“Because this is my bed. I’m in it,” she added inanely.
Like he can’t see that, Caley.
“I know, that’s why I’m sleeping in here. Can’t say as I’ve ever slept in sheets with dogs on them before. Do you need the lamp on to sleep?”
“Umm, yes. But…but you can’t sleep in here with me!”
“Caley, come here.” He lay on his back, looking up at her. What did he mean, come here?
“I am here.”
“No, I mean lie down next to me. You can still sleep with the body pillow, but just let me hold you for a moment.”
She shook her head. She couldn’t do that, could she? That sounded far too intimate.
You just agreed to let him take over.
Yes, but she hadn’t thought he would actually want to sleep with her. She’d only slept with one man.
“Girl, ain’t nothing happening here but some cuddling and some sleep. You can’t handle that much then I’ll sleep on the floor. I won’t lie, I’m getting on in years so that’s gonna be a bit hard on my body. But I’m not leaving you tonight. You need someone here. Someone to make sure you don’t get scared during the storm or stay awake all night. Because you desperately need sleep, don’t you?”
For some reason, tears welled. Because he actually seemed to truly care about whether she slept or not? Because he was willing to sleep on the damn floor just to ensure that she was all right?
Maybe all of the above?
“I don’t sleep much anymore.”
“I’ve noticed,” he said dryly.
She
smiled. “I often wake up and can’t get back to sleep. What if I wake you?”
“If you wake up then I want you to wake me,” he said firmly.
She wouldn’t be doing that. No need for both of them to be awake.
She rubbed her head.
“Girl, what did you agree to just fifteen minutes ago?”
What had she agreed to? Lunacy, that’s what she’d agreed to.
“To letting you take control.”
“That’s right. And what are you doing right now?”
“Trying to control the situation.”
“Called topping from the bottom.”
“I didn’t realize we were doing a scene.”
“We’re not, baby doll. I don’t really scene. I’m this way all the time.”
“You mean you’re wanting a 24/7 sub? A slave?”
“Not a slave, no. I don’t require that level of obedience. But I do need to have the ultimate say. If I had a sub, she’d also be my Little. When she was Little, I’d pick her clothes, I’d get her dressed, I’d decide what we did that day. But I’d always put her first. Her needs, her safety. She would be my responsibility and I take that seriously.”