Page 123 of Tank’s Weakness

I shrug. “Anything for my Laney.”

She steps out of my arms, looking around. She is still nervous, but also there is an excitement there.

“Strip.”

The one command has my body ready to go. I quickly strip off my shirt, dropping it to the ground. Then I slow down, undoing my belt as I watch her eyes greedily take me in.

“Is that a new tattoo?” she asks as I drop my pants.

“Sure is.”

She moves closer, tracing her hand around where the fresh ink is. It’s her favorite flower with her name written in script. It also happens to be right over my heart.

“Warren, this is…”

“I love you, Laney. You are my heart.”

She looks up at me. “I love you too.”

I step back and drop my boxers, smiling when she sucks in a breath.

Ever since the first time we have used the cock cage, I have let her put it on me whenever she wanted. Today, I made the choice myself.

“I’m yours to do with as you please. Where do you want me, Laney?”

Her eyes glitter. “On your knees.”

I fall to my knees, assuming the submissive position. I keep my head down as she circles me.

“You wore it all day?” she asks.

“Since you left this morning,” I admit.

“How did it feel?”

I groan when she runs her finger along my back. My cock tried to strain, but it can’t with the contraption on.

“Good. Naughty. Like I had a secret.”

“You worked on cars with this? With your brothers next to you?” she murmurs.

“I did. They didn’t have a clue.”

She fingers the key at her neck. The one she always wears now as a symbol of how thoroughly she owns me. After a moment, she undoes the key and holds it out to me.

“Unlock yourself. I think you have earned a reward.”

I do as she asks, my cock growing as soon as the device is off. I hand her the key back before setting the device on my clothes.

Delaney secures her necklace back before she starts to strip. She’s a little more hesitant, her eyes going to the woods around us, but when she is naked, she drops to her knees and starts to kiss me.

I don’t move an inch as I let her kiss me however she wants. When her hand trails down to my cock, I groan. She takes her time stroking me as she continues to kiss me.

“I want you to fuck me. Fuck me like I’m your whore.”

Her words surprise me. She is stepping outside of the box for this one. Her command unlocks me, though. I grab her hair roughly, kissing her deeper. She moans against me, letting me take control.

“You’re mine,” I growl against her before moving.