Page 25 of Tank’s Weakness

He moves back from me, stripping his clothes from his body. He sets everything neatly on the counter.

“Good boy,” I tell him, not missing the way his cock jumps. “I’ve got some items in the bedroom. We are going to go in there, and you are going to use them. Understood?”

“Yes, Laney.”

My body heats at his words. To have such a strong, powerful man submit to me is a heady feeling. I wasn’t sure about this whole dominant thing, but I’m starting to wonder if he is onto something. Maybe he saw something in me that I hadn’t even known about myself.

Following him down the hall, I watch as he takes in the assortment on the bed. I’m not rich by any means, but I did drive a little bit away to an adult store to stock up on items we would need.

Butt plugs, floggers, lube, restraints, and a vibrator.

It was a couple hundred dollars, but well worth it to see the look on his face. He looks excited.

“On your knees,” I demand.

He falls to them quickly.

I’ve never done butt stuff, but I figured he would be the one to try it with. It’s weird how I hardly know him, but I trust him. I already feel more comfortable with him than I have with any other man in my life. Maybe it’s because there’s no judgment. Maybe because he has secrets of his own.

Whatever it is, I am really liking the vibes here. My anxiousness has faded, and instead, I feel like a strong, confident woman.

Tank

I have never been more excited in my life. Laney is the whole damn package.

Not only was she willing to try this with me, but she went out and bought toys. I don’t know if she plans to use them on herself or me, but either way, I’m down.

Then there is the way she is standing right now. She is confident. Bold, even, as she orders me to my knees. My cock is practically dripping at her tone she is using. It’s so goddamn sexy.

“You’re going to be a good boy, otherwise, I will spank your ass raw. Understood?”

“Yes, Laney.”

I don’t know if that’s what she wants to be called, but until she tells me otherwise, it’s what I’m sticking with.

“Would you like me to spank you?” she says as she slowly undresses herself.

“Yes, Laney.”

“Hmm.” She makes a noise in the back of her throat. “I think I quite like you calling me that. Maybe I’ll spank you for being a good boy too.”

I swallow hard. I would love it if she spanked me right now, and she can tell. Her eyes are lighting up as she takes in my responses.

Ask about the plugs. I’m practically begging her inside my head.

She doesn’t, though. Instead, she goes to the bed to grab the flogger. Then she circles me, lightly allowing the flogger to trail across my skin. I get goose bumps from it, but fuck if it doesn’t feel good.

Then she lashes out, slapping the flogger against my back.

I let out a small moan, trying to hold it back. She doesn’t yell at me, though. Instead, she does it again, this time hitting my ass cheek.

“Oh, look at how you respond. You look so good on your knees. You like a little pain, huh? Well, I like my pleasure. Stand up and lie on the bed.”

I do as she asks, no questions asked. When I’m on my back, she climbs on top of me, a condom in her hand. I watch as she slowly slides it down my length.

“You’re going to stay still. Don’t make a single move while I fuck myself on your hard cock. If you’re a good boy and don’t come, I will make sure you do afterward.”

I don’t respond. She doesn’t want that. Instead, she wants me to not be here. It should be a hit to my ego, but I don’t mind. We are working toward something here. Something bigger than me.