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 workedas 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.
