3. SAMMY
SAMMY
The Uber ride back to Harrison’s hotel room was lovely. Sammy felt comfortable enough to snuggle up against Harrison and close his eyes as the car made its way through some late-night traffic toward the hotel.
With the car heating set to high, it was enough to make Sammy nearly fall asleep on the journey. But Sammy felt too embarrassed to go to sleep just yet – there was no way he was going to do that with someone he barely knew. Not yet anyhow!
‘I want to wait until tuck-in time,’ Sammy said, looking up at Harrison.
‘That’s up to you, kid,’ Harrison replied, his huge body the perfect thing to snuggle up to for any car ride. ‘Don’t worry about it. If you fall asleep, I’ll carry you up to the suite.’
Sammy felt his heart skip a beat.
There was something so masculine about Harrison.
The Daddy vibes coming off Harrison were so strong that Sammy couldn’t help feel a little bit aroused as well as tired.
In fact, the longer that Sammy was up close and personal with Harrison in the car, the more turned on he got. This could be a problem…
What if he sees my thing sticking up in my pants?
Harrison might get mad.
He might… spank me.
Sammy felt himself blushing as he imagined all the ways that Harrison might punish him for getting aroused in the car. After all, this hadn’t been a sexual thing. Harrison had merely offered to take Sammy back to his for a tuck-in and bedtime story.
And anyway, Sammy knew that he had no time to be getting himself involved in a relationship. The way Sammy’s schedule was working out over the course of the next few weeks, things were only going to get busier and busier.
Sammy let out a long sigh. Something that didn’t go unnoticed by Harrison…
‘Talk to me. Tell me what you’re thinking,’ Harrison said.
‘I… I… I think I might want to take a break from work,’ Sammy said. ‘But I’m worried what my manager might say.’
Sammy felt his voice wavering as he spoke.
It felt scary to even speak the words. Sammy knew full well that Tucker wouldn’t react well to any idea about time off or taking an extended break.
As much as Tucker had done for Sammy’s career, Sammy was starting to wonder whether Tucker had his own best interests at heart.
‘Grrrr. You shouldn’t be afraid, boy,’ Harrison said, an irritated tone in his voice. ‘You’re his boss, not the other way around. A sweet boy like you should never be afraid to make his own schedule.’
‘T-t-t-thank you,’ Sammy said, the authoritative tone in Harrison’s voice bringing out Sammy’s submissive side. ‘I’m just so tired all the time. I really just want to focus on my recipe book. And real cooking too!’
Sammy kept talking. It felt good to let it all out.
And it felt even better to do it while snuggled up in Harrison’s warm, manly embrace.
Sammy knew that he could never express himself like this to Tucker, and could almost predict word for word what Tucker would say in response – and it wasn’t good.
But with Harrison it was different.
Harrison was listening to every word that Sammy was saying. And with Harrison’s rock-hard chest and strong arm for comfort, Sammy felt more comfortable in opening up and talking than he had done for a long time.
It may have been a cold and windy night outside of the car, but the feeling inside was the total opposite.
The more Sammy talked about his career, the more he could see that he had been pushed in a certain direction by Tucker.
In fact, Sammy couldn’t remember the last time he even made a normal cooking video.
‘I… just… want to feel happy with my work,’ Sammy said, getting a little bit emotional as the truth hit home.
‘I know it might sound silly to you, but I see my recipes and cooking as an art form. And if all I’m doing is wacky videos and promotional stuff, I’m not really able to feel any true connection. Does that make sense?’
Harrison seemed to take a big, deep breath before replying.
‘It certainly does make sense,’ Harrison replied.
‘I know a thing or two about being a frustrated artist, believe me on that. It’s important that you do what makes you happy, boy.
But we can talk about that another time.
We’re nearly at the hotel now and you’re one tired boy.
It’s time to get you inside and safely tucked up in my king-sized bed…
* * *
Harrison’s hotel suite was fancy with a capital F. With high ceilings, antique furniture, and huge windows that looked out onto the city skyline, it was the kind of suite that wouldn’t have looked out of place on an HBO drama or expensive movie.
‘Wowie, this place is… something else,’ Sammy said, wondering just how rich Harrison was. ‘Is this where you always stay?’
Harrison laughed.
‘It depends how much my agent wants to butter me up,’ Harrison replied, removing Sammy’s jacket. ‘You got a little bit wet from the rain. And it’s late. And you need to sleep. No more questions. It’s time we got you into bed.’
Sammy felt himself blush.
The way Harrison was handling this was making Sammy feel very excited.
Part of Sammy was desperate for Harrison to make a move on him.
Harrison wasn’t the usual kind of person Sammy would meet in The Cuddle Corner.
Harrison was obviously a man of refinement, sophistication, and being from outside the city he was far more attuned to taking a step back and slowing things down.
As far as getting hot and heavy went, it really didn’t look like that was on the cards. Not that night anyhow. But that didn’t mean that Sammy was any less aroused…
‘I’m a bit shy about taking my clothes off,’ Sammy said, conscious of the hardness inside his pristine-white briefs. ‘I… um… can you look away while I change?’
Harrison smiled.
‘Of course, I wouldn’t have it any other way,’ Harrison said, taking a step to the side as he opened the double-doors into the master bedroom. ‘You strip down to your pants and hop into bed. I’ll be in when you give me the green light.’
Sammy smiled and scooted past Harrison and into the bedroom. Harrison closed the doors to allow Sammy full privacy as he got undressed. There was no denying now that Harrison was different from most men. And Sammy liked it.
He’s so chivalrous.
I feel safe.
But also super-duper tired, so…
Sammy looked at the huge bed and immediately felt his body relax. It was going to be significantly more comfortable than the bed at his apartment. Sammy could tell from the plush duvet and silky soft bedsheets that this was going to be one relaxing night of sleep for him.
Sammy removed his top and then his chino’s. The hotel room was warm, perfectly cozy. As Sammy stood on the soft carpet underneath, he realized that his special place was still a little bit on the excited side.
Why can’t Harrison burst in and ravage me?
I’d let him if he wanted to….
But…
Sammy felt conflicted. He couldn’t recall the last time he felt anything like this attracted to a Daddy. Harrison ticked all the boxes as far as looks went. He was big, strong, and had the most handsome face a Little could ever dream of.
On the other hand, Sammy really didn’t want to fool around with a Daddy in the knowledge that there wasn’t enough time for a relationship. Not only that, but Harrison lived upstate. Long distance relationships never worked out, certainly not in Sammy’s experience anyhow.
‘Okay, you can come in,’ Sammy said, fully intending to immediately jump into bed.
But as he heard Harrison begin to open the large, heavy door, Sammy tripped and found himself lying face down on the floor. This was totally embarrassing!
‘I, um, I, fell!’ Sammy said, blushing intensely as Harrison towered over him.
‘I need to put your clumsy little tush to bed,’ Harrison said, shaking his head in disapproval. ‘Here, I’ll lift you up.’
The sensation of Harrison lifting him up felt electric. Sammy knew he was far smaller and slenderer than Harrison, but the ease at which Harrison picked him up was something else.
The fact that Sammy was wearing nothing but his briefs also made the moment feel even more electric. The feeling of his mostly naked body pressing up against Harrison’s finely tailored shirt with the muscles underneath was almost too much for Sammy to handle.
Fortunately, Harrison put Sammy down onto the bed and quickly wrapped him up inside the duvet before Sammy’s arousal could get too far out of control.
‘It’s so comfortable!’ Sammy said, smiling as Harrison made sure to tuck him in around his feet and then all the way up both sides too. ‘But what about Zozo?’
‘Way ahead of you,’ Harrison replied, reaching into his trouser pocket and pulling the stuffie out. ‘I saw him poking out the top of your backpack and figured he would be a non-negotiable in this situation.’
Sammy smiled as Harrison placed Zozo down next to his face.
‘Now why don’t you two get comfortable and I’ll read us all a nice bedtime story,’ Harrison said, reaching over to the bedside cabinet and picking up his Kindle. ‘Don’t worry, I’ve got enough stories on here to last a lifetime!’
As Harrison began to read, Sammy could feel himself getting drowsy again. The bedroom was warm, the mattress was soft but also offered enough support, and with Zozo alongside him it felt like Sammy was in the safest place on earth.
In fact, as Harrison read the story, Sammy could feel himself relaxing in a way that he hadn’t for a long time.
Harrison’s story was about a naughty dragon who just wanted to have fun all day but didn’t practice his fire breathing enough so got into trouble with the older dragons.
It was a sweet story that of course had a happy ending – but Sammy was enjoying being read to so much that he wanted another story.
‘I want another!’ Sammy said, kicking his feet and letting in a blast of colder air. ‘I want another story now!’
‘I think that story was more than enough for a tired boy like you,’ Harrison replied, a hint of firmness in his voice.
‘No! I want more!’ Sammy said, a giddy energy in his voice.
‘Enough!’ Harrison barked. ‘You will be grateful for that story or I’ll be left with no choice but to spank that bottom of yours.’
Sammy was shocked into silence. Harrison sounded like he meant it.
‘Good, that’s much better,’ Harrison said, seemingly realizing the effect of his words on Sammy. ‘You’re tired. You need to sleep. What kind of man would I be if I let you stay up too late?’
Sammy felt too embarrassed to speak. Sammy was aroused and his mind was all over the place. Sammy felt turned on, intimidated, and totally cozy all at the same time. It was a good feeling, one that definitely explained why his friends who had found their Forever Daddies were always so happy!
‘Now if you’re a good boy, I’ll read you a story in the morning,’ Harrison said, standing up from the bed and giving Sammy one final tuck-in. ‘Give me a shout if you need anything, I’ll be crashing on the big couch for the night.’
With that, Harrison leant over and planted a kiss on Sammy’s forehead. All Sammy could do was smile back at Harrison and then close his eyes as Harrison walked out of the room.
‘Night night,’ Sammy said, his voice soft and sleepy.
‘Night night, boy,’ Harrison said, stopping at the door and turning the light out. ‘Sleep well.’
Harrison shut the heavy doors behind him and Sammy found himself very quickly drifting off into a deep sleep.
Please please please let me dream about Harrison!
A naughty dream too…
I think I like him. And I think he might even like me.
But before Sammy could conjure too many sexy images of Harrison in his mind, he was fast asleep. It had been a super-busy last few weeks, and Sammy was finally getting the rest he needed. And it was all down to Harrison.