Page 26 of Tank’s Weakness

So I do as she asks.

I lie as still as I can as she mounts me, sliding her wet pussy down around my cock. It’s hard not to react, but I do my best as she starts to ride me with abandon. I can tell she only cares about getting off. She’s not putting on a show for me. She doesn’t even care if I like what she’s doing. She’s being dominant and taking what she wants from me.

I fucking love every minute of it. I love how it makes me feel so used, like a whore. It’s the dark little secret I keep hidden inside. I want to be somebody’s whore.

No, not somebody. Laney.

I am Laney’s whore.

She continues to fuck herself on me until she is out of breath. When she falls next to me, I watch as she begins to finger herself. After a moment, she grabs the vibrator and turns it on. All the while I remain still and silent.

When she comes, I don’t dare make a comment. Not until she opens her eyes and looks at me.

“My good boy. You did exactly as I asked. Now it’s time for your reward.”

I’m excited. I want to know what she will give me, but she astonishes me when she kneels next to me instead.

“What do you want? The flogger? A blow job? Or do you want to fuck me?”

The dominance has fallen a little, but this is new to her. It is to me too.

Clearing my throat, I decide to be honest. “I want the butt plug.”

Her eyes widen.

So she didn’t buy those for me. She bought them for herself. She never even considered that I would want them. I guess some men wouldn’t. Especially the ones she’s been with, I’d bet. Toxic masculinity and all.

That’s not me, though. I love playing with my prostate.

“Okay. Butt plug it is.”

She leans over me, grabbing the set of plugs and a bottle of lube.

“I know I should order you to take one of these, but I don’t want to hurt you. Which one can you handle?”

“All of them,” I admit.

She smiles. “Good, then you can show me how to take the big one. He kind of intimidates me.”

I laugh, which makes her laugh. It feels good. Fluid even to flow from the dominant/submissive roles to just us. This feels better than I could have imagined.

She squirts some lube onto her fingers as I hold my legs up, opening my ass to her. She starts with one finger, pressing in slowly as I marvel at how good it feels. Quickly, she adds a second, then third finger, fucking me lazily as she does.

I would kill to touch my cock, but she hasn’t given me permission. I don’t even know if she knows she needs to give it to me.

Finally, she pulls out and starts to lube up the butt plug. Unhurriedly, she starts to press it in, pulling it out only to thrust it in more. I bear down on it, moving my hips in rhythm with her thrusts. When it’s at the widest point, it burns, but I refuse to bitch out. I press harder, taking the whole thing in my ass.

My body shakes as pleasure and pain mix. It feels so good, especially with her running her fingers up and down the back of my legs as I hold them up.

“How does it feel?” she asks, wonder in her tone.

“So fucking good. Fuck, I want to touch my cock so bad.”

“Why don’t you?” she asks.

“You haven’t given me permission,” I admit.

She looks shocked. Then she gives me a wicked smile.