Page 13 of Tank’s Weakness

“Laney is a cute nickname for you. Does anyone else call you that?” he asks.

I shake my head no, making him smile.

“Good. If you are okay with it, I’d like it to be my special nickname for you. Is that okay?”

Swallowing hard, I nod.

“Okay, so starting now, I’m yours to command. What do you want me to do?”

This is it. Here goes nothing.

Tank

She’s thinking about it hard. I don’t blame her. She’s never truly been with someone she could explore this side of herself with. There is no way that asshole Blaine ever even tried to consider her needs. From the sounds of it, the men before him were much the same.

I don’t know why I’m so invested in Laney and her issues, but I am. I want to help her overcome them.

“You will really do everything I ask?” Her voice is low, unsure.

“My pleasure, and you won’t ask. You’ll be demanding. You don’t put a question mark at the end. You tell me to sit like a dog, and I will do it. Without hesitation.”

She frowns. “What if I tell you to do something you don’t want to do?”

As if that would happen. Still, safety is important. She’s right about that.

“We pick a safe word. How about papaya?”

She nods. “That’s a good one.”

“That’s it then.”

“You’ll like this?”

I nod, unable to voice the truth.

I’m going to fucking love this. It’s been a long time since I’ve let a woman dominate me. It turns me on to no end, but most women get all giggly and forget that they are in charge. I have a feeling things will be different with Laney. At least they will if I can get her to overcome her insecurities.

“Fix that crown, queen,” I remind her softly.

She nods, almost as if to herself.

“I want you to lie on the bed. On your back.”

My cock jerks as I do as she demands. I get comfortable, then wait. She doesn’t make me wait long.

Her moves aren’t quite confident, but she’s not backing down as she climbs on top of my chest. I can feel the wetness from my earlier ministrations drip onto me as she manages to climb onto my face.

When I don’t do anything, she lets out a cute little growl.

“Eat my pussy until I come.”

My hand itches to stroke my cock, but I resist the urge. Instead, I wrap my hands around her thighs as I start to lick her pussy. Her hands find their way to the wall as I lick her clit. She is moaning, but I can tell she is still not into it. She’s in her head.

“Tell me where it feels good,” I remind her.

“Fingers inside of me. Thrust hard. Tongue on my clit.”

I slip a hand around to slide into her pussy. She is so wet that I’m surprised she hasn’t actually come. Her body has no issue showing pleasure. Now if only I can get her mind to get on board.