Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
Delaney
“Why did you stop?” I ask, breathless.
It felt good. Really fucking good. I even thought I was going to get there once, but now he’s stopped.
My stomach drops.
Maybe I really am the problem.
“You’re in your head. You aren’t liking it. What do you like? Tell me so I can bring you pleasure,” he tells me.
I feel my face flush. I liked what he was doing, but he’s right. I was in my head. I always am when someone else is around. I can’t let go.
“I liked what you were doing,” I admit softly. “But…” I trail off. How do you tell the insanely hot guy who has charmed the hell out of you that you can’t let yourself lose control long enough to come?
He brushes the hair off of my face as he settles in next to me. “Hey, no need to be embarrassed. Think of me as your sex coach. What’s holding you back? You said it felt good, so it’s not my technique. Is there something else?”
“I don’t know,” I tell him. “Maybe?”
“You can tell me. I’m a stranger. Like a therapist. Just talk and we will work through it.” He trails his fingers down my arm until he threads his hand in mine.
Do I trust this man? No. I don’t know him, but he makes a good point. He is a stranger, and if I don’t want to, I don’t have to see him after tonight. In fact, I can leave this room right now and never look back.
The small reminder of my control over the situation calms me.
“I think it stems from my first time. It was so rushed. I was nervous, but the guy I was with didn’t take the time to help me relax.
I didn’t come then and haven’t by another person.
I have wondered for years if it’s me. I can come by my own hand, though, so I know my body works. It begs the question: Am I the issue?”
“Absolutely not,” he says adamantly. “What goes on in your head? When I was doing what I did with you, what were you thinking?”
I think back to moments before.
“I was wondering if I smelled okay. Was I sweating too much? What if you didn’t like it? What if you did something I didn’t like? Would I tell you no or just do it because I didn’t want to be embarrassed? Things like that.”
He growls. “First, if I do something you don’t like, you tell me.
This should be pleasurable for you. Fuck how I feel.
Fuck what any man feels. Be selfish. Take what you deserve.
You’re a goddamn queen, so act like it.” He looks away, rubbing his hand on his face.
“You gave me a lot to work with. The problem is that you don’t let your body relax.
You are high-strung. I suppose you wouldn’t smoke some weed to calm down?
” When I glare at him, he continues. “Okay. That’s a no.
So we figure out how to do it. When do you feel relaxed? ”
“When I’m in control,” I say without hesitation.
He looks at me surprised. “You like to have control. Have you considered dictating how a sexual encounter goes?”
“What does that mean?”
He traces his free hand up my side as he turns more toward me. He looks excited by this new development.
“It means you tell the man what to do. Where to lick you. Where he is allowed to touch you. Take control. Get on top. Suffocate him.”
His eyes light up with each word.
“No. I’ve never done that,” I admit.
“Then let’s try it. You tell me what you want me to do. Order me around. Treat me like your own personal toy.”
That has my nerves flaring to life, but it does sound interesting.
“I don’t know…”
He cups my cheek. “What’s the hesitation?”
I lick my lips. “I’ve never done anything like that. I don’t know how. It’s outside of my comfort zone.”
“Maybe that’s what you need. I’m not saying it will solve your problem overnight, but it could be a step in the right direction.”
I consider it for another moment.
What do I have to lose?
I want to make this work. I want to not be the stiff board Blaine accused me of being. I want to be the type of girl who can go out and have a fun time with a guy and not worry if I will embarrass myself.
Maybe that’s my issue. I have unrealistic expectations.
It could be time to change that, though.
“What do you have in mind?” I finally ask.
“I won’t make any promises, but I want you to pretend I’m not here. Tell me where you want me. Ride my face. Ride my cock. Whatever you need. See how it makes you feel.”
“If it doesn’t work?” I ask.
“Then you can walk out of here and pretend it didn’t happen. Or, if you are feeling adventurous, you take my number and give me a call. We can try again.”
I bite my lower lip. Am I really considering this? I’ve never had sex that was considered kinky. I’ve never even thought about telling a guy what to do. Yet here I sit, naked in bed with a handsome man telling me to do exactly that.
“What about you?”
He laughs. “You’re worried about me? My sweet Laney, don’t even factor me into the equation. Tonight is all about you. I don’t want to come until you’ve come. Understood?”
“My name is Delaney,” I huff.
“Laney is a cute nickname for you. Does anyone else call you that?” he asks.
I shake my head no, making him smile.
“Good. If you are okay with it, I’d like it to be my special nickname for you. Is that okay?”
Swallowing hard, I nod.
“Okay, so starting now, I’m yours to command. What do you want me to do?”
This is it. Here goes nothing.
Tank
She’s thinking about it hard. I don’t blame her. She’s never truly been with someone she could explore this side of herself with. There is no way that asshole Blaine ever even tried to consider her needs. From the sounds of it, the men before him were much the same.
I don’t know why I’m so invested in Laney and her issues, but I am. I want to help her overcome them.
“You will really do everything I ask?” Her voice is low, unsure.
“My pleasure, and you won’t ask. You’ll be demanding. You don’t put a question mark at the end. You tell me to sit like a dog, and I will do it. Without hesitation.”
She frowns. “What if I tell you to do something you don’t want to do?”
As if that would happen. Still, safety is important. She’s right about that.
“We pick a safe word. How about papaya?”
She nods. “That’s a good one.”
“That’s it then.”
“You’ll like this?”
I nod, unable to voice the truth.
I’m going to fucking love this. It’s been a long time since I’ve let a woman dominate me.
It turns me on to no end, but most women get all giggly and forget that they are in charge.
I have a feeling things will be different with Laney.
At least they will if I can get her to overcome her insecurities.
“Fix that crown, queen,” I remind her softly.
She nods, almost as if to herself.
“I want you to lie on the bed. On your back.”
My cock jerks as I do as she demands. I get comfortable, then wait. She doesn’t make me wait long.
Her moves aren’t quite confident, but she’s not backing down as she climbs on top of my chest. I can feel the wetness from my earlier ministrations drip onto me as she manages to climb onto my face.
When I don’t do anything, she lets out a cute little growl.
“Eat my pussy until I come.”
My hand itches to stroke my cock, but I resist the urge. Instead, I wrap my hands around her thighs as I start to lick her pussy. Her hands find their way to the wall as I lick her clit. She is moaning, but I can tell she is still not into it. She’s in her head.
“Tell me where it feels good,” I remind her.
“Fingers inside of me. Thrust hard. Tongue on my clit.”
I slip a hand around to slide into her pussy. She is so wet that I’m surprised she hasn’t actually come. Her body has no issue showing pleasure. Now if only I can get her mind to get on board.
I keep fucking her with my fingers and tongue, doing all I can to get her there. I don’t care if I die between her legs. It would be the best way to go.
“Harder,” she cries out, her hips grinding down onto my face. I flatten my tongue, letting her grind her clit onto me as I start finger fucking her hard.
“Oh yes. Right there. Oh.”
She’s climbing higher. I’m waiting for it. When it doesn’t come, I know I have to do something.
“Close your eyes. You’re all alone in your room riding your pillow. I’m your toy. Use me.”
She crushes against me harder. She wants the pleasure. Craves it. She needs it.
At this point I’m not even moving. I’m letting her do all the work because it’s what she needs.
Then I hear it. She comes, and it sounds fucking glorious.
I can feel my own release hit me. As if my body knew it wasn’t allowed to seek pleasure without her reaching hers first.
She leans her head against the wall as she comes down. I can barely breathe, but I hold her thighs, stroking lightly as she catches her breath.
“I did it, but I feel like it was cheating. You didn’t give me that orgasm. You were here for it, but I had to pretend you weren’t. I feel that didn’t solve the issue.”
She slowly dismounts from my face, looking down at my cock.
“You finished?” she asks, surprised.
I feel heat in my cheeks. “I sort of like being told what to do.”
She lets out a small laugh. “A big bad biker who is submissive. Who would have thought?”
“Shh.” I laugh with her. “Don’t tell anyone. You’ll ruin my street cred.”
She shakes her head, but she’s still smiling, so I call it a win.
“As for your other statement, we will count it as half. I did tell you I couldn’t promise results in one night. It takes time. You aren’t going to feel comfortable on day one. You need to build up to it.”
“I suppose you’re right. After all, Rome wasn’t built in a day.”
“No.” I rub her thigh. “It wasn’t.”
She clears her throat as she gets up and starts pulling on her clothes.
“I want to thank you. For everything tonight. Pretending to be my boyfriend and this. You didn’t have to, but you did, and I appreciate it.”
It feels like she’s brushing me off. I don’t like it.
“No need to thank me. It was absolutely my pleasure. You don’t have to go. You could stay here. We got the room for the night.”
She gives me a forced smile. “As nice as that sounds, I have to get up and teach a bunch of six-year-olds in the morning. I can’t do that on very little sleep. I’m already up past my normal bedtime.”
I nod. I understand that. It’s an excuse, but she needs room. Space to breathe.
“Can I get your number? Or give you mine?” I ask.
She hesitates. “I don’t know.”
“Hey.” I hold up my hands. “No pressure.”
I stand from the bed and put my own clothes on. When I turn around, she is handing me a piece of paper.
“My number. Thank you again.” She leans up, kissing my cheek.
“Let me walk you down.”
She shakes her head. “I’m parked right out front by the security guard where you wanted me. I’ll be fine. It was nice to meet you, Tank.”
“The pleasure was really all mine, Laney.”
As she walks out the door, dread fills my stomach. I look down at the number in my hand, but I have a feeling it won’t bring me closer to the girl I’m intrigued by.
Why do I feel like she just walked out of my life forever?