***LONDON’S POV***
I can’t help but notice the big room that I am in. It is definitely Zane’s room because it is so masculine. The room is painted black, and the view from the window is rich, mostly showing off the town.
A big closet and a door I assume is the bathroom. Thinking about bathrooms, my bladder screams for release.
“Zane?” I whisper.
Zane had been checking me out, he always seems to do this, thus, it is no doubt that he hears me call him on the first try.
“Yes, Little girl,” he says his brows knotting above his head.
He just called me little girl. I don’t seem to understand Zane, he spanks me, locks me in a cage and now, he calls me little girl? My ovaries rejoice which makes me shudder.
“Can I use the bathroom, please?” I ask gently, but I want him to just say yes, I need to pee.
His eyes soften with understanding, he nods his head as he slides down from the bedroom, I follow suit as he lifts his head, indicating the bathroom door.
I walk to the bathroom, enter the space and close the door.
This bathroom massive that my jaw hangs open. I walk to the pot and sit on it, I feel my bladder squeezing all the urine from it.
Halfway through, the bathroom door burst open and I literally scream.
“What the fuck, Zane, I am using the bathroom,” I say embarrassment clouding my face.
“Leave the door open,” Zane says walking into the bathroom and looking at me.
I have to clutch my sweatpants at my knees, I couldn’t stand because I would make more than a mess, and I feel my face heat with premium humiliation.
“You son of a dick-sucking bitch,” I spit out angrily.
Zane’s expression hardens immediately. I knew I was instantly in trouble.
I had finished urinating now, and one second I was sitting on the toilet and the next second I am holstered into the air, the scream leaving my mouth but cut short.
“The fuck did you just say, London?” Zane asks his hands tightening on my waist as he pulls me towards him, our faces inches apart.
I could deny what I just said but what will that make me? A coward, I had tasted his wrath once, a second time wouldn’t be bad if that showed me off as a strong-willed person.
“You heard me, Zane, what are you going to do? Spank me again? I know your type, Zane Vincenzo, you feed off weak ladies and I will tell you this, I am everything but weak,” I say.
I try to release myself from his grasp but it is impossible, Zane is stronger than me, fighting him is not an option, but I will never be the real princess in distress.
When Zane laughs, I stop fighting him. I stare at his handsome face, the laugh is a sarcastic one, and it makes my body cringe.
“Spank you? London, I have a whole bag full of things I would want to do to you,” he says his eyes darkening as he pulls me out of the bathroom.
The air in my throat starts to cut, I am terrified by this beast of a man.
“Let me go, Zane, just fucking leave me alone,” I shout as he drags me towards his bed.
“Stop swearing, woman,” he warns but I ignore him.
“If not, what?” I shout.
The next couple of seconds happens in a flash. Zane manhandles me like the beast that he is. Carrying me effortlessly, as if I was a rag doll, he dumps me on his king-size bed. I scream but it cuts short in my throat when I see Zane following shortly.
“London, you drive me insane when you act like this,” he speaks as he climbs above me, tearing my t-shirt off my body.
I feel so exposed, I am not wearing a bra, so my breast wiggle freely, the cold air pinching it and making it hard.
I see the lust in Zane’s eyes, I feel terrified, and then, he pulls my sweatpants off, dragging the panties with them as well.
“What… you are going to rape me? Fuck you, Zane Vincenzo,” I shout.
Zane looks caught aback for a second as he towers above me naked.
I feel Zane’s hand around my neck, he chokes me tightly, I feel my air sac tightening and tears fall down my face.
The young man’s face is in front of mine, he bares his teeth at me and I shiver, a warm pool of slick form between my legs.
Zane does something to my body that I cannot explain.
“Rape you? London, you might not know me but one thing you should know is that I am not a rapist. That wouldn’t stop me from punishing you sexually,” he says before leaving me for a moment.
Zane retreats to the side of the bed, opening the first drawer and picking out a handcuff. My eyes widen as I shift to the end of the bed.
“No, Zane, stop!” I shout and beg.
When he grabs my ankle and pulls me towards him, I scream, kicking my legs all the way, hoping that it kicks him and gives me enough space to retreat.
Zane clutches my legs harder, making me whimper in pain.
“Stay still,” he warns as I jerk my body forward as he pushes my body even harder down the bed, and pulls my wrists above my head.
Using the handcuffs, he secures each hand on the headboard and I feel so naked and exposed before him.
“Please, leave me alone, don’t hurt me,” I beg.
Zane isn’t listening right now. He starts moving his hand over my body and I still, my eyes bulge so hard I feel like it will pull out of their sockets.
“Hurt you? I will fucking worship you right now,” Zane lets out.
I shake my head.
“I don’t want you, just go,” I mutter.
Zane shakes his head as if not believing me.
“Stop lying, London, do you mean to tell me that if I keep my fingers in your slit right now I wouldn’t find you wet?” he asks his eyes filled with mischief.
I know I am wet, my body can’t hide how it feels when this man is near me, but I am not willing to take that risk right now.
Slowly, Zane uses his strong knee to kick my thighs open, I try to keep them closed, I want to keep them closed at all costs but it doesn’t work, Zane is too strong.
When his thick finger slides up and down my pussy, I close my eyes and moan.
I fucking moan.
“Oh, Zane,” I cry out.
Zane’s rich laughter fills my ear.
“That is it, moan for Daddy. You are so wet. So fucking wet,” he says dirty to me and I shudder.
If Zane continues rubbing me like this, I will come before he even knows it.
“Stoppp… Stop, Zane,” I say trying to get a grab of myself.
I don’t want Zane to touch me. This is the lie I keep telling myself. As if reading the fight I have with my conscience, Zane pulls his fingers out of my tight pussy.
He starts sucking his fingers clean and a full-body groan escapes his lips. Zane is aware of the fact that I am watching him, he doesn’t do a shitty show of hiding his pleasure either.
“You asked me to stop? Is that what you want, London?” he questions his brows forming a wave above his forehead.
My mind tells me to say no but when I open my mouth, fuckkkk! My soul wants what it wants.
“Don’t stop,” I sigh, it comes out in a sexy way.
Zane is smirking at me now, he knows exactly what I want.
“Beg for it. Do it nicely,” he warns.
This is the moment where I swallow my pride and let Zane Vincenzo pleasure me. With Oliver, it is never like this. Oliver only took what he wanted and left me alone.
Zane seems to ignite a burning desire in me, I will consume if I am not careful.
“Oh… Daddy Zane… please…” I beg.
“Please what, London? Use your words, baby girl, I know you have them.” Zane says teasing me.
Zane is now between my legs, his tongue inches close to my pussy. I try to buckle my hips upwards but Zane holds my waist and pins me steadily on the bed.
“Daddy Zane, please touch my little pussy, touch me until I come over your hand and your tongue,” I say.
This time, I don’t feel the shame that consumes me, I just want this man to touch me.
Zane chuckles between my thighs and digging his head down, he feasts on me like a starving man.
I writhe beneath him but his strong hands hold me captive, when he licks my clit and blows soft air on it, I come instantly.
“Oh my God, I am coming, Daddy, I am coming,” I cry out as I feel myself spending so much that I am a mess.
Zane doesn’t stop sucking me, he is not finished with me yet. Lapping my juices, he sucks me even harder.
A second wave of orgasm strikes when I haven’t even recovered from the first one, I shout as a black haze feels my face.
“Oh, my God, this is so good,” I whimper.
I say a lot of incoherent things right now when I am still weak, my head is a dark cloud. If this is the kind of sexual punishment Zane was talking about giving me, oh, yes, I can take this all day, but right now, I need to catch my breath.
I don’t think I have ever cum this much in my entire life, I feel weak and exhausted.
Zane peers up from my thighs and he smiles devilishly. I can’t move a limb and my hands are still above my head. I hate that I can’t touch him.
Zane moves towards my lips and connects his mouth to mine. I taste myself on his lips, and his beards tickle me. I moan in his mouth, lifting my hips to meet his upper body. The beast of a man is hard, I can feel his hard dick almost bursting his trouser.
“I want you, London, darn, the things you do to me, London,” Zane says between kisses as he tries to pull his hands in my pussy.
I open up even further, not wanting him to miss any friction Zane is ready to offer.
“I want what you have to give me,” I say.
I know my dumb brain will be more than annoyed when I am back from this lustful haze. Right now, I don’t care.
Zane chuckles, kissing me one last time, and then, he unlocks the handcuff freeing me from the shackles.
“Soon, little human, soon. I will take you from every hole in your body until you are just a mushy puddle at the end,” he tells me planting one last kiss on my lips before he slides down from my body.
I sit rubbing my wrists one at a time. It is not swollen, Zane hadn’t secured the cuffs, but it was enough to retain me while he reigns his punishment on me.
My eyes are buried on Zane’s face, I don’t look away when he sees me checking him out, but the lust in his eyes makes me aware that I am naked and in front of him.
I quickly pull the comforter to my chest, covering myself. Zane’s eyes soften.
“I don’t have clothes for you yet, but you can borrow my boxer and a T-shirt. I guess food will be here anytime soon, you need to eat and take your drugs,” Zane says.
He sounds caring, I love this part of him, but then, I remember what he just did to my body and I blush aggressively.
“Yes, Daddy,” I mutter sliding out of the bed, the comforter still on my chest.