Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Delaney
Work has been good lately or at least since the encounter with Connor’s parents. The kids have been on their best behavior. No one has had any potty accidents. There was some tension between a couple of the girls, but that seems to have resolved too.
It is all so mundane, and I am loving it. I’m not stressed at all anymore.
I have Tank to thank for that. Even when things that usually would annoy me happen, I brush it off. How can I be upset when I am having orgasms on the regular?
Tank comes by most nights. I order him around until we both come, then he cuddles me while I sleep.
I love that I can control him yet feel completely content with him at the same time. It’s actually frightening how comfortable I have become. I don’t know if I will be able to sleep without him anymore. I’ve grown so used to him that the thought of him not being there is like a rock in my stomach.
That’s why I plan to talk to him tonight. He needs to know that my feelings have changed. It’s not fair of me to keep seeing him when I know I’ll end up heartbroken when he leaves.
Getting out of my car, I’m resolved in my mission. It’s not until I get to the door that an eerie feeling settles on me.
I slide my key into the deadbolt, but it doesn’t turn. Because it’s already unlocked.
I never leave it unlocked.
My heart gallops in my chest as I pull my keys from the door, running back to my car. I dial Tank first, unsure what to do.
“Laney?” he answers, surprised.
“I think someone has been in my house,” I manage to breathe out through my panic.
“Shh. Breathe. I will be there in five. Call the cops.”
“Okay.”
I hang up with him, dialing the police. The woman on the phone promises to stay on with me until the cops get there, but then I hear his motorcycle.
“My boyfriend is here. He can wait with me,” I tell the woman.
“Okay, but don’t go inside.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I hang up, getting out of my car as he climbs off his bike. I rush him, crushing him in a hug as my body starts to shake.
Now that he is here, I feel safe. Like nothing can touch me.
“Shh, Laney. I’ve got you.”
I pull back and look up at him. He wipes my face, which makes me realize I’ve been crying.
“Did you call the cops?” he asks.
I nod.
“Good. We wait for them, and they will clear the house. Then we will file a report so it’s all on paper,” he tells me.
“You didn’t want to clear it yourself?” I ask.
“I could have, but if someone is in there, I don’t want you to have to marry me to protect me,” he jokes.
“What a hardship,” I tell him, swallowing hard.
Marrying him doesn’t sound so bad. It’s actually what I want.
A police officer pulls up minutes later. He takes my name and Tank’s before going inside. When he comes back out, he stops in front of us.
“I don’t see anything amiss, but I need you to go inside and tell me if anything is missing,” the officer tells me.
I reach out, grabbing Tank’s hand. “You’ll come inside with me?”
“Of course.” He pulls my hand up to kiss the back of it.
Then he takes the lead into the house. We go room by room, my eyes trailing everything. It has me doubting myself.
The mail is a mess on the counter. Did I do that? Or was someone rifling through it? My underwear drawer isn’t closed all the way, but there’s nothing missing, so did I push it all the way in this morning, or was I in such a daze from the way Tank woke me up that I didn’t double-check it?
My mind is in a tailspin as we walk through the house. Shampoo to the right instead of the left of the conditioner. Towel on the floor instead of hanging. All little things that are out of the norm for me, but not necessarily proof someone was inside my home. Who would want to break in here anyway?
We head back outside to talk to the officer.
“I don’t see anything out of place,” I admit.
“Are you sure you locked the deadbolt? Happens all the time. Your mind is so used to doing something, you think you did something you forgot,” he tells me.
“You’re probably right. I’m so sorry I wasted your time.” I feel my cheeks heat with embarrassment.
“Not a problem. It’s what we are here for. I’ll notate the call should you find anything missing after I leave. Y’all have a good night.”
“Thank you.”
The cop heads to his car as Tank leads me back into the house.
“I don’t know why I freaked out so bad,” I groan.
“You are used to being in control. It was something out of the norm. Honestly, I would rather you call a million times and it be a false alarm than you not call and someone be in here.”
“You’re right. I swear I have a feeling someone was in here. Something feels off.”
He pulls me into his arms. “It’s okay. I’m here. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
I release all my tension as I sink into his hold. For once, I let him have control as I soak up the comfort.
We stand like that for several minutes before I pull away. “Do you have to get back to whatever you were doing?”
“We were closing up at the shop. Jagger might bitch about it later, but he picked up my slack.”
I laugh. “Jagger is going to hate me if I keep monopolizing your time. He’s your best friend, isn’t he?”
He looks horrified at my words.
“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.”
With that being the only warning, she grabs my hair, thrusting into my mouth. It hurts. It’s rough. I can’t breathe.
Yet, my cock is jerking with pleasure. It wants to be touched so badly as she uses my mouth. She keeps thrusting until she pulls out suddenly, my saliva leaving strings as I cough to try and catch my breath.
“You look sexy as hell sucking that. We will be doing that again,” she promises me, making my cheeks heat.
I’m glad I did good. I impressed her.
“I’m too antsy tonight to tease you for hours, so I’m going to fuck you hard and fast. You will accept everything I have to give. On the bed on all fours.”
I jump to my feet, doing exactly as she asks, thrusting my ass out toward her.
I can hear her move, but she doesn’t touch me right away.
The anticipation builds as I hear the lube open, but nothing touches me.
I want to look back, but I know that will only prolong the wait.
She said she couldn’t tease me, but here she is doing it.
Finally, she steps forward, climbing onto the bed behind me. I feel the dildo at my hole before she pushes inside slowly. I groan at the feeling as she starts to thrust slowly, my ass taking more and more of the dildo.
Once I’ve taken it all, she pauses.
“You’re being so good. Does it feel good?”
“Yes, Laney,” I manage to pant out.
She doesn’t say another word. Instead, I hear a click, then all of a sudden, the dildo is vibrating. Without asking, Delaney starts to fuck me roughly. Each time she strokes, it hits me deep, the vibrations making me see stars.
“No coming, Warren. Keep control of your dick,” she hisses at me.
I hear her words, but fuck if I can do anything to stop myself. I’m losing my mind with pleasure.
Delaney lets out her own moan, her strokes becoming less controlled and more erratic. When she reaches up, grabbing my neck, I let her pull on me, her hand around my neck.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” she calls out. “Come with me, Warren. Now.”
Without a single touch, my cock erupts, painting her blanket white. She screams out my name, her body growing taut before she collapses on top of me, the vibrating dildo deep inside me, pressing against my prostate.
The second orgasm hits me out of nowhere. My cock jerks, releasing what little cum I have left.
Delaney is oblivious as she attempts to catch her breath.
The vibrations never stop. I roll from one orgasm into a third, more powerful one.
I’ve never felt what I felt when my body reacts to the vibrations that third time.
My mouth opens, but no sound comes out. My cock doesn’t shoot sperm out, but my body feels the release.
I’m practically convulsing as the pleasure overtakes every single part of my being.
Delaney must pull out because next thing I know, she’s holding me to her as tears fill my eyes.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” she whispers.
“No. Tears of joy, I think. That was the most intense orgasm I have ever had in my life,” I admit.
She smiles down at me, brushing my hair from my face. “Good because you’ve been giving me those for weeks. Glad we are on the same page.”
I reach out, holding her thigh. “Same page. Same book. I don’t want this story to ever end.”
I hear her mumble, “Me either.”
It has my heart soaring with hope.
Maybe I’m not the only one growing attached.
Maybe I can make her fall in love with me.