Page 28 of Our Little Sebastian
CHAPTER TEN
SEBASTIAN
“Sebastian, 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 alsohorny 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.”
