Also, I don’t think between us and your stuffies there is too much room on your current one.”

I giggled into Papa’s chest. They hadn’t seen the rest of the stuffies sitting on my shelves yet.

“We’re also wanting you to spend Christmas and New Years with us. We know it’s short notice, only a week away, but we think spending the holidays together would be perfect.” Daddy’s dark eyes caught mine and he smiled hopefully.

I couldn’t say no to either of these men, and getting to spend Christmas with them would be a dream come true.

“I would love that.”

“So we can take that as a yes.”

I bounced in Papa’s arms, nodding, and Daddy let out one of those deep sexy chuckles I so loved.

“Christmas is only a few days away.” Maybe I could ask Lilly tonight if she would help me during the week find some presents for my Daddies.

“Christmas Eve is Thursday night, so we would come pick you up after work to spend the break with us.” Papa stood back, letting me move towards my room so I could grab what I needed.

“Miss Rose was going to close the shop from Christmas to just after New Year, so I could spend that time with you at the house.”

“That sounds perfect. Your Papa and I have the House Christmas party this weekend, and we’d love your input on some of the last minute details,” Daddy said, smiling as he followed me into my room. “We were planning on just having a quiet Christmas so it would be just the three of us. More time for us to get to know each other.”

Daddy sat on my bed—well, in the space not taken up by the clothes I had flung there in my frenzy to find the perfect outfit to wear the day before. Holy cow, who could believe I’d only spent one night and a morning with my Daddies and we were already planning to spend the holidays together? It kind of sounded like one of those romance novels Lilly and Rose loved.

“I think we need to work on your tidying up skills, baby boy.” Daddy lifted an emerald green camisole I had left on my pillow. “Pack this, please. I want to see you wearing it. Does it have pretty panties to go with it?”

The bed groaned as Papa threw himself on it next to Daddy and took the camisole from him. “Oh yeah, I really really need to see you wearing this tonight, baby boy.”

I could feel the heat of my blush running up my neck as I looked about to see if I could find the matching lace panties that went with the green camisole. I also had a royal purple set and I grabbed them and shoved them into my small overnight bag.

“Don’t forget something to wear to the club tonight to play in.” Daddy had not moved from my bed and Papa was sprawled out with his head resting on Daddy’s belly.

I had my cute bat onesie that I’d been dying to wear, with its little wings and a hood that looked like the cutest little bat face. Even the feet were made to look like little bat’s feet with soft velvet claws on the end. I could wear that, and then my elf one for Christmas.

“Your flat is adorable, Sebastian, it has your touches all over it and I love it.” Daddy was laying on his side looking through my sketch pad while scratching through Papa’s hair. “Oh, this shirt would be amazing.” Daddy held the pad up to show me and Papa. “I love the cut and colour. You have a talent, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” I took note of the shirt he was admiring and added it to a list of things I wanted to do for my Daddies. I went back to searching for my cosmetic case that had to be in my bathroom. It was there, with half my small makeup collection spilled out on the bathroom counter. I’d forgotten to clean up before I left the other night. Quickly I picked up the makeup, putting it in my case, then I gave the counter a quick wipe down just in case Daddy or Papa came in here.

When I walked back into my bedroom Daddy was still laying on my bed looking at my sketches. My cheeky Papa was trying to sneak a peek in my bedside drawer. Daddy gave me an amused look. “Sorry darling boy, your Papa is such a sticky beak.”

“Papa, what are you doing?” I held a hand to my mouth to stop my laughter and make believe I was cross with him.

Papa turned to me, not looking contrite in the slightest. “Trying to find your impressive dildo collection.”

“Oh.” I giggled and moved to my dressing table. Sliding open the drawer I pulled out my box of treasures. Lilly and I had spent the day covering the wooden box in fake gemstones and lining it in velvet. My four favourite dildos lay inside. The others were in another storage tub in my wardrobe. I hadn’t lied when I said I had an impressive collection. I picked up the satin sack that held my favourite one and a bottle of the most expensive lube we sold in the shop. Holding them up I smirked at Papa and Daddy. “Should I bring it so I can get used to taking your cocks?”

The look on my Daddy’s face was priceless as I took out the dido from its satin cover. “Maybe Daddy could fuck me with this while I train my throat on Papa’s cock.”

I swore Daddy’s eyes rolled back in his head, and Papa made the filthiest growl imaginable.

Papa reached out and pulled me down onto my bed, Daddy crowding from the other side. “We are going to ruin you tonight, baby.”

“Oh yes, consider that a warning,” Daddy whispered before he nipped at my neck.

By the time I was allowed to get off the bed I had been nibbled, kissed, caressed and teased until I was cursing the cage that kept my poor cock locked up tight.

Daddy patted my bottom, smiling. “Don’t worry baby boy, we won’t make you suffer too much.”

“That’s good to know, Daddy.” I hugged my stuffies to my chest and led my Daddies out of the flat.

While Papa got in the front of the Land Rover, Daddy waited until I climbed in, then did my seat belt up for me. He leaned in and kissed me, his tongue tracing my lips urging them apart.

“Damn, that is a pretty picture.” Papa watched us hungrily. “I will expect mine when we get home, Sprite.”

“Yes, Papa.” I smiled as Daddy closed my door. I was a damn lucky man.