Page 54 of Tank’s Weakness

“Absolutely not. That fucker is a goddamn gnat. I wouldn’t piss on him if he were on fire.”

I shake my head. “You’re a terrible liar. You pick on him most. You talk about him a lot. He’s your best friend. Don’t worry, I won’t tell him.”

He sighs. “Please don’t. He will never let me live it down. I’m yours tonight, though. So what do you want to do?”

“We could have dinner…” I trail off, running my finger down his chest.

“Or?” He has a wicked smirk on his face.

“You could help me feel in control again. I did buy you a new toy.”

He growls. “You’re going to go broke buying sex toys. Let me help pay for them.”

I snort. “No way. I’m the dom here. I take care of my sub. So what do you say?”

“Do you even have to ask?”

As I follow him down to my room, I know I need to talk to him, but not tonight.

I’ll talk to him tomorrow.

Tank

Delaney is still shaken up from the possible break-in. I believe her if she says the place feels off. I don’t think it’s in her head. It’s why I have Fox working on setting up the prospects checking out her place. If it wasn’t for our sexual activities, I would suggest cameras. She was a hard no on recordings, so I don’t want to even consider it. I need her to always feel extremely comfortable. It’s the only way she can orgasm.

The past several weeks with her have been amazing. She has quickly become everything I ever wished for before I even knew I wanted it. I am utterly enchanted by her, and she doesn’t even know it.

I’ve long lost sight of the line we set for ourselves in the beginning. I left that in the dust the moment she shoved a butt plug up my ass. Staring at her standing in front of me with a large strap-on between her legs has me not even caring to find my way back.

I’m in love with Delaney.

It’s not just the sex. It’s the way she so carefully considers my wants and needs. The way she shows kindness. How she melts into my arms whenever I put them around her.

We are basically living together, and I have not found a single thing about her that annoys me. Not the way she sings while she cooks. Or the way she hogs the hot water when we shower. Not even the way she bites the end of her pen while she does the Sunday morning crossword.

That’s right, my girl not only reads the newspaper, but she does the damn crossword in pen.

The sex is good too, though. The way she moves. How she speaks. She is the perfect dom, which makes me want to be the best sub she could ever hope for.

“You look like a kid on Christmas. Are you that excited to have a cock up your ass?” She quirks a brow.

“Your fake cock, yes. I don’t think I’d want a real cock anywhere near me.”

Then again, I never say never.

She smirks “We will file that under maybe, although I have to admit I don’t like the thought of anyone, man or woman, touching what’s mine.”

I shiver at her words. I want to be hers.

“Then we are in agreement.” I lick my lips.

“I guess we are. So how about you suck my cock like a good boy?”

She steps forward, holding the purple dildo with her hand. I lean forward, sucking it into my mouth. I gag almost immediately. I never realized how hard it is to take a huge cock like this. She doesn’t force me to take more, though. She lets me find my pace, working the dildo into my mouth while she stares down at me.

I know she’s not getting any physical pleasure from this, but the way she is looking at me tells me she likes what she sees.

“Such a good boy.” She runs her fingers on my chin before she trails them up into my hair. “Now I’m going to fuck your face.”