I need to pull myself together, and that’s not happening.
Because Sir’s going to do it for me this time. I’m too fractured, too thin around the middle emotionally, ready to shatter into pieces along my fault lines. I feel drained and defeated.
ExceptHe’shere, and I canfinallyturn it all over to him.
I don’t know how he did it for all those years, how he worked and helped Elliot and had me.
I’m not ashamed to admit Leo’s a better man than I am. A stronger man. A stronger Sir.
MySir.
* * * *
Finally, I pull myself together with his gentle help. “What happens now?” I ask, almost afraid to hear his answer. My fingers play with his hair again.
He tightens his grip around me and nuzzles the top of my head. “Does Elliot need you anytime soon?”
I mentally run through today’s schedule. “No. He’s supposed to be working in his office until four.”
“Okay.” Leo presses his lips to my forehead and I both feel and hear him draw in a long, deep breath. “Love you, baby boy.”
“I love you, too, Sir.” I nuzzle my nose against his. “Elliot and I love each other, Daddy.”
His smile elevates my soul to heavenly heights. “I know, baby boy. He told me.” He kisses me. “I love both of you, so much.”
“But you didn’t answer my question.”
“What doyouwant to happen now?”
That’s a loaded question. “I want both of you,” I quietly admit, and I tell him of Elliot’s conditions, and mine.
When I finish, Leo starts chuckling.
I tip my head back a little so I can look into his eyes. “What’s so funny?”
He’s smirking. “Nothing, baby. Just that this isexactlywhat I wanted from the start, and we sort of took the long and painful path to get here for all three of us. Couldn’t have been easy, I suppose.”
I snuggle closer. “Sorry.”
“No, maybe this was the way it was meant to work out.” He nuzzles his face in my hair again and it totally melts me. “This way, Elliot’s accepted you. You were right that he wasn’t going to accept you before. I couldn’t make him do that, even though I stupidly thought I could.”
I reach over and poke him in the ribs. “I promise I won’t make you turn in your Master card for admitting you were wrong about something.”
He snorts, and it’s a sound I didn’t realize how badly I’d missed.
We lie there for a few minutes in silence while I soak up the warmth of his body pressed against mine. Don’t get me wrong, I’m in love with Elliot.
But Leo’s my Sir. My Master.
My Daddy.
I’mHis.
There’s a quiet comfort in that fact, and having the natural order once again restored.
Knowing He’s in His rightful place above me.
Looking out for me.
