Marco gave a short laugh. “Have you been doing research on us?”
I dropped my eyes to my sketch. When Lilly had brought up the idea originally of me coming to Crimson House, I’d done a deep dive into kink clubs and Crimson House, as well as trying to educate myself in the lifestyle.
“I might have done a little snooping,” I admitted aloud.
“Very sensible, young man. We would have encouraged you to do just that, if you had not already done that.” Roman pulled out some papers from a pocket inside his jacket.
“This is a membership form, and the other sheet is a kink list. I’m going to assume you’ve never seen one before.” Roman smiled kindly and laid the sheets out on the counter.
“No Sir. I’ve heard about them, but never actually filled one in.” I couldn’t very well tell them up until a year and half ago I’d been living in a bubble, and that everything I did, the people I saw, were all strictly policed. They didn’t need to know all of that.
“Don’t let all this intimidate you. The temporary membership form is just a formality. It covers our insurance. But we also are sure that any friend of Lilly’s would make a wonderful addition to our club.” Roman spread out the forms showing me the temporary membership. That was pretty much standard and I understood the need to carefully vet those who wanted to join a club like theirs and to have a signed confidentiality clause. The kink list was another story. Just reading down the page had me starting to blush. I had worked in a sex store for the past year and half, but there were some things on there I’d never heard of.
“I think this might be a bit too much for him, Roe.” Marco’s voice was full of concern.
“No it’s okay. I mean it’s a bit sudden and not what I imagined looking over today, I’ll be honest.” I gave an apologetic shrug and Marco smiled.
“I just barrelled in like normal, didn’t I?” Roman shook his head, laughing in a self deprecating manner.
“No honestly, it’s fine.” The buzzer over the shop door went and a couple of people walked in. “I probably am not going to have time to go over it now.” I smiled ruefully.
Roman and Marco shared a look before Roman turned back to me. “This is going to sound a bit forward, but would you like to meet us for dinner tomorrow night? We could go over the forms and talk about any concerns you might have. Lilly did say you were feeling a bit hesitant.”
Marco nodded. “Sounds like a plan. We can show you around the club while it’s not open, you can talk to us about your reservations, and we can share a meal.”
I looked at both men, and it took a moment to understand what they were asking. These two incredibly handsome men who, let’s be honest, ticked all of my boxes, were inviting me to share a meal with them and look around their kink club.
I did what any self respecting guy with a brain would do.
I said yes.
CHAPTER TWO
ROMAN
Ilooked over at Marco. I could tell he was thinking about the remarkable young man we had met. I was not one to make rash decisions, but once I laid eyes on Sebastian I felt instantly drawn to him, and I knew Marco felt the same. Sebastian was beautiful, with that shocking red hair and sea green eyes, but it was more than that. It was an innocent beauty that came from the inside. I knew I sounded like some crazy romantic, but the shy smiles and self-deprecating humour he’d shown only piqued my interest further.
“Did we leap in with both feet and not check the depth?” I said, earning a wry chuckle from Marco.
“Babe, you acted on gut instinct, and those instincts have never led us wrong before.”
I reached out to take Marco’s hand. “It’s ridiculous. We barely spent ten minutes talking to him, but I feel in my gut he is screaming for a Daddy—or should I say Daddies— to take care of him.” I squeezed Marco’s hand and turned to look at the green fields rolling past my window.
“You know it can be like that. You meet someone and everything just feels right. Heck, it worked for us.” Marco pulledour Jaguar four-by-four into the long drive that led up to the house.
We’d bought the house four years ago. Back then it had been a mess. Water damage and plumbing issues were just the start. But we’d wanted this place to be special, and with more money than sense, and a lot of Marco’s contacts, we were able to turn the dilapidated house into a grand home and exclusive members-only club. We’d been up and running for six months, and longtime city members like Liz had flocked to the house when we’d opened up memberships.
Part of the move was for business, but mostly I needed to be away from the city. I wanted time with Marco that wasn’t dominated by the consulting work I still did as a forensic pathologist or at our club in Leeds. Marco had retired three years ago. A near miss that had cost one diver his life and had Marco in hospital for six weeks had made him re-evaluate what he wanted. He still took the occasional dive contract, but no longer for the oil companies. The biggest motivator for our move, though, was time for us, and the hope we would find that special boy who would fit in our lives seamlessly. We’d enjoyed a variety of play partners and loved every moment with those special men, but now what we craved was that beautiful but elusive unicorn—a Little we could call our own.
“If you’re looking for input here, I agree. I think he’s worth getting to know. It sounds corny for me to say it out loud, but when he smiled? Shit, I just about swept the boy up in a hug—not to mention with all those curls and bright green eyes, he’s sexy as fuck,” Marco said, chuckling.
“Oh, he really is, I could gobble that boy up given half a chance.” I thought about what Lilly had mentioned about her friend in an earlier conversation, before we’d met Sebastian. “Lilly mentioned he’d been through a lot before he’d come to work for Miss Rose. She didn’t go into specifics, but I get thefeeling we are going to need to tread carefully and not do our usual,” I cautioned, turning back to Marco.
He smiled before he answered me. “Got it. No barreling in, no pressure, but it’s gonna be really hard.” Then he sighed.
“It’s going to be hard, or you’re going to be hard?” I joked, letting out a laugh when he pulled my hand to rest against his cock. I gave a gentle squeeze and Marco let out a deep groan.
“Want to pull over? I’ll help you with that problem.” I snickered as Marco yanked the wheel, steering the car off to the side of the driveway, and pulled to a stop under one of the large willow trees that lined the drive.
