Page 47 of Tank’s Weakness

“On the bed.”

I do as she asks, lying on my back. Each movement sends pleasure through my body as the plug moves inside my ass. I know I will earn another punishment if I come before she allows me, but I am not sure my body will allow me to hold back. My trigger is ready to be pulled.

When she moves around the bed, I’m shocked to see her pull restraints from the side.

“You know, I was almost worried I wouldn’t be able to restrain you without a headboard with holes, but then I found this. It goes under the mattress. It means if you attempt to pull, you are only pulling yourself.”

I shiver at the thought. God, I am so gone for this woman. She’s fucking perfect.

I sit still, allowing her to cuff both my hands and legs to the bed. She tests each one before she moves to kneel between my legs.

“Hmm. How’s that plug feeling?”

“Good,” I whisper. “So good.”

She smirks at me, leaning over to grab her phone. She messes with it for a moment, then the plug comes to life.

“Oh fuck,” I hiss out, my cock straining from the pleasure in my prostate.

“Don’t come,” she reminds me.

It’s hard as hell, but I try to hold it back. I can’t let her down.

I pant, naming every car part I can think of as I try to keep myself from going over that edge. I’m so focused on not coming that I don’t even realize that she’s placed a condom on me until she’s climbing on top.

“I’m going to fuck you, and you aren’t going to come,” she instructs me.

I wish I could respond, but it’s taking all I have to not blow my load as she slides down onto my cock.

This is torture. Pure fucking torture.

And I love every goddamn second of it.

At first, she rides me slow, her hand on my chest. I watch her, loving the way her eyes fall closed as she lets herself feel the pleasure. Then she slowly slides her hand up my chest to my neck.

Her eyes open as she starts to squeeze. My air becomes restricted as she presses harder, her body riding me faster.

It only takes minutes for me to become lightheaded. The pleasure mounts inside of me. She keeps her eyes on mine as she chases her own pleasure.

When her pussy clamps down on me hard, her moan growing higher, my own orgasm hits me. I have no chance of stopping it. My eyes close, or maybe I black out.

I’m not sure. All I know is for several seconds, all I can do is feel pleasure.

When I open my eyes again, Laney is collapsed on my chest, a smile on her face.

“I want to be mad you came when I told you not to, but I came for the first time with a man and I was fully present, so I’m giving you a pass for right now. Later, though? Your ass is going to pay for it.”

I let out a chuckle. “Gladly. That was the most intense orgasm I have ever had.”

She pulls off of me, cleaning me up before she unties me.

When she kisses each wrist, rubbing them, I feel all warm inside. The way she is caring for me, it’s endearing.

After we each visit the bathroom to clean ourselves up, she meets me back at the bed. I’m sitting on the edge, unsure if she will want me to stay.

I shouldn’t have worried. She opens her arms and wiggles her fingers.

“Come cuddle me,” she demands.