Page 63 of Tank’s Weakness

“You okay, Tanky?” he asks.

“I have to go.” I turn and hightail it for the bathroom, but I’m not quick enough.

A second, stronger vibration nearly takes me to my knees. Gunner gives me an odd look from the lobby area while Sloane looks amused from bay one.

“If you shit yourself, just text. We can bring you Frank’s old overalls,” Jagger calls out.

I ignore him, rushing into the bathroom. I thank God we have a single bathroom, otherwise, Jagger would be chatting my ear off outside the stall.

“I’ll be out here if you need me, buddy,” Jagger calls through the door.

The vibrations haven’t stopped, though. The intensity has my cock twitching from pleasure.

“Fuck. Off,” I manage to yell out between gritted teeth.

I hear him mumble something, but it sounds like he moved away.

I pull out my phone and shoot off a text to Delaney.

Me

Fuck, Laney. You’re killing me.

She doesn’t answer, and it makes me frown. When she gave me this as a present, I wasn’t sure if I would actually do it. I love being submissive to her, but the threat of the guys finding out has me feeling a bit uncomfortable. I don’t think they’d shame me, but there would be some teasing. Lovingly, of course.

I groan as another wave of pleasure hits me. I lean against the wall, my forehead enjoying the coolness in contrast to my burning hot body.

I look down at my phone. Still nothing. This is torture. I can feel myself getting closer to coming, but I know I can’t unless she allows it.

Me

I had to run to the bathroom. Everyone thinks I shit myself.

I’m panting as I recite every rule in the Saint’s Outlaws handbook. When that doesn’t work, I try to think of something else that would turn me off. Nothing is coming to mind. In fact, I’m finding it hard to think.

Me

I’m going to come if you don’t turn it off.

I thank the heavens above for whoever created autocorrect because I swear I can barely see straight as I keep texting her. She’s playing hard to get, which is only making me hotter. I can see her in my head, sitting in her classroom, getting off on how she controls my pleasure.

Me

This is torture.

I manage to type the words, but it’s futile. The vibrations are so intense and never-ending that I come. My cock jerks in my pants as I feel the cum shoot from the tip. My knees are shaking by the time it stops, but the vibrations still don’t end. I’m barely holding myself up as the pain almost becomes too much.

Me

I came. Fuck. You want me to come again?

I groan loudly, trying to focus on anything but the vibrations around my cock. Logically, I know I can take it off and stop this, but I enjoy obeying Laney. It’s what fulfills my soul. I want to be her obedient little toy.

So I endure.

Finally, the vibrations stop only for my phone to vibrate in my hand, making my body tingle.

Laney