***LONDON’S POV***
So this is it, my bad decisions have shackled me to a man I barely know in person.
When Zane had introduced himself in the hospital, I knew I was in for the longest time. My issue right now is why Micah will work for a ruthless man like Zane Vincenzo. He is a beast.
As the elevator car opens and the elderly pushes me all the way to the front of the hospital, Zane helps me stand and the elderly quickly dashes out, returning inside.
A big blue SUV is waiting in front of the walkway and Zane guides me inside. Sitting on the other side, he closes the door and his driver pulls away.
“Take us to the house, Caleb,” Zane says, power reeling from his voice.
“Yes Boss,” the driver whom I now assume is Caleb pulls out of the hospital driveway and into traffic.
“I want to go home, my home. I miss my bed, my house, you can’t just kidnap me, I had a life of mine I was leaving before now,” I mutter, fighting the tears behind my eyes.
If I was going to make this man believe that I was serious about leaving then, I had to be strong, I didn’t want to show any sign of weakness. Men like this fed off it quickly.
“Not now,” Zane says looking into his phone. He seemed to be typing something off in it.
“Why not now, Zane? I can’t follow a complete stranger to his house just because he said so,” I was now shouting.
Yes, I was angry, and adrenaline was spiking in my blood, if I was going to cause a scene to make my point heard, yes, I would proudly do it.
Zane stops typing, slowly turning his head towards me, I stare at his pool of brown eyes, they terrify me but I stand my ground, only if it was externally. I was shivering on the inside.
“Don’t be a brat. Now, shut up and enjoy the ride, we will soon be home,” he says and flashes his eyes back to his phone, finishing whatever shit he was typing there.
Anger flashed in my eyes. Yes, I was a brat, and if he was going to act like a shitty daddy-dom, I was going to content myself being a brat.
I rapidly seized the phone from his hands and throw it out of the moving car. It happened so fast, and I glared deadly into Zane’s eyes as I spoke to his face, screaming.
“You want to see the bratty side of me, Daddy? I could be a shitty brat. What will you fucking do?” I yell into his face.
I refused to share a single tear, and yes, what I just did was really stupid, but who cares? Fuck the fact that he is Zane Vincenzo, no one pisses me off.
Caleb pulls the car to the side of the road, and looking through the rear mirror, Zane nods his head once. Caleb dashes out of the car, walking to go and retrieve Zane’s phone.
Slowly, I mean robot slow was how Zane turned to face me. I felt his eyes lock with mine, shifting, I grab the door handle and try to open it but I was slow, too fucking slow, or the beast of a man was just as fast that he used both of his massive hands to lock me in them.
Pulling me towards himself, Zane folds me over his knees, leaving me in a vulnerable position. I shout but the sound is a terrified whisper, it echoes in the car. Zane pulls down my sweatpants and panties down in one go exposing my tender flesh to him.
I squeal trying to escape from him but he has me pinned with his left hand wrapped across my body. If I ever regret being small, it is now, I am defenseless.
“Let me go, Zane, I swear, I will…” Whatever was going to come out of my mouth is cut short when I feel a sharp pain across my ass.
I yelp in pain.
Zane Vincenzo just spanked me.
A second blow comes in, and then a third. I feel a series of mind-aching slaps flash across my ass. The pain is too much, I start crying.
“Please, Zane stop it hurts,” I cry out in pain.
He doesn’t listen, he keeps spanking me. This isn’t for pleasure, it is for punishment and I feel my ass getting sore real quick.
I wriggle, I bite, I even scratch Zane but the man is a muscle of a human. He doesn’t feel.
“Stay Still, little human, it will only get worse if you keep fighting me,” Zane warns as he keeps blowing slaps across my ass cheeks.
I can’t believe that I am receiving my ever first spanking, and this brute is giving it to me.
I feel weak, I lost count at twenty strokes, and I cry so much that I feel so weak. When Zane stops spanking me, I am a crying ball of mess.
I feel Zane pull my pants up and sits me beside him. I crawl to the end of the car seat begging for some space between us.
I want to go outside, I want to run but I can’t, Zane terrifies me.
If I thought Zane was done with me, I was just kidding myself. He removes a tissue from his pocket and hands it to me.
“Clean your eyes and be a good girl for me, you are still sore from the past couple of days. Now, would you be a good girl for ‘daddy’?” he asks his hand stretched forwards with the tissue.
I want to deny it, deep down in me, I don’t want to take the tissue but his eyes twinkle with mischief, he is silently daring me to deny it.
I snatch the tissue from his hands and dab my eyes with them. Next, I blow my running nostrils into the tissue.
“What do you say, London?” he asks his voice having an underlying anger in it.
“Thank you,” I spit out.
“Thank you what?” he asks warning me already on my next choice of words.
“Daddy. Thank you, Daddy Zane,” I blurt out and look on the other side of the door.
If he is going to be an asshole, I better avoid him. But jeez, my buttocks are sore. I can barely sit in the car, it hurts so badly.
I hear Zane chuckle, he grabs the back of my head directing me to face him.
“You chose to call me, Daddy, I didn’t force you. But for a brat, I think you deserve to call me that, it sounds good from that small tongue of yours,” he says his eyes firmly on me.
My face still hurts, and my eyes are still filled with tears but I snort hard enough for him to hear my displease.
Zane laughs, a deep throaty laughter that causes me to flinch.
“Kiss Daddy,” he calls out.
I try to resist but his grip on the back of my head hardens.
“I. Said. Kiss. Daddy.” he repeats himself.
I push my head forward and upward until our lips Collide. It is a quick peck on the lips and I am out.
I hear Zane growl like a beast before ducking his head properly to kiss the fuck out of me.
He kisses me violently, just as brutally as he had fucking kissed me.
I love it. I hate myself for loving it but with the energy reverberating from this man’s body, I will soon be consumed before I even try to figure shit out.
When he releases me, my head sways, I feel tired from all that crying and I return to my sit leaning against the chair and closing my eyes.
I cry, and then I am overpowered by sleep.
I am too tired, I guess my body needs sleep.