Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Delaney
It’s noon on a Monday, but I feel like it might as well be a Friday. I am walking on cloud nine.
To be honest, I have been feeling this way for a while now. It’s like nothing can get me down. Erica says it’s all the orgasms. I think it’s that and the man who is giving them to me.
Or I guess I’m taking them for myself.
Either way, nothing is ruining my mood.
No, that’s why I’m practically floating as I walk into the teachers’ lounge on my break.
“You sure are glowing these days, Miss Harris,” Mrs. Bachman says as I refill my coffee cup in the teachers’ lounge.
I smile kindly at her. “Life is good. Don’t you think?”
She laughs. “I don’t know how you remain so calm and poised with the six-year-olds. They seem to be a never-ending source of questions and energy. It’s why I chose fifth grade to teach. Closer to adulthood, but right before all those teenage hormones.”
I chuckle. “That’s why I like them. They are hungry for knowledge. Just today I told one of them that butterflies taste with their feet. That led into a discussion about why they do that and what they like to eat. I was even able to pull up some videos online and show them so they could see it.”
“That’s why the kids love you,” she says. “You foster that in them. You’re a great teacher.”
“I try my best. I really do love it.”
“Keep it up. You’re doing great.”
She leaves the lounge, heading back to her classroom. I do the same, taking a seat at my desk as I pull out my phone.
Tank
Miss you already. I’m wearing the thing you told me to wear.
I smirk at the message. He sent it at eight this morning. I haven’t had a chance to look at it since. I wonder if I should mess with him. Is he busy?
Opening the app on my phone, I decide it would be a waste not to.
I press the on icon and wait about ten seconds before I flip it off. I wait for the text message, but it doesn’t come.
Looking up at the clock, I see that I have ten minutes before the recess attendant brings my class back.
He wants to ignore me? I’ll show him.
I press on again and up the intensity by two. Then I set my phone down and start to grade papers, keeping an eye on my phone.
“Delaney, I wanted to have a chat with you before class started,” the assistant principal, Mrs. Lynch, says from the door.
I turn my phone screen off as my heart starts to race. “Of course, come on in. I was just grading homework. Hard not to give them all perfect scores when they draw little pictures like this.”
I hold up the artwork of one of my students.
“They are so creative at that age. I wanted to check in. How is everything going with your personal life?”
My phone buzzes, but I ignore it. I don’t need the principal to see the app I had open. That would lead to questions. Questions I don’t want to answer.
I swallow hard. “Did something else happen? The police said to report anything suspicious.”
She shakes her head. “No. I’m sorry I made you worry. I only wanted to check in because of the situation. The resource officer has been keeping an eye out and hasn’t seen Blaine. We also haven’t gotten any other reports about you. I only wanted to know if you were doing well.”
Another buzz. I’m itching to check the phone, but I remain focused on her.
“Ah. That’s kind of you to check in. I’m doing good. Blaine hasn’t been bothering me since I went to the police. I’m hoping it made him see the light, and he’s finally moved on.”
“Good. I know it’s none of my business, but I do worry about my employees. Especially when it’s a situation like that. I’m happy to hear it seems to be going well. Are you still dating that new guy?”
A third, then a fourth buzz. I glance at my phone, then back to her.
“Yeah. He’s pretty great. I’m glad I met him.”
I mean every word of it too. He has helped me grow into a better person.
“You deserve it. You do look much happier. Well, I’ll let you get back to it. Enjoy the rest of your day. My office door is always open.”
A fifth buzz. I need her out of here ASAP.
“Thank you,” I tell her, waiting until she clears the door to grab my phone.
I open it up and immediately turn the app off. I have five messages from Tank.
Tank
Fuck, Laney. You’re killing me.
Tank
I had to run to the bathroom. Everyone thinks I shit myself.
Tank
I’m going to come if you don’t turn it off.
Tank
This is torture.
Tank
I came. Fuck. You want me to come again?
I quickly type back a response.
Me
I’m so sorry. My assistant principal came in. I won’t even punish you for coming without permission. Are you okay?
He responds back without hesitation.
Tank
Knees are a little weak, and I have some explaining to do, but fuck, it was exhilarating. When are you going to do it again?
I laugh at his message, typing out a quick one as I hear the kids walking down the hall.
Me
You’ll never know because I own you, and you do as I say. Be a good boy.
I slide my phone away and stand to greet my kids. I push Tank away from my mind as I hop right into a math lesson, trying my best to make it fun.
Even so, I catch myself eyeing the clock. Not because I don’t want to be here, but because I am counting down the minutes until I get to see him again.
Tank
“You’ve got the Chevy in bay three. Needs a new radiator.” Gunner hands me the paperwork before going back to the front.
I head to my bay to look at what I’m working with.
“You need any help?” Jagger asks from his bay next to mine.
I glare at him. “No.”
“Aww, you wound me. I thought we were best friends. Now it’s like you never want to hang out anymore. I never see you in the bar. You haven’t even showed up to any of the club parties. What’s up with that?”
I roll my eyes at his antics. He doesn’t need me with him, but he can be a needy little shit sometimes.
“I’ve been busy.”
He sighs all dramatically. “Tank.”
“Jagger,” I say, mocking him.
“You wound me.”
I snort. “I’d be worried if…”
I hiss when I feel the vibrating cock ring around my dick turn on. The vibrations are so sudden that they shocked me. It lasts only a few seconds, but there’s no way I hid my reaction from Jagger. The nosy fucker is going to be bothering me to know what’s up.
“You okay, Tanky?” he asks.
“I have to go.” I turn and hightail it for the bathroom, but I’m not quick enough.
A second, stronger vibration nearly takes me to my knees. Gunner gives me an odd look from the lobby area while Sloane looks amused from bay one.
“If you shit yourself, just text. We can bring you Frank’s old overalls,” Jagger calls out.
I ignore him, rushing into the bathroom. I thank God we have a single bathroom, otherwise, Jagger would be chatting my ear off outside the stall.
“I’ll be out here if you need me, buddy,” Jagger calls through the door.
The vibrations haven’t stopped, though. The intensity has my cock twitching from pleasure.
“Fuck. Off,” I manage to yell out between gritted teeth.
I hear him mumble something, but it sounds like he moved away.
I pull out my phone and shoot off a text to Delaney.
Me
Fuck, Laney. You’re killing me.
She doesn’t answer, and it makes me frown.
When she gave me this as a present, I wasn’t sure if I would actually do it.
I love being submissive to her, but the threat of the guys finding out has me feeling a bit uncomfortable.
I don’t think they’d shame me, but there would be some teasing. Lovingly, of course.
I groan as another wave of pleasure hits me. I lean against the wall, my forehead enjoying the coolness in contrast to my burning hot body.
I look down at my phone. Still nothing. This is torture. I can feel myself getting closer to coming, but I know I can’t unless she allows it.
Me
I had to run to the bathroom. Everyone thinks I shit myself.
I’m panting as I recite every rule in the Saint’s Outlaws handbook. When that doesn’t work, I try to think of something else that would turn me off. Nothing is coming to mind. In fact, I’m finding it hard to think.
Me
I’m going to come if you don’t turn it off.
I thank the heavens above for whoever created autocorrect because I swear I can barely see straight as I keep texting her. She’s playing hard to get, which is only making me hotter. I can see her in my head, sitting in her classroom, getting off on how she controls my pleasure.
Me
This is torture.
I manage to type the words, but it’s futile.
The vibrations are so intense and never-ending that I come.
My cock jerks in my pants as I feel the cum shoot from the tip.
My knees are shaking by the time it stops, but the vibrations still don’t end.
I’m barely holding myself up as the pain almost becomes too much.
Me
I came. Fuck. You want me to come again?
I groan loudly, trying to focus on anything but the vibrations around my cock. Logically, I know I can take it off and stop this, but I enjoy obeying Laney. It’s what fulfills my soul. I want to be her obedient little toy.
So I endure.
Finally, the vibrations stop only for my phone to vibrate in my hand, making my body tingle.
Laney
I’m so sorry. My assistant principal came in. I won’t even punish you for coming without permission. Are you okay?
It’s the way she cares that makes this feel like more than just sex. More than exploring each other in ways we have never felt comfortable exploring before.
Me
Knees are a little weak, and I have some explaining to do, but fuck, it was exhilarating. When are you going to do it again?
I really hope she doesn’t right now. I will end up on the floor. I want her to know I really enjoyed it, though. That I would be down to do this again anytime she pleased.
Laney
You’ll never know because I own you, and you do as I say. Be a good boy.
I smile down at my phone as I shoot her one last message.
Me
I’ll always be your good boy, Laney.
I do my best to clean myself up, but I know I’m going to have to run back to the clubhouse for a quick shower and change of clothes. She didn’t tell me to take the cock ring off, so I plan to leave it.
Washing my hands, I open the door to find Jagger casually leaning against the wall.
“Don’t you have work to do?” I mutter, knowing my face is red as hell.
“I was worried about you. You look clammy and red. You feeling okay?” he asks, genuinely concerned.
“Fine. Lunch must not have agreed with me,” I huff.
He follows me as I walk through the shop.
“You haven’t eaten lunch,” Jagger says as he falls into step beside me.
“Get back to work. Gunner, aren’t you supposed to be keeping an eye on him?” I growl.
Gunner looks up from his clipboard. “I don’t get between the two of your bromance bullshit. As long as you get your shit done, I don’t give a fuck. I have my hands full enough with Trouble here.”
“Hey, I’m a perfect angel,” Sloane protests.
Jane pops her head into the back room. “Bay three is calling for an update. Do we have an eta?”
“Fuck. I need to run to the clubhouse. It’ll be a couple hours,” I tell her.
She frowns. “You don’t look so good. You should take the rest of the day off.”
“I’m fine. I’ll be back.”
As I make my way back to the clubhouse, I can’t help the little smile on my face.
I would deal with all the ridicule from those guys for another experience like that with Laney.