Chapter 6

CHAPTER SIX

SEBASTIAN

D addy helped me dress while Papa lounged on the bed. His shirt was undone and I kept getting distracted looking at all the ink that covered his chest. I was tempted to crawl back onto the bed and kiss all the ink I could find, but I also really wanted to see the playroom.

“Baby boy, are you ready to go downstairs?” Roman reached out and took my hand, his long fingers seeming to engulf mine. As I stood looking down at our joined hands Marco came up and took my other hand.

“Come on. Daddy is eager to see what you think of the playroom. He and Master Callum’s boy spent a couple of weeks getting the mural painted.”

“The room was in dire need of a refresh and Mitchell is a talented boy,” Daddy answered, leading us through the maze of hallways back to the stairs that would lead downstairs. I looked at the large wooden bannister. It was wide enough that I could straddle it comfortably, and the stairs swept around in a gentle arc. If I timed it right I could slide down and stop myself before I hit the big pineapple looking thing at the end of the bannister.

“Don’t even think about it, baby boy. I don’t want our first play date ending with you having a concussion and a spanked bottom,” Marco murmured against my ear.

The concussion sounded unpleasant, but the idea of getting my bum spanked sent a hot thrill through me. I’d never imagined myself as one of those bratty Littles doing things to purposefully encourage their Daddies to spank them. No, I’d always seen myself more as a pleaser, wanting to make my Daddy happy. Well, it was Daddies now, so that was a change to how I had imagined things. And Marco and Roman seemed like they would be fair Daddies, and maybe even enjoy a little mischief from their Little. The idea of being a little bit naughty occasionally actually sounded fun. Most of my life I’d been playing the perfect son, the perfect student—fitting a mould that really wasn’t me. I still wasn’t certain who the real me was, but I was sure being around my Daddies, I’d find out.

“I wasn’t really thinking of sliding down the awesome bannister of fun,” I answered with a grin, knowing Papa wouldn’t buy my shit for a minute.

Papa made an inelegant sound, a cross between a snort and laugh, and Daddy smiled. Neither man bought what I was selling.

“If you think I’m going to buy that, cutie, I have a bridge to sell you,” Papa said as he steered me away from the bannister.

I looked over my shoulder at the staircase. “But what if we put cushions down and I was extra careful?”

Daddy shook his head. “Do you know, the last time Callum and Mitchell were here, young Mitchell suggested the same thing? Note to self, you two are never to meet. It would end in disaster.”

“Do you mean Cal, the tattooist who works with Simon?”

“Yes I do. Both he and Simon are lifetime members. How do you know them?”

I slipped my hands free from my Daddies’ and skipped down the stairs.

“Sebastian, go slowly and answer your Papa,” Daddy scolded me. I slowed my skipping, taking the carpeted stairs carefully.

“Oops, sorry. I know them because Miss Rose gets her tattoos done there and Cal did my ink.” I looked back to answer and my socked foot caught on the riser. Everything was about to go upside down when Daddy grabbed me.

Daddy’s hand tightened around mine. “Okay sweetheart, hold my hand. My heart is not strong enough to deal with the fright you just gave me.”

“Sorry, Daddy.”

“That is perfectly okay, lovely, but let’s keep the ‘giving my Daddies a cardiac arrest’ antics down to a minimum, all right?”

“Okay, I promise.”

Papa walked behind us as we came down the main staircase and ended up in the main hall where we had entered. The hallway towards the kitchen was at the back of the hall and Daddy led us toward a large archway on the left.

There was a little room off to the side which Daddy pointed out. “When the club is open those panels open up and our front of house staff take people’s coats and membership numbers.”

Papa spoke as he moved past us to open a set of leather quilted doors. “Our two security guys, Sam and Gus, stand out by the front door greeting everyone before they come in. The club is small enough and exclusive enough that we know each member who comes through those doors personally. I’ll introduce you to Sam and Gus over the weekend. You will love Sam, he also works as the house manager as well as helping Roman with the business side of things for Crimson. The two of you might have a bit in common, I think.”

That sounded awesome. It would be good to make new friends. Both Lilly and Rhys were almost old hands when it came to their Little sides and they both were amazing support, but to make another friend at the club even if he only worked there would be awesome.

I saw Papa glance at Daddy. “Have you asked him yet?”

“Asked me what?” I looked expectantly at both of them.

Daddy smiled, and I swore he was blushing. “Well, your Papa and I would love it if you decided to spend the weekend with us. We’d have you back to work bright and early Monday morning, we would be excited to have the chance to explore this new dynamic and find out how well we will fit together.”

“You both seem pretty certain I’m the one for you,” I said hesitantly.

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean we’re going to rush you into something you’re not ready for, sprite. Your Daddy and I are pretty confident, but that shouldn’t overrule how you feel, or how you want to proceed going forward.”

I nodded. I loved that they were not ignoring how I might feel, and that this was all super new to me. The idea of spending the entire weekend with them sounded heavenly.

“Could we have playtime first? It will probably help me relax a bit more,” I suggested, reaching over and giving Daddy’s hand a squeeze.

Daddy and Papa shared a sweet smile before Daddy answered. “Of course, sweetheart. That sounds perfect.”

“Welcome to Crimson House,” Papa said formally as he pushed open the leather quilted doors. It took my eyes a moment to adjust to the lower light level, but when they did I let out a soft gasp.

The huge room we had entered was decorated in royal purple and black, with hints of gold here and there, artistically placed to emphasise, not take over. A circular bar sat in the far corner of the room. There were kneeling stools alongside some of the traditional bar stools and the space looked like it could fit a few patrons. There was one set of doors that led off to the private play rooms or so the sign in gothic print said above the doors and another door that had, office printed on it so it must lead to Daddy and Papa’s office. The main room had a small stage where they often had people demonstrate and teach techniques, and this weekend Daddy had said there would be a flogging display.

I wasn’t so sure what I felt about impact play. I’d heard about it through Lilly, and honestly it kind of scared me. Some of the D/s stuff I’d read about interested me, especially objectification play and service submission. I even found myself fascinated at the idea of primal play and being chased down by my Daddies. But all of those things had been on a ‘one day’ list, much like having my own Daddy.

I turned my attention to the Saint Andrew’s cross that stood on a raised dais. Finding my courage, I stepped up onto the platform and ran my fingers along the leather and wooden frame. How would it feel to be strapped upon this and for my Daddies to have their wonderful way with me?

Papa stepped up onto the dais behind me, resting his hands on my hips. “It can be a bit overwhelming the first time you come here. It’s why we wanted to show you tonight, before the weekend crowd shows up.”

“There are so many things I want to try.” I laughed, spinning around and throwing my arms around Papa. “Is it wrong that I want to try it all?”

Daddy Roe came up and joined the hugfest that was happening “Not wrong in the slightest, baby boy. As Daddies, our favourite job is helping you explore new things.”

“Daddy, do you really have a hedge maze out the back?”

Daddy chuckled, kissing my forehead. “Where did that come from?”

“I remember Lilly once saying you had a maze in the gardens and it was amazing for games of chasey.” I don’t know why I’d suddenly remembered Lilly talking about it, but the idea seemed like fun—even sexy fun if my Daddies caught me.

Marco’s blue eyes lit up and his grin was naughty and hungry. “I like the idea of chasing my cute little sprite through the maze.”

Daddy sighed. “It will be muddy and wet in that maze. Maybe we could hold off until the warmer weather.”

Papa and I both pouted, which had Daddy laughing. “The two of you are going to be trouble together.”

“But good trouble, right?” I asked.

“The best, my sweet boy. Now follow me. I can’t wait to show you the playroom.” Daddy was almost skipping as he led us past the bar to another set of doors I’d not seen when we came into the room.

The doors were painted pink with bright green splashes and the words Little Haven painted to look like they were written in crayon. I was bubbling over with excitement to see what was inside and felt like I would burst unless Daddy opened the doors soon.

“Close your eyes, Seb.” Marco’s hands were suddenly in front of my eyes, cutting off my view of the playroom.

“Ohh, sneaky Papa. I want to see.”

Papa kissed my cheek and chuckled. “You will, sweetheart but I want to give Daddy a chance to get the lights on.” Papa gently guided me into the room. The floors immediately felt softer, the carpet thicker than the rugs that were in the main room.

“You can look now, baby boy.” Daddy sounded excited. I blinked as Papa pulled his hands away. At first I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me because all I could see was hundreds of twinkling stars but then I saw that they were fairy lights strung about the room in soft pastel colours. The overheads were dimmed, but there was more than enough light to see.

Daddy must have noticed me looking at the ceiling. “We found bright overhead lights were too distracting for our Littles. Having them set a little lower helps with headspace.” I nodded at Daddy’s words, moving deeper into the room. A huge multicoloured rug in pastels dominated the centre of the room, large bean bags in fun shapes provided comfy places for Littles to rest, and against one wall was a bookshelf filled with story time books and thick cushioned chairs to sit in. A beautiful mural depicting animals both real and magical in a wondrous forest scene dominated the far wall, and below the mural were colourful shelves and cubbies to put shoes and jackets.

It was beautiful like a dream, and I wasn’t sure what I wanted to play with. First there was the Lego table covered in bricks that was so tempting, and there were painting easels and craft boxes, but I squealed loudly when I saw the best thing in the entire room. My heart thumped as I moved towards the most beautiful play kitchen I had ever seen. I ran my hand over the miniature counter and oven. They were painted in pale blue with yellow flowers. The little door to the oven opened and so did the fridge, and there were even pretend fruits and vegetables.

There was a family of dolls and stuffies against the wall, and I quickly picked out who would be coming to the tea party and sat them around the low table nearby. Papa sat down near me. I wasn’t sure where Daddy was but something told me he wouldn’t be far, so I kept playing, losing myself in the tiny kitchen and tea set.

“Lady Penelope, you can sit next to Sir Woofington.” I moved my new doll friend next to the patchwork dog stuffie. She gossiped too much if she sat next to Mr Puddles, the yellow and green spotted frog.

I poured each one of my new friends their tea and set out plates with their high tea cakes and cucumber sandwiches. I wrinkled my nose at the thought of the cucumber sandwiches. I couldn’t understand why someone would want to eat those but they were part of a proper High Tea.

Granny used to take me into Leeds to a fancy tea shop when I was younger. I remembered fancy towers of little cakes and sandwiches and pretty cups. I remembered her arguing with my parents, who had felt at sixteen I was too old to go on such outings. We’d had the best day.

I hummed softly to myself as I pretended to fill each dainty cup. Even Papa held out a tiny cup for me to fill. It was dwarfed by his large hands, making him look like a giant at a pixie party.

“What was that giggle for, sprite?” Papa pretended to bring the dainty cup to his lips.

“You’re a giant at a tea party.”

“Oh, a giant, am I?” Papa stood up and thumped his chest, letting out a roar. I squealed, grabbing Lady Penelope and running. Papa chased me, roaring, until he caught me. I yelled as he lifted me up in the air, growling playfully, and we both collapsed into the bean bags.

Papa pulled me across him until my head was resting on his broad chest. I rubbed my eyes and yawned, surprising us both.

“Tired, little one?’

“Playing is exhausting but fun.” I tried to snuggle more against Papa. “Where’s Daddy?”

“He went to make you some snacks for later and get the fire going in our living room.”

I closed my eyes and breathed in Papa’s aftershave. “Cuddles, then snacks. Lots of snacks.”

“If I know your Daddy there are going to be lots for you to choose from.” Papa cuddled me tight. “Are you having fun, sprite?”

“The best time ever.”

“Well, if that isn’t a sight to warm a Daddy’s heart. My two favourite men cuddled up.” Daddy’s legs came into view and he dropped down to one knee so I could see him.”Sit up, baby, and have something to eat.”

Papa helped me sit up and Daddy lowered himself onto the floor and slid a tray of snacks and a sippy cup full of juice towards me.

There were apple slices and a small sandwich cut into triangles with no crusts, and a small bowl of Cadbury mini animal biscuits. I was tempted to go for them first. They were one of my favourite things. But Daddy pushed the sandwich towards me. I picked up one and sniffed it, causing Daddy to laugh. Even though it had only been an hour or two since we’d eaten dinner, I was hungry. Playing always gave me an appetite, and the tray Daddy had laid out did look really good.

“I promise there are no vegetables hiding, it’s just an egg and mayo sandwich,” Daddy said.

Marco snorted a laugh. “Nothing your Daddy makes is just anything. The man is a god in the kitchen. Take a bite.”

Wanting to show Daddy I could be a good boy, I did as he asked. It was just an egg sandwich after all. What I wasn’t expecting was how amazing it tasted. My taste buds were dancing with each bite I took. I finished my first triangle and quickly started on the second. “Daddy, can you make these for me every day?”

“I don’t know how healthy eating one of these every day would be, but I will put it on the list of Seb’s favourite foods.” Daddy answered, handing me a sippy cup.

“Do you really have a list?” I took a sip from my cup and smiled. It was apple juice, one of my favourites.

“I don’t, but I think I should. What other things do you like to snack on when you’re playing?”

I cuddled Lady Penelope to my chest. “Normally I don’t have snacks if I’m playing by myself. I get so caught up that I forget to eat.”

Daddy leaned forward and kissed my forehead, then pulled me into his lap. I snuggled against his chest, taking a long sip from my sippy cup. “Well we won’t let that happen. We will always make sure you have plenty of snacks and cuddles during playtime.”

I took another slow pull from my sippy cup before I held it out. I wasn’t sure who took it as I yawned at the same time.

“Do we need to get you home, baby boy?” I could hear the disappointment in Papa’s voice, though he hid it well.

Oh.

I was supposed to give them an answer about spending the weekend with them. I wanted to, very much, but I was nervous. Spending that amount of time with me, they would see the full unfiltered version of myself and not just my little side. I scolded myself. I wanted this. Why was I scared?

I needed my stuffies and my sketch book. Would Daddy or Papa take me back to my flat in the morning to pick up my stuff if I agreed to stay?

“I want to stay for the weekend.” I looked up at Daddy and Papa and saw them both smile like they had won the lottery. “I will need some things from my place, my stuffies and stuff.”

“We can certainly do that, though by the way the snow is coming down I think we might take Daddy’s Range Rover.”

“Is it snowing?” I sat up, excited, my tiredness forgotten. I loved the snow so much. My parents had disapproved of making snowmen—or any type of fun, really—but I’d found out I had a snow fun loving twin in Lilly, and I’d built my first ever proper snowman with her.

“Oh, look at the way those big brown eyes lit up,” Papa laughed, then smirked at Daddy. “You still have those old snow boots?”

“I have a jacket and mittens in the closet too. Why?” Daddy asked, smiling slightly.

“Sprite, want to go play in the snow before bedtime?” Papa gave a devilish grin and Daddy groaned behind me as I let out a joyful whoop.

“God save me from winter loving heathens.”

“You don’t like winter, Daddy?” I scrambled to my feet, excited to go out and play in the snow.

“I like it just fine when I have a glass of cognac and a fire close at hand, and a window separating me and the snow,” Daddy chuckled.

“That’s okay, more snow for us. And after that we can have a warm shower.” Papa gave a mischievous grin.

I blushed and giggled at the same time. Showering with Papa, being naked and slippery? My brain kind of shorted out at the idea, I wanted it almost as much as I wanted to play in the snow.

“Okay you two, before we do anything Seb needs some warmer things to wear, and it’s getting late so only half an hour, do you hear me?” Daddy was trying to give Papa a stern look, but Papa’s goofy grin warned he wasn’t taking it seriously.

“Ok sprite, let’s go.” Without further ado Papa lifted me up, and I clung on like a baby monkey with a silly grin on my face.

“Snow time!” I yelled.

“If you both catch a cold out there,” Daddy warned, following us at a more sedate pace.

“You’ll dote on us and feed us soup and make us feel better,” Papa answered, grinning at me when Daddy groaned.

“Damn it. I hate that you know me so well.”

Papa carried me into a small room off the main entry hall. It looked like a huge walk-in coat room, and that turned out to be exactly what it was.

“We store all our winter coats and shoes down here, better than tramping through the house leaving puddles of water about,” Daddy said, pulling out a thick red quilted jacket and holding it out for me.

“This will be miles too big for you, but at least I won’t have to worry about you freezing to death.” Daddy helped me put it on, and a pair of snow boots over my thick socks. Then he handed me a pair of warm gloves and a bright green beanie with reindeer horns on it, which had me giggling as he tried to put it on me.

“Daddy, where did you find this?” I rubbed the velvety horns and the soft fur that covered the brim.

Daddy smiled fondly, taking the beanie from me, looking at it. “Would you believe I was in a store last week and saw this? I don’t know why, but I just had to buy it. Maybe something was telling me we were going to meet someone who this would be perfect for.”

“You mean me.” I reached up and touched the beanie.

“I think so, yes. Now let’s get your boots done up so you and Papa can go outside and have some snowy fun.”

Papa was dressed in a heavy dark coat and boots and no hat, but he did have his own pair of warm gloves in hand.

“Are you going to come outside?”

“Not on your life, sweetheart. You and Papa can have all the fun, and I’ll have the hot chocolate ready for you both.”

I wrapped my arms around Daddy leaning forward until our foreheads touched. “You and Papa have given me the best night of my life. Thank you.” I kissed him softly, then tipped my head to see Papa smiling. I reached out with one of my arms, calling Papa forward to join in the cuddle, and kissed him the same as Daddy.

“The night isn’t over, sweetheart, and I feel like it’s us who need to thank you for taking a chance with us.”

Papa’s deep voice rumbled. “Agreed.”