It started slowly — he stopped saying “our bed” and start saying “my bed.”
“Why don’t you go wait for me in my bed?”
“Are you ready to curl up in my bed with me?”
Then he began to tell me the reasons why he liked having me in his bed. He loved having me right there for him to grope and grab whenever he wanted to feel my body. He loved how warm I made his bed for him. He loved pushing my head down in the morning to start his day with a blowjob. Always reminding me that my presence in his bed was all about his pleasure and convenience.
He started having me ask permission before I got into his bed at night — “Sir, please may I get in your bed with you?” He always said yes, until the night he didn’t. He didn’t sleep well the night before, he told me, and he had an early start, so he needed to make sure he got a better night of sleep. He needed his bed to himself tonight.
I stammered and shuffled, not sure where that left me. The spare bedroom? The couch? The floor?
He left me there, confused, and I heard him moving things around in his closet before walking back over holding a large dog bed. “You can sleep in your bed tonight, sweetie. Right next to mine. This way, if I need your mouth, you’re not too far away.”
He set it up next to his side of the bed and watched as I curled up in it then draped a blanket over me. “What do you say?”
I blushed, eyes prickling with humiliated tears, and thanked him.
He let me sleep in his bed for the next few weeks, but then he had a short business trip — just a few nights out of town. Generally he liked to bring me along with him when he traveled but it just didn’t work this time. As we talked through any things that I needed to take care of in the house while he was gone, he said, almost as an afterthought, “Oh, and don’t sleep in my bed when I’m not here. I like you being next to me in bed, but it doesn’t make sense for you to sleep on my bed when I’m not there to enjoy you. I made my bed so it’s ready for me when I get home, and I set your bed up for you for while I’m away.”
Every night he was away, he’d give me my bedtime and tell me to send him a picture of me before I fall asleep, and I dutifully did — curled up in my bed, where he wanted me and where I belonged.
jacobvanloon
pixelskylines
tangentwithtanner
izzy806
2087
prguitarman
areudirty
origamiaround
