Page 16 of Our Little Sebastian
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 cameto 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—evensexyfun 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.
