I rolled my eyes. Damn it, of course she knew me better than I did.
“Okay, let’s say that might be true. We both know I have a less than successful score when it comes to dating.” I looked up at my ceiling, smiling at the hundreds of little glow-in-the-dark stars and a glowing smiling full moon that covered the ceiling. Lilly and I had spent a weekend redecorating my bedroom into my dream room, with all the touches that I associated with my newly discovered Little space.
“I think like always you’re going to overthink things, and nothing I say is going to change how you feel. What you have to ask yourself is, if this is a date, how do you feel about it? This is not just one guy but two, and two Daddies to boot,” Lilly said in her typical no nonsense way. “Let me just say, for the record I think they would be perfect for you, I’ve only known them a few months but Mummy says they have a solid reputation in the kink community in Leeds. And let’s not forget the most important thing.”
“What’s that?” I asked, already knowing what she was going to say.
“They are the daddiest Daddies to ever have daddied.” She didn’t squeal but it was a close thing.
“How do you know?”
“I watched them at the club, and the way they look out for all the Littles. Marco is quieter, kind of intense but gives the best cuddles, and Roman is the more talkative but no less intense, and they both like playing with all sorts of kinks. They really would be perfect for you.”
I groaned, wishing I had Lilly’s confidence. “How can you know what’s perfect for me when I don’t even know what’s perfect for me?”
Lilly gave a soft laugh. “You just have to go with it. Don’t overthink it.”
“Sure. easy for you to say. You’re not the one who’s meeting two hot Daddy Doms at the kink club they own for dinner.” My stomach swooped at the mention of dinner.
“It’s going to be fine. Are you driving out to the house?”
“No, um. Marco called and said he would pick me up and drop me back, something about worrying about me driving out to the house after dark.”
Lilly giggled. “They really are such Daddies. Okay, I’m going to let you go and finish getting dressed. Wear the purple shirt and put on that pretty shimmer gloss you got last week that makes your lips look super pouty.” I rolled my eyes but had to agree that the lip gloss did make my lips look nice.
“Already got the shirt on. Wish me luck.”
“You won’t need it, babe. You just need to let yourself enjoy this.” Lilly made a loud kissing sound and we traded love you’s before we finished the call.
I grabbed my favourite emerald green cardigan. It was knitted with the softest of wools and felt like clouds while I was knitting it. The colour was one I knew looked good on me and the cardigan itself felt like a fluffy, warm security blanket. Donning it, I immediately felt a little calmer.
Sighing, I sat up and looked around my room. It was my favourite place in the flat. I had the great wall of stuffies on one side of the room, each shelf packed tightly with all the plush toys I had. I didn’t have a specific type I favoured. It was whatever caught my eye. The only two not on the wall shelf were my giant stuffed Cassowary, Mama Cass, and my green fluff monster, Bernie. He was one of the few things I’d brought from home when I left. He’d been a gift from my granny, and it was a reminder that some of my family had loved me once. I grabbed him from where he sat and cuddled him to my chest.
“Okay, guys, I need you to behave while I’m out, no wild plushie parties. I will fill you in on all the details when I getback.” I gave Bernie a hug then sat him back on the bed next to Mama Cass. I kissed her head for good measure before I reached down and grabbed my trainers.
As I finished tying my laces my phone pinged with a message. A quick look showed me it was from Marco. He was parked outside waiting. I hurriedly messaged back that I would be there in a few minutes and rushed about turning lights out and making sure everything was off and the windows were locked. The area the shop was in wasn’t a bad neighbourhood, but there had been more than a few break ins and nothing filled me with more fear than losing the few possessions I’d saved up so hard to own.
Marco drove a fancy Jaguar SUV, and the man himself stood leaning against the car. I slowed down a touch to let myself admire him. His hair was down and tumbled around his shoulders in sandy blonde waves. His crisp white button down was open at the throat, showing off the ink on his throat and chest, and his tattooed arms were on display where he’d rolled the sleeves up. I touched the ink on my own throat and wondered where Marco had gotten his, and if Roman was tattooed as well.
As I walked closer Marco saw me approach and winked at me. “Looking good, Sebastian. Roe is going to flip over that shirt. Purple is his favourite colour and it looks amazing on you.”
I blushed heatedly at his words, unsure what to say. I wasn’t used to this open admiration.
Marco pulled the car door open as I got closer and then leaned in and buckled my seatbelt after I sat down. As he bent in to do so our bodies were close. I could smell the faint citrus notes of the aftershave he was wearing, and when he turned I saw how his blue eyes were almost the colour of sea ice, or what I imagined it would look like. His beard looked incredibly soft and I had to stop myself from reaching out and touching it.
“There, all safely buckled up. Roman would have my head if I didn’t get you to the house safely. He’s been fussing over dinner all afternoon.”
I found it almost laughable that anyone would fuss and stress over me joining them for dinner, yet here I was, being escorted to a manor-house-come-kink-haven to dine with its two handsome owners.
I sat back and wondered about the strangeness of my life as Marco closed the door and came around to sit in the driver’s side. Daring to look up, I saw him smiling at me and I couldn’t help but smile back.
“I know this must seem a bit strange to you, but I promise Roman and I are going to be absolute gentlemen. We spent, what, ten minutes together in the shop yesterday. But I gotta say sprite, you have us both twitterpated with you.”
Marco gave a cheeky smile and I giggled. Who said twitterpated? But his admission made me feel nice inside. It was a new sensation to be wanted.
“Sprite?” I asked, not disliking the nickname. Quite the contrary I’d never had one before so it felt special.
“Sprites. Small lively forest spirits. You remind me of one.” I smiled at Marco’s answer. I loved that he saw me like that.
