Page 13 of Deep Daddy

Often, Sammy would even find himself in trouble for going along with something, even if he knew it was something that he didn’t want to – or shouldn’t – have been involved in.

Sammy had confided this to Tucker one night at the end of a long shoot, and it was beginning to dawn on Sammy now that maybe Tucker had used this knowledge for his own advantage from time to time.

But as Sammy finished off packing his stuff, he was determined to stay close to Harrison and follow his instructions. Tucker might not be happy with his decision, but with Harrison by his side Sammy hoped that everything would be okay…

* * *

Sammy watched as Harrison slung his suitcase into the car’s trunk. With the sun shining and a cool breeze in the air, it felt like a perfect early autumnal day.

‘Now, let’s move,’ Harrison said, stopping in his tracks as he saw Sammy worriedly looking at his phone. ‘Boy. I said let’s go. What’s up?’

Sammy didn’t know how to respond to either Harrison or indeed Tucker. Sammy looked again at the last of Tucker’s messages…

Don’t you DARE leave. If you give a shit about your career, you’ll be at the studio in an hour. We’ve got a lot to get through and right now your dumb crybaby attitude is costing everyone, including you, a shit ton of money. I’m not fucking around. Do not disappoint me. Tucker.

Sammy didn’t know what to do. In fact, such was the severity of Tucker’s messages Sammy was suddenly having doubts about even leaving with Harrison at all. As he looked at the phone screen and read the series of angry messages from Tucker, Sammy felt hopeless, lost, and a little bit scared too…

‘I… I… I… don’t know what to say,’ Sammy said, his bottom lip trembling and his eyes beginning to tear up. ‘It’s… Tucker… he’s… mad at me!’

Sammy flung himself into Harrison’s embrace and held on as tightly as he could manage.

‘Give me your phone,’ Harrison said, his voice tender but also making it clear that he wasn’t requesting the phone, he was insisting upon it. ‘Let me see exactly what’s going on.’

Sammy handed Harrison the phone and then immediately snuggled himself back up against Harrison’s wide, strong chest. Sammy could feel Harrison’s body tensing up and was momentarily worried that Harrison was angry with him.

But Sammy needn’t have worried. Harrison was about to make it very clear as to whose side he was on…

‘I’ve never met him, but I’ll say it: I don’t like this Tucker guy one fucking bit,’ Harrison said. ‘And I’ll be damned if I’m going to let him push you around like this.’

Without a second’s delay, Harrison switched Sammy’s phone off and handed it back to Sammy.

‘Problem solved,’ Harrison said, a kind smile on his face as he opened the passenger door for Sammy. ‘The drive is a couple of hours and I want to hear all about your favorite foods. You can even try and think of some new dishes you’d like to try out. I’ll be your test subject!’

Harrison’s words meant so much to Sammy.

As they pulled away from Sammy’s apartment block to a car stereo soundtrack of some classical music, Sammy felt good – certainly a lot better than he had in quite some time. But Harrison wasn’t quite ready to let Sammy relax on the journey just yet…

‘Boy, what you need is a complete social media detox,’ Harrison said, the prominent bulge in his pants very clear due to the angle of his seat. ‘If I suspect that anything outside of messaging friends is going on, there will be trouble. Am I understood?’

Gulp. Is he talking about… punishments?

Does Harrison want to… spank me?

OMG, I might just… explode.

‘I need to hear you say it, Sammy,’ Harrison said, his voice sounding impatient, like he didn’t appreciate having to ask twice. ‘Do you understand?’

‘Y-y-y-yes, I understand,’ Sammy said, his voice full of nerves, excitement, and anticipation. ‘T-t-t-thank you, Da…’

Sammy stopped himself just in time. He couldn’t quite believe that he had been about to call Harrison Daddy. Sammy could sense that things were about to go up a notch between him and Harrison. And it excited him. It excited him a lot.

‘Good. I’m glad to hear it,’ Harrison said, breaking the silence. ‘Now, let’s go. We’ll refuel with caffeine and warm milk in about an hour. I know the perfect place.’

Their road trip was about to begin, and Sammy couldn’t wait for their first diner pitstop!

Chapter 6

HARRISON