Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
Delaney
Tonight is the night.
I don’t know why I’m so nervous. That’s a lie. I am always a basket case, and tonight is stepping way outside of the box for me. I don’t think the box is in the same room anymore.
I smooth down my dress once more. Tank will be here any moment.
I should have probably asked to meet at a hotel room, but when I thought about where I would be most relaxed, only one answer came to mind.
My home is where I feel most comfortable.
I agreed to this with Tank because I need to make a change. I want to figure out why I am stunted in the sex department. I’m tired of feeling less than.
A knock on the door interrupts my thoughts.
I know it’s him. He said he would be here at six, and it’s six on the dot. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had been standing outside waiting so he wouldn’t be late.
Walking to the door, I take a deep breath. Then I open it.
I smile when I see Tank on the other side.
The man is attractive as hell. Even with the face tattoos, he is something to look at. He’s dressed similarly to the way he was the other night. Dark-washed jeans and a dark T-shirt under that leather vest he wears bearing his name and the club I assume he rides with.
I want to ask him about it, but we are a fling. Nothing serious, so I can’t.
Or I guess I won’t. I don’t think he would mind if I asked questions.
“These are for you.” He holds out a small bouquet of flowers. They look handpicked. They are purple and pink with some peach-colored ones around the edges. I know next to nothing about flowers, but they are pretty.
“Thank you. Come in. I’ll put these in water.”
I walk away from the door, smiling when I glance back and see him shut and lock it. I’m in the kitchen when he finds me moments later. I’ve just finished putting the flowers in a vase, but I don’t look over at him.
“How was your day?” he asks, his hands finding my shoulders.
“Good. How was yours?” The question is automatic.
“Good.”
I don’t know what else to say. This feels weird. I almost abort the mission when he turns me to him.
“We can be friends. This doesn’t have to be transactional. In fact, I don’t think you will respond well if it is. So let’s try this again. Hello, Laney. Did you have a good day?” His hand comes up to brush back the hair on my face.
“I did. Did you?”
He nods. “I sure did. Was excited to see this girl I’m kinda seeing. She has this gorgeous red hair and beautiful blue eyes I could lose myself in. I’m hoping she was excited to see me too.”
I lick my lips. “I was. I am. I’m nervous.”
“No need to be. You’re in control. Anything you do, I will like.”
I reach up, cupping his cheek as I push closer to kiss him. He doesn’t disappoint. He kisses me back passionately as his hands find my hips. I lose myself in the sensation until he finally pulls back.
“That’s the greeting I wanted,” he admits.
“Why didn’t you kiss me then?”
He looks a little sheepish. “This is your show. When I step through those doors, I’m no longer Tank the biker.”
“Who are you then?”
“Anyone you want me to be,” he says easily.
That’s not the answer I want, though.
I think back to the research I read. This type of play isn’t always about what the dominant person wants. Sometimes the dominant person uses their control to get the submissive person to admit what they want.
Using a firm tone, I look up at him. “I want you to tell me who you want to be.”
His eyes flare. “I want to be Warren, your submissive toy.”
I lick my lips. “Why Warren?”
“That’s my real name. When I come here, I want to be the real me. We might be breaking barriers for you, but this is new for me too. I’ve never had anyone I could truly be myself with.”
It’s like I needed to hear that. I needed to know that this was something he wanted too. It was making me feel guilty when I thought this was all about me. I couldn’t truly believe he might be into this, but that little slice of reality he provided me gave me the permission I needed.
“I want you to strip naked. Now.”
He moves back from me, stripping his clothes from his body. He sets everything neatly on the counter.
“Good boy,” I tell him, not missing the way his cock jumps. “I’ve got some items in the bedroom. We are going to go in there, and you are going to use them. Understood?”
“Yes, Laney.”
My body heats at his words. To have such a strong, powerful man submit to me is a heady feeling. I wasn’t sure about this whole dominant thing, but I’m starting to wonder if he is onto something. Maybe he saw something in me that I hadn’t even known about myself.
Following him down the hall, I watch as he takes in the assortment on the bed. I’m not rich by any means, but I did drive a little bit away to an adult store to stock up on items we would need.
Butt plugs, floggers, lube, restraints, and a vibrator.
It was a couple hundred dollars, but well worth it to see the look on his face. He looks excited.
“On your knees,” I demand.
He falls to them quickly.
I’ve never done butt stuff, but I figured he would be the one to try it with. It’s weird how I hardly know him, but I trust him. I already feel more comfortable with him than I have with any other man in my life. Maybe it’s because there’s no judgment. Maybe because he has secrets of his own.
Whatever it is, I am really liking the vibes here. My anxiousness has faded, and instead, I feel like a strong, confident woman.
Tank
I have never been more excited in my life. Laney is the whole damn package.
Not only was she willing to try this with me, but she went out and bought toys. I don’t know if she plans to use them on herself or me, but either way, I’m down.
Then there is the way she is standing right now. She is confident. Bold, even, as she orders me to my knees. My cock is practically dripping at her tone she is using. It’s so goddamn sexy.
“You’re going to be a good boy, otherwise, I will spank your ass raw. Understood?”
“Yes, Laney.”
I don’t know if that’s what she wants to be called, but until she tells me otherwise, it’s what I’m sticking with.
“Would you like me to spank you?” she says as she slowly undresses herself.
“Yes, Laney.”
“Hmm.” She makes a noise in the back of her throat. “I think I quite like you calling me that. Maybe I’ll spank you for being a good boy too.”
I swallow hard. I would love it if she spanked me right now, and she can tell. Her eyes are lighting up as she takes in my responses.
Ask about the plugs. I’m practically begging her inside my head.
She doesn’t, though. Instead, she goes to the bed to grab the flogger. Then she circles me, lightly allowing the flogger to trail across my skin. I get goose bumps from it, but fuck if it doesn’t feel good.
Then she lashes out, slapping the flogger against my back.
I let out a small moan, trying to hold it back. She doesn’t yell at me, though. Instead, she does it again, this time hitting my ass cheek.
“Oh, look at how you respond. You look so good on your knees. You like a little pain, huh? Well, I like my pleasure. Stand up and lie on the bed.”
I do as she asks, no questions asked. When I’m on my back, she climbs on top of me, a condom in her hand. I watch as she slowly slides it down my length.
“You’re going to stay still. Don’t make a single move while I fuck myself on your hard cock. If you’re a good boy and don’t come, I will make sure you do afterward.”
I don’t respond. She doesn’t want that. Instead, she wants me to not be here. It should be a hit to my ego, but I don’t mind. We are working toward something here. Something bigger than me.
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.
“Oh, you want to come, Warren? Hmm. Maybe I will let you. Or maybe I’ll make you wear that plug all night.”
I groan, both loving and hating the sound of that. It sounds like the best sort of torture.
She lowers my legs, helping me relax. Every time I clench my cheeks, though, I feel it there, and it only turns me on more.
Painstakingly slowly, Laney peels the condom from my cock and tosses it somewhere next to the bed. Then she leans over me, her tits swaying as she does.
“Maybe I’ll lick you.”
She licks me like she is licking ice cream. My cock jerks at her touch, needing more.
“Hmm. Tastes good. Salty. I wonder if there’s anything inside.”
I don’t know where this dirty-talking woman came from, but I am here for it. I groan as she sucks my head in her mouth, licking the slit.
The butt plug in my ass moves as my body moves, making me cry out in pleasure. She continues to suck me, keeping her pace slow, but it doesn’t matter. I’m so fucking close.
“I wonder what it will take to make you come,” she says as she looks up at me. “Maybe this?”
She taps the butt plug, sending sensations up into my prostate.
I have no chance of stopping it. I come on my stomach for the second time with this woman, all while she watches with surprise in her eyes.
When I can finally breathe again, she swipes her finger through my release and sucks it into her mouth.
“Yep. Salty.”
I shake my head, laughing as she gets up, coming back with a towel to clean me off. Then she climbs into bed next to me, curling up on my chest.
“Do I need to take the butt plug out?”
My ass clenches around it. “That’s not my choice.”
She smiles, closing her eyes. “It can stay for a while then. I’m only going to rest.”
My own eyes blink closed.
Only a little rest. Then we can go round two.