Page 9 of Our Little Sebastian
“Hmm. For minor things maybe corner time, but more serious breaches, say you are not eating properly or sleeping, then there could be an arse spanking. The same punishment could go for you touching yourself without our permission,” Marco said.
“Oh.” My dick twitched, and I wasn’t sure if it was interested in the spanking or the control, they were talking about having over me. Both things sounded exciting and really amazing to me.
“None of this is going to happen without us sitting down and talking things through,” Roman said, levelling Marco with a stern look before moving back around to the other side of the island.
“Roe is right, sweetheart. We’re going to hash shit out and not leave any doubts in that cute little brain of yours. We’re not going to push you to call us Daddy yet, but eventually we hopeyou’ll feel we deserve the titles.” Marco took one of my hands from my lap and brought it to his lips, kissing it.
“For now, we are going to enjoy each other’s company. Maybe you’d like to see our Littles room downstairs,” Roman said, lifting out a sizzling pan of roasted potatoes. My stomach growled happily.
“That would be brilliant.” I watched as Marco moved around to help Roe dish out dinner, the two working in unison.
“So the club and kitchen is downstairs and you live upstairs?” I asked spying the bowl of peas being served up and trying not to scowl.
“Yes we have our suite plus guest rooms. All the rooms have their own bathroom, plus there is a sitting room and library. It’s nice to have some separation between the club and our home,” Roman said. He started to carve the roast beef and my stomach let out another loud growl, reminding me I had barely eaten all day.
“Hear that Roe? Sounds like our boy has a tiger hiding in his belly.” Marco patted my stomach as he walked past carrying a basket full of fresh dinner rolls.
Roman gave me a measured look and pursed his lips. “Did you eat today, Seb?’
“Does one of Lilly’s raspberry and chocolate brownies count?” I asked hopefully.
“While Lilly’s baked goods are a food group in themselves, they really don’t count as a proper meal.” Roman motioned to the counter behind him. “Be a love and grab out the cutlery please, knives and forks and a dessert spoon will do.”
I jumped off my stool and moved across to the drawers Roman had pointed to, happy to be doing something while my brain processed everything that was happening. They were right, things were moving fast, but it didn’t scare me off. On the contrary, I’d been longing for something, a special connection,for so long. To have it within my grasp now, there was no way I wanted to slow down.
I touched my lips, still feeling the ghost of the kisses I’d shared with them, I really wanted more of those.
“Seb darling, have I lost you?” Roman sounded amused. Whoops. I’d been woolgathering in front of the cutlery drawer. I grabbed handfuls of silverware and hoped they were the right ones and dashed back to the table.
“No running in the kitchen, Sebastian.” Roe gave me what was meant to be a stern look, but it didn’t really work with how much he was smiling.
“Sorry.” I slowed my steps a little bit to the amusement of Marco, who grabbed me by the waist as I ran past. Looking between Marco and Roman, it dawned on me the only thing that would make this fantastic night better was to be able to call them Daddy, that had been one of my deepest desires. I could see how different they both were. Roman was already showing what a caring and attentive Daddy he would be but also one who loved to touch and cuddle. Marco was fire and fun and I was sure he would be the one to push me past my comfort zone and try new things while Roman would make sure to kiss the boo boos I got along the way.
I smiled hesitantly at both of them unsure how to say what was on my mind but deciding I would just blurt it out. “I want Roman to be Daddy and you to be my Papa.” I held my breath waiting for their reaction.
“Give Papa a kiss,” Marco said.
I relaxed into his arms as he started to kiss me. It definitely wasn’t a chaste kiss, and I was left panting and a little hard when he pulled away.
“I should set the table like Daddy Roe said.” I blushed, saying it out loud for the first time but I didn’t want to take it back. It felt so right when I said it.
“You should, baby. Gotta say, I love how that word sounds coming from your sweet mouth.” Marco gave me a hug then gently sent me on my way.
I glanced over at Roe as I set out the cutlery and saw him smiling at me. I grinned back, a lightness settling over me that I’d never felt before. This might be happening fast, but damn it, I was going to hold on tight and enjoy the ride while it lasted.
CHAPTER FOUR
ROMAN
Watching Sebastian with Marco, I was having a hard time holding my excitement for the future at bay. They looked amazing together. Telling myself to give Sebastian space and not dive in head first was going to be more of a challenge than I had anticipated. I couldn’t wait to take him to the play room and see him experience his first playtime with Daddies. I chuckled at my own excitement, and catching Marco’s eye I guessed he was feeling it too—the urge to comfort and protect Seb, to show him what it was truly like to be our boy.
But first I was going to help Sebastian connect with the adorable Little he’d barely had time to know.
“Set those at the end of the table. You can sit at the end and Marco and I can sit either side,” I instructed, watching him move to do exactly what I said. It didn’t take terribly long between the three of us to have the table laden with food. I shared a smile with Marco. It had been too long since we’d had company for dinner. Most nights we were upstairs in the small kitchenette, ample for small meals. When I wanted to bake something or make a fancier meal I came downstairs, but most of the time we settled for eating in the kitchenette during the week.
I deliberately set everything out in platters and bowls, not knowing Sebastian’s food choices and interested to see what he would pick. He laughed as Marco took heaping spoonfuls of peas and carrots and several large slices of beef. Sebastian’s eyes grew wide at the sheer amount of food Marco put on his plate. I was used to how much Marco could put away, but I found it amusing to watch other people react, and Seb didn’t let me down, gaping in open awe as Marco heaped more food onto his plate.
“I think I might burst if I tried to eat that much,” Seb joked, then smiled. “Well, unless it was chocolate cake. I think I could be the champion at eating that.”
