Chapter 9

CHAPTER NINE

SEBASTIAN

I was stifling. I felt like I was lying between two furnaces but I didn’t want to move. If there was such a thing as heaven it had to feel like this. My throat ached a little bit, but it was perfect. I licked my lips, imagining I could still taste Daddy and Papa’s come on my lips.

Papa and Daddy were making cute snoring sounds, both still deeply asleep. Maybe I could sneak downstairs and make breakfast. I liked the idea of being able to do something nice for my Daddies. Somehow I needed to slip out of bed without them noticing. My clothes and play clothes were sitting on the dresser. Daddy had folded them all up after we had showered. I didn’t feel like wearing my jeans today, not if I was going to be my Daddies’ best boy all weekend. I wanted to be comfortable. Later today we were going to go back to my flat to get my things for the weekend. I couldn’t wait to show my stuffies the playroom. But laying here thinking about that wasn’t going to help me get out of this bed and get downstairs.

I managed to get myself out from under their arms and on top of the blankets. Now I just needed to get off the bed and downstairs before they woke. Maybe I could make them some of Gran’s special waffles. I was certain they would have the ingredients in the kitchen downstairs.

I wiggled my way down to the foot of the bed. I could do this. I stifled a giggle as Daddy snorted and mumbled, rolling towards Papa. I slid out of bed and tiptoed to the dresser, grabbing the sweat pants and hooded sweatshirt Daddy had given me to wear the night before. Quickly getting dressed, I risked a look back at the bed. Papa and Daddy were sound asleep. Papa’s long hair had escaped his braid and was spread out over his face and pillow like blond spider webs. He had a foot poking out of the covers and I was pretty sure I saw the pale curve of his bum showing from where the duvet had slipped down. He’d told me he was a hot sleeper last night and always had to have something sticking out from the covers. He’d said it with a cheeky grin and Daddy had thrown a cushion at him.

Daddy let out a soft snort and I had to smother another giggle with my hand. Daddy was normally so very put together, like a sexy lawyer or something, and to see him now with his hair pointing everywhere and a large pool of drool on his pillow should not have been as endearing as it was. I was falling hard for my Daddies already, after only one night together. I could only imagine how I would feel by the end of the weekend.

The old me would have been afraid of having my heart broken, but now I knew that they were both worth the risk. I slipped from the bedroom and headed towards the main staircase.

I couldn’t believe how huge the house was, not to mention the club. The little bit I’d seen of it was awesome. It was going to be so exciting to play in the Littles room with Lilly tonight. That reminded me—I really needed to call her this morning. I knew she’d want to know how my night with Roman and Marco had gone.

I felt like I needed to pinch myself. How had this happened? How had I gone from no Daddies or potential boyfriends to two?

Lilly was not going to believe me when I told her, but then again she’d been the one to get Roman and Marco to come to the shop under the pretence of bringing the club membership forms. I was going to call her sneaky arse out on that—but I was also going to thank her.

“Hello, you must be Seb.”

I looked up and saw a large smiling face in front of me.

“Holy shit.” I staggered back and landed on my bum.

The man in front of me frowned in concern. “Oh no, the masters didn’t warn you I’d be here first thing, did they?” The guy was built like a mountain, yet he spoke with a soft, almost musical voice.

“No.” I shook my head.

Wait a minute. Daddy did say something about Sam being here in the morning. “You’re Sam? The house manager, or was it a bouncer?”

Sam reached out a huge hand and helped me stand. “I am. Sorry about scaring you.”

I couldn’t be mad at him. He had such a friendly smile and really I wasn’t looking where I was going. “It’s fine, nothing damaged.” I patted my bum and grinned. “Well, except for my pride.” I side eyed his massive arms and thighs and shook my head “Did you eat a lot of spinach as a kid?”

Sam wrinkled his pug nose and shook his shaggy blonde head. “Ew no, not big on veggies. I only ate them when I was training.”

“What were you training for, the giant games?” I gasped. I really shouldn’t have said that. “I’m sorry, that was rude.”

“No, you’re right. I’m a big boy. It’s the first thing people notice. I played rugby for the Doncaster Knights but also worked as a firefighter—well, until I hurt myself.” Sam said as he walked alongside me down the stairs.

“So you help Roman and Marco run the club and the house?” Sam followed me as I walked towards the hallway that led to the kitchen—at least, I hoped it was the right hallway.

“I keep the club organised and make sure any repairs that need doing are done. Old places like these need a lot of TLC.”

“So you call in people to fix stuff, as well as do all the club stuff?” I was interested, and something told me Sam was a good guy.

“Yeah. I worked for them back in Leeds. They gave me a job when nobody else would, and when they moved here they asked if I wanted to be manager of the club once it got up and going, and to help them with this place.” Sam’s smile was full of pride.

Pushing open the large wooden door I let out a sigh of relief. It was the kitchen. Now I just needed to find where Roman stored everything.

“Did you need a hand?” Sam followed me into the kitchen.

“You know, I might. I woke up with this grand idea of making my Daddies breakfast.” I blushed, realising what I had said out loud, but Sam just smiled.

“Don’t sweat it. I’m in the lifestyle too. Well, I mean I’m finally dipping my toes in.”

Sam helped me find what I needed to make the pancakes, and I found a packet of bacon and enough eggs that I could make a pretty decent breakfast.

“Are you a Dom or Daddy?” I wasn’t sure if it was polite or not to ask.

Sam shook his head, his shaggy curls bouncing. “No, but everyone assumes I am because of how big I am.”

I put down the mixing bowl I found down on the counter. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed either. It’s not right and I should know better.”

“It’s okay. Besides, look at me. I’m six foot three and covered in tattoos and muscles. People will make assumptions. They are not expecting me to want to get into my favourite footed PJs and want to colour and snuggle with Mr Rex.”

“Who’s Mr Rex?” I started to make the batter for the pancakes and motioned for Sam to sit.

“Mr Rex is my dinosaur—well, my stuffed dino. I found him a few years ago in a toy shop near where I used to train when I played for the Doncaster Knights. He was sitting in this toy shop I used to pass each day on my way to training, and one day after a really shit day I stopped in and brought him. He reminded me of a favourite one I’d had and lost.”

“I get that. When I was kicked out I lost most of my stuffies and things. My dad threw them out. But I managed to bring Bernie with me, my fluffy monster. And then I bought Mama Cass not long after I started work for Miss Rose.” I set the two pans I found on the stove top and began to make the pancakes in one and cook the bacon in the other.

“Your dad kicked you out?” Sam asked.

“Yeah. Um, could you get me some plates out? One for yourself as well.”

Sam looked surprised but then smiled. “Thanks for the offer, but I just had a cuppa and some toast before I left my place.” Sam moved over to the large sideboard and grabbed the plates, adding knives and forks from the drawer.

“Do you live close?” I asked, flipping the first pancake onto the serving plate.

“Just over in the coachman’s cottage. Marco and Roman offered it to me when they moved here. They are really good men.”

I looked at Sam across the counter he was a total cutie and I couldn’t help but wonder if he and my Daddies had ever scened together.

“So did you and my Daddies ever… “ I didn’t finish the sentence. It wasn’t my business who Marco and Roman had been with.

Sam’s rumbling laughter made me look up. He was smiling and shaking his head. “You don’t have to worry, it’s never been anything like what you’re thinking between me and your Daddies.”

“I’m being silly. I have no right to ask. This is all very new. I mean technically, last night was our first date. The problem is, I think I’m falling for them already.” I sighed, not caring that I’d just dropped my emotional baggage on a near stranger.

“I don’t think you have much to worry about. I’ve never seen the two of them so excited as when they came back from meeting you for the first time. You should have seen the two of them yesterday trying to work out what they were going to cook for dinner or if they were going to take you out to a restaurant. They were like two teenagers excited for their first date.”

I was confused about what was so special about me. “But I’m just me, I’m nothing special.”

“I can’t say. I don’t know you but I get a good feeling about you, and you don’t have to worry. I have no designs on your Daddies.”

I smirked at Sam and pointed the spatula towards him. “But you do want one, yes?”

“Yeah, I do. It took me years to feel comfortable with my sexuality. I was scared to come out but when I did, it felt like a huge weight was lifted off my chest. The kink I fell into by accident.” Sam shrugged.

“I knew I was gay when I was about ten. I only told my Gran at first. She had always been super supportive and a bit outrageous. She’d worked in theatre and dance halls up until she had my mum, then she opened up her own clothing store. She did alterations but she also made some one off pieces. I learned to sew from her.” I smiled, remembering sitting in her sewing room with all the bolts of fabric and spindles of ribbon. It was like a magical wonderland to me.

“She sounds so cool. I don’t really have much family.” Sam leaned against the counter, watching me cook. “She taught you to cook as well?”

I nodded. “Both Gran and my mum did. My mum’s not a bad person, but she’s under my father’s thumb. He is very much concerned about appearances and the family name, and I was not living up to that grand institution.” I sighed dramatically. “Mum and I used to have so much fun when Dad went away for work—dress up parties and tea parties, sewing and baking—but my dad hated it and demanded it stop. He made me join the local scouts and under 12 football team. I can tell you, that did not go well.”

“Not made for football?”

“Two left feet and the ability to kick the ball in the opposite direction it’s supposed to go.” I laughed, remembering just how bad I was at it. “Tea parties and stuffies are much more my speed I think.”

“Me too—well, these days. I love playing rugby, but I also love my little time. After my accident I had to spend a lot of time on bed rest. That was where I got to know my Little side.”

“Important question,” I said, pointing the spatula like a dangerous weapon.

“Okay,” Sam answered, smiling.

“Is there such a thing as too many stuffies?”

Sam brought one of his large hands to his chest, his face a picture of mock outrage “There are never too many stuffies. Mind you, I think I might be running out of room on my bed.”

“Oh, I had the same problem but Lilly showed me these cute storage shelves that are easy to assemble, and you can order them online.”

Sam and I were busy discussing when we could have a playdate, when my Daddies came into the room, both looking sexy and rumpled and smiling when they saw I had cooked breakfast.

“I hope this is okay, Daddies. I wanted to thank you for last night..” I was rambling a bit, unsure if the right thing to do was to kiss them good morning. I still wasn’t quite sure if that was the relationship they wanted—something outside of kink where they were also my boyfriends. My brain was kind of twisting itself up in knots until my Daddies walked over, Papa kissing me first. He tasted like mint toothpaste. And then it was Daddy’s turn. Their kisses left me blushing and a little breathless.

“This looks lovely, baby boy, and you know we didn’t expect you to do this. We want to spoil you.” Daddy pecked me on the cheek, coming around to sit in one of the stools nearest me.

“We were hoping you and Sam would hit it off, and by the looks of it you already have.”

Sam blushed bright red, which was so freaking adorable, and I couldn’t help but grin at my Papa’s comment.

“We did. Well, after he scared the poop out of me and I fell on my arse.” I giggled as I placed the platter of pancakes on the breakfast bench.

“Oh dear, what happened?” Daddy grabbed me by the waist, nuzzling my neck. “Do I need to check your cute bottom and make sure there are no bruises?”

“Daddy!” I gasped, a little shocked and mostly turned on. I shook my head and looked over at Sam, who just grinned back at me.

“You’re only working the first half of the evening right?” Papa narrowed his eyes at Sam who looked down at his hands.

“Yeah, Ruben already said he was taking over and said he had word from the ‘Management’ that I needed time off.”

“You really do, Samuel. You have been working your arse off and you deserve some time to play.” Daddy gave Sam a very stern look.

“Don’t worry Daddy, Sam is going to come play with Lilly and I tonight when he finishes his shift.” I winked at Sam and got a thankful smile in return.

Sam quietly got up from his stool. “I’m going to leave you three to it. It was lovely to meet you Seb, and can’t wait to play tonight.”

After Sam left, Daddy turned and smiled at me. “That is a fantastic idea inviting Sam to play, love. Your Papa and I want you to have a fantastic first night in the club, and I can’t think of more fun than getting to play with friends.”

I drew in a long breath excitedly. “I’m looking forward to it too, and meeting Ambrosius and the horses and exploring the hedge maze and?—”

“Whoa, slow down cutie. We have all weekend, and I promise we are going to do all of that and more.” Papa gave me a hug from the side and kissed the top of my head. It was almost too perfect.

Daddy smiled at me. His lips were glossy with melted butter; I kind of wanted to lick it off. “Sweetheart, these pancakes are perfect ,and the eggs are so fluffy. If you’re not careful we’re going to want you to make breakfast every morning.” Daddy took a huge forkful of scrambled egg into his mouth then moaned, the sound very close to the sounds he made last night while I sucked him. My cheeks flamed at the memory, and Papa grinned at me as if he knew where my thoughts had just gone.

I cleared my throat loudly, shooting Papa a glare. “That doesn’t sound like a bad thing. I like cooking, but I’m not as good as you are.”

Papa reached over and stole a pancake from my plate, his lips twisted in a mischievous smirk. “Admit it, you just want to keep hearing Daddy moan. I’m right, aren’t I?”

“You are a braddy, just like Daddy said.” I patted Papa’s cheek, stealing my pancake back and shoving it all into my mouth with a triumphant grin, chewing loudly.

Daddy reached over and wiped my face. “Careful, sweet one. Papa loves nothing more than to bait cute Littles into being cheeky.”

I swallowed my mouthful and looked at Daddy then Papa. “Why would you do that?”

“A chance to spank a cute little arse? Why wouldn’t I?” Papa chuckled. I hated to admit it, but I kind of liked the idea of Papa getting a little rough with me, maybe even spanking me until I cried.

Already in my mind they had special roles. Daddy was a cuddler and kisser, always quick to make things better and be kind, though I’d seen hints of his stern side last night.

Papa was more like a force of nature, driven by whims and a little wild, and I felt like he was going to push me past my comfort zone sometimes. I needed that, just as much as I needed the calm dominance of Daddy. They were two parts of a perfect Daddy dynamic for me, and I just hoped after this weekend they would want to see me again.

I caught Daddy looking at me and smiled brightly. I was going to be the best Little they had ever had.

More snow had fallen overnight and the grounds were covered in a pristine layer of snow. I couldn’t help but run through it, sending white plumes up into the air. I loved winter even when we didn’t get snow. I liked wrapping up in warm blankets and drinking hot chocolate. Winter always signified a special time of year.

“Sebastian, be careful. Don’t get too close to the duck pond please.” Daddy and Papa were walking behind me taking their time, but I was too excited. I wanted to meet Ambrosius. Llamas were my favourite animal in the whole world and the fact that Marco and Roman had one was just the icing on the perfect Daddy cake. I’d been slipping in and out of Little space ever since we’d finished the dishes and Sam had left to tend to club business. Sam and I were going to meet up in the Littles’ playroom tonight when he finished his shift. I was so excited about tonight.

Suddenly the ground disappeared beneath me, and I was falling forward into the duck pond. Only I wasn’t—strong hands had grabbed me around my waist and were pulling me backwards. I fell back onto the snow with a loud oof, only my butt didn’t feel the cold of the snow. Turning, I saw I’d landed on Papa. He’d grabbed me before I had a chance to go arse over tit into the pond.

“That could have ended badly. I think you need to pay a little more attention, sprite. You don’t want to end up in the pond.”

I looked over at the pond and shivered. The water already had a thin layer of ice over it, and I could imagine just how cold it would be. Nope, no way was I going to risk falling in. For the rest of the walk I was going to make sure I looked where I was going, and maybe make sure Papa and Daddy were between disaster and me.

The stables came into view not long after the pond near miss. It was a large red brick building with double doors which Daddy opened and led us into the interior. There were six large stalls that ran the length of the stable, and Daddy said the tack and feed rooms were at the other end. A black and white horse with a mane that reminded me of Farrah Fawcett’s hair from all those Charlie’s Angels reruns Gran and I watched. It stuck its head over a stall door and nickered softly when he saw Daddy.

Another horse popped its head out of the next stall. This one had a shiny black coat, but with the same magnificent mane as the other.

“That’s Artemis.” Daddy pointed to the black horse. “She is Marco’s. The piebald is Domino, and she’s mine.”

“They’re beautiful.” I didn’t step too close. Horses scared the heck out of me. They were so much bigger than I was.

Daddy gently took my elbow and led me closer to the horses. “Here, give them this and they will be your friends forever.” He handed me half an apple, resting my upturned hand in his, and held it out for the piebald horse. My breath caught when her velvety muzzle touched my hand lightly. Her eyes were gentle and inquisitive.

Daddy guided my hand along her cheek, showing me her favourite scritchy places. Domino huffed gently against my hand, her warm breath ticklish.

“She’s beautiful,” I said.

Artemis gave a loud snort in her stable as if to argue the fact.

“Don’t worry girl, you’ll get your turn soon.” I moved back and held my hand out for another apple half. Then I stepped closer to Artemis. She was quite a bit taller than Domino and had a mischievous glint in her eye, reminding me of Papa. “You must be Papa’s horse, you have the same naughty energy he does,” I whispered as she tried to nibble at my hoodie.

“I resemble that comment.”

I jumped as Papa leaned over my shoulder to give Artemis a pat.

“But you’re not wrong.” Papa kissed my cheek before taking my hand to lead me to the next stall.

I noticed Daddy was staying with the horses. “Is Daddy not coming with us?”

“No. He and Ambrosius have a hate hate relationship. Amby spits and your Daddy yells. Though I have to admit, I probably don’t get along any better with him.”

I peered into the stall and a fawn fluffy head stared back at me. Large banana shaped ears pricked forward as if the llama understood every word that Papa had said.

I clapped my hands together softly, excited to meet my first llama in person but trying to keep calm because I didn’t want to scare him. But from the look Papa was giving him, I guessed it was Ambrosius who did the scaring around here.

“You and Daddy rescued him?” I reached out for another apple slice before moving closer to the stall.

“Yeah, he was in one of those travelling pet exhibits and hadn’t been treated very well. Roman saw the woman who ran the show go to beat Ambrosius and stepped in. Animal welfare got involved and all the other animals were adopted out, or at least found good foster families, but Arsehole here was so cranky no one was brave enough to take him on except us.”

I reached over the stall door with the apple held out.

Papa took a sharp breath when Ambrosius came forward and sniffed my hand.

“My, aren’t you a handsome fellow?” I slowly reached out to gently touch one of his ears, which he allowed, tilting his head lower when I found an especially good spot. I giggled at the shocked faces on my Daddies when Ambrosius softly lipped at my hair and allowed me to keep patting him. His wool was soft under my fingers and I wondered if I could ask my Daddies for some of his fleece next time he was shorn. I’d knitted with alpaca wool before but never llama.“Do you think I could have some of your fleece, Ambrosius? I could make the softest of mittens and scarves.”

Daddy came closer and Ambrosius narrowed his eyes, his ears standing up.

“Be nice Amby. Papa and Daddy rescued you, and they aren’t going to hurt you.” I gave Daddy an encouraging smile, hoping Amby would not spit at Daddy or try to bite him. “Rub his ears like this, he likes it.” I showed Daddy where to scratch, taking his hand in mine. Amby gave a little snort. He still watched Daddy carefully, but allowed him to pet him.

“How did you manage to make friends with him in seconds?” Daddy looked at me in surprise.

“I’ve always been good with animals, though I’ve not really spent much time around horses or ever met a llama before Amby.” I kept scratching Amby’s cheek and ear. “Do you think when you get him shorn next I could have some of his wool to spin?”

Daddy nodded, moving his hand away before Amby took a bite. “Yes, though it won’t be until the spring. Mind you, I think I may have some of his wool left from his last haircut. Not a lot, but maybe enough to spin and knit a few scarves. I have it bagged up. We can grab it before we head back up to the house.”

I bounced on my heels, excited at the prospect of spinning Amby’s wool. Who knew, if I had time I could spin it up and knit a couple of scarves for Daddy and Papa for Christmas—though that was only a week away. Maybe it could be a New Year’s gift instead. In the meantime I’d find some nice gifts to give them for Christmas.

Papa walked in carrying a large bucket of feed. He looked all outdoorsy and manly in the dark red plaid shirt he was wearing, and I had to say, the look was doing it for me. He kissed me as he bent down to fill Ambrosius’s feed bucket.

My Daddies were very much into kissing and touching, and I was very okay with that.

“All right, adorable boy, we should probably head back to the house for some lunch and then to your flat to pick up what you need for the rest of the weekend.” Daddy pulled me away from Amby’s stall and towards the doors.

I waved to Amby and followed Daddy inside. Maybe we’d be able to sneak in another quick blow job before we had to head to the flat.

A boy could be hopeful after all, and I really enjoyed the practice.