Page 19 of A LIttle Christmas: Samm
They finish eating, and Samuel says, “You’re disgusted about me wanting to be a little, aren’t you?”
He shakes his head. “Samuel, I don’t even know what it means beyond an internet search. But I promise you I’m not disgusted.”
Samuel’s face is pink with shame. “I don’t want to be anactualchild. I just want to be taken care of. I want to be helpless, and… exploited. But with lots of sex. And I want a Daddy. But it isn’t… literal.”
“Sure. It’s time for Sammy to have his pacifier, I get it,” he says. “Except pacifier is dick. Cock.” He feels himself frown at how awkward saying the word aloud is. Presumably, he’d get used to it.
Samuel stares at him in what looks like stunned horror. “That… you can’t say that,” he says, and then he finishes the rest of his drink. So quickly it spills out the corner of his mouth and drips onto the table. He slams the glass back down and wipes his hand across his mouth.
“Relax. We’re fine. Everything is alright.” He takes a napkin from the dispenser and holds it out to the boy.
Samuel takes it carefully, between two fingers, like it’s a bomb. He presses it to his mouth, eyes wide and fixed on Bryan. It’s more amusing than it should be to see his usually calm and unflappable assistant discombobulated for once. Which has to be the reason he says what comes out of his mouth next.
“Good boy.” Byran points at the drip on the table. “Clean that up. We don’t want to leave a mess.” It’s a joke. Isn’t it?
Samuel wipes it up. His cheeks are pink, and his lips are pressed together in a hard line, as if he’s ready to snap.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” he says, and leaps out of the booth. He almost bumps into the waitress who is dropping off his second drink. Samuel leans back so far that he has to catch himself by putting one hand on the table. It makes a bow of his body. For just a moment, the outline of his hard cock is visible in his pants.
Then he steps to the side, stands up straight again, and his arousal is hidden. “Sorry, so sorry!” he babbles, and hurries to the bathroom.
Bryan nods at the waitress as she puts down Samuel’s drink. “I think that’s enough for him. We have work tomorrow,” he says.
“You got it, hon.”
“And I think we’ll take the bill,” he says, and hands her his credit card.
She walks away.
This might be a problem.
6
Samuel flees to the bathroom. He needs an escape. He’s tempted to call Wendy and rant about her brother-in-law. What does he mean he might be bisexual? How dare he!
Is his boss trying to torment him?
Bryan Demarco is the Daddy of his dreams. It has only been the man’s obvious heterosexuality and complete and utter unobtainability that made employment bearable. He’s older, gorgeous, mentally and fiscally stable, and he’s serious.
Strict almost.
He has high expectations of everyone, including himself, but he can also be understanding. He takes care of his employees. There isn’t an employee among them who doesn’t like the man.
And now he might be bisexual. He might come roaring out of the closet with no qualms whatsoever (who does that?!?), and he’s thrown Samuel into disarray after a few minutes conversation. He’s called him Sammy and made him clean up his mess. He’s given him a napkin like he is a child who doesn’t know any better— which is so much fucking hotter than it should be.
Even his tone, slightly belittling, was sexy.
And he’s practically a virgin. He’s never been with a man, and the only sex he’s had was terrible? Samuel could knock his socks off! He’d be the best sex the man ever had!
He could have his boss addicted to him in a matter of hours. Maybe minutes!
The things he would like to do to Mr. Demarco. Daddy Demarco. Ugh. He might explode just from the thought.
What the hell is Samuel supposed to do now?
His heart is pounding, and he turns on the water, shoves his hands under the tap for no real reason except that it’s cooling and something to do. He’s got to get himself together.
Maybe his boss is joking. Or trying to connect but going about it in the wrong way? Trying to empathize? Samuel knows lots of women who claim they’ll never date a man again, who say they are bi-curious and really want to be with a woman, and then don’t.
