Page 29 of Tank’s Weakness

He nods. “I know it sounds weird, but I do. I’ve never handed over control like this before, though. Not willingly, so I know this is new for you, but it’s new for me too. Showing you my vulnerable side and trusting you to take care of it.”

I nod. “I won’t betray your trust. You’re helping me more than you know. I can help you too. You’ve really never done this? You seem so comfortable with it.”

He frowns. “I have some issues stemming from my childhood. I have tried to give up control with a few women before, but they never truly wanted it. They didn’t take it seriously.”

“They suck then. You deserve to have your needs met as well as mine. This isn’t a one-way street.”

He reaches out, grabbing my hand with his. “That’s why you’re perfect for this. You crave the control, and I want to be controlled.”

My body lights up at his compliment. He thinks I’m good at this. Maybe this is what I needed all along.

“So when do we do it again?” I ask.

He chuckles. “You run the show, remember? You tell me to be here, and I will be here. Barring any conflicts with my work schedule.”

He winks at me.

“Friday. I don’t work Saturday, so we can have the entire night to do as we please.”

His eyes sparkle. “That sounds promising.”

I stand, taking my plate to the sink. He does the same.

“If you are a good boy all week, maybe I will even reward you.”

He growls, leaning in to kiss my neck. “I’ll be the best boy.”

I angle my neck. “Then you better get to work. From what I understand, you’re already late. That’s not what good boys do, now is it?”

He turns my face, kissing me hard before he pulls away. “Friday, but I’ll be texting you all week, giving you my good boy updates.”

“You do that.” I look down at his ass. “Oh, and Tank? Leave the butt plug.”

Then I smack his ass, making him moan.

Yeah, this is a lot of fun.

Tank

“He’s on drugs. He has to be,” Jagger whispers quite loudly.

“Drugs? He had a lobotomy. It’s the only way he is this happy,” Sloane adds.

I pull myself out from underneath the car I am working on and sit up. Rubbing my hands on my rag, I look over at the group.

“You are a bunch of gossips. Can’t a man have a good morning?” I ask.

“You were late to work, which you never are. You have been humming under your breath. Seriously, did aliens visit you? Probe your ass or some shit?” Jagger asks.

Not that far off.

“That would explain a lot. Like how he keeps checking his phone,” Sloane adds.

“Leave him alone, Trouble,” Gunner growls from the car he is working on. “You’re supposed to be working.”

“Okay, Daddy.” She rolls her eyes. “Ruin all of our fun.”

“Trouble.” He gives her a stern look.