***LONDON’S POV***
The food is one of the tastiest I have had in months, and that is literally shortly after I left Oliver’s place. It hasn’t been long though.
“Why do we have so much food, are we expecting guests to join us?” I ask as I dig my fries into the ranch and dip them into my mouth.
Zane laughs before replying, “No, this is all for you to enjoy yourself. I didn’t know what you quite like, so, I ordered around. The Italian meals are good, you can try them out as well,” he says.
I look at the food he is pointing at, the pasta looks really good, and my mouth is really juicy. On the other hand, are nachos and some other things I can’t explain.
“Go on, don’t stand on occasion,” he says warmly nodding his head and prompting me to take it.
I try the food out, dishing it out into my plate and when I put it in my mouth, it is flavorful, I moan.
“I love the pasta. It is so good,” I mutter taking another fork full of pasta and eating it.
Zane’s rich masculine laughter seems to do something to me, it is so good that I actually forget that I don’t know this man, he is a total stranger to me. Does it matter right now? No. But will I think about it when I am on my own? Yes, definitely.
“Thank you, Zane,” I say sipping on my drink.
“You are welcome,”
*
We eat in silence, every bit of the food is almost gone by the time I throw my hands up saying I am full.
Zane had eaten most of what I didn’t want, he always asked at least thrice making sure that I didn’t want it again before he devours it.
“Are you sure you don’t want to eat again?” Zane asks standing to start clearing the plates.
“No, jeez! If I try to put anything in my mouth again, I swear I will be sick,” I say scrunching my face to make believe.
Zane does not take the joke though, he stands in front of me, his face looking all worried.
“Are you feeling sick, London? You want to use the bathroom?” he questions his brows furrowing.
I shake my head smiling cheekily.
“No, it is just a joke. Now, don’t be too serious, Daddy. Let the creases fall,” I tease him standing straight.
I know I shouldn’t be doing all this daddy stuff but Zane is just so fucking adorable, he is beastly and although I know he can break me, there is something about this brute of a man that kind of reassures me, I want more of what he has to offer to me.
Zane doesn’t comment on my words, he starts putting away the dishes, and I join him.
“No dessert, Daddy?” I ask leaning over the table to grab the tray where the fries had been.
If I thought Zane wasn’t going to reply to me then I had a whole something else coming my way.
Zane is behind me for the second time this evening his hand on my waist pushing me down the table. He leans to my ear and his cologne drifts to my nose, he smells perfectly manly.
“Dessert, huh? Didn’t you tell me you will puck if you had something in your mouth? Or do you want something else?” he asks his hands moving away from my waist and lower until he flips his t-shirt from my body.
I hear an audible gasp, I know what that sound means.
“Fuck, no panties, London? Is this your little act to get punished or what?” he demands rubbing his large palms across my ass.
I lean into him and groan.
“The boxers you gave me were extra large for me. I don’t have clothes yet, I just have to deal with what I have and not what you give me. That is just the t-shirt, of course.” I say.
I feel Zane’s hard cock, the friction he causes between my legs makes me feel so good, I want to chase that high, I want it so badly but my pride wouldn’t let me do it.
Zane sighs and stretches his body before helping me straight. I see the lust in his eyes before they disappear.
“Let’s get this place cleaned up, I have to tuck you in bed,” he says warmly.
My eyes widen in utter shock. Is Zane trying to kill me now? He turns me on and says trash like that? No way am I letting him get away with it now.
“ZANE!” I shout out stomping my feet on the ground like the spoiled brat that I am.
“Get the place cleaned up, little girl, it is getting late,” Zane says as he picks up the plastic bags, dumping them into the trash.
“No. I want more of what we were doing just now, Zane,” I say unashamedly.
If Zane heard, he does a shitty job at paying attention to my needs, it that is how he wants it then I am going to teach him a lesson he wouldn’t be quite to forget.
I climb on the table, the part that has already been tidied up and I widen my thighs, bringing my knees right up. I start touching myself, closing my eyes, and trying to chase that high.
I know this is wanton of me to act this way, but if Zane is going to leave me half-satisfied, I will do better to let him be a voyeur to my pleasure. I moan as I touch myself. That is when I notice that the room has become silent.
Slowly, I open my eyes and gasp in shock when I see Zane standing in front of me, his face red with anger.
“Daddy,” I call out seductively.
Wrong, this is so wrong. I am not a bitch, I hate my soul right now. I start taking my hands away from my pussy when a low rumble comes out from Zane.
“If you fucking take your hand away from that sweet little cunt of yours, I swear, I will fuck you on this goddamn table until you melt and become one with it,” he threatens me.
Zane fucking Vincenzo threatens me.
I gently replace my hand on my clit and apply friction on it. I have never been asked to touch myself before anyone. Oliver didn’t even pleasure me at all. I had to chase my high alone.
“Zane,” I call out softly as I beg for what I do not know.
Zane’s dark brown eyes are flashing on my face, his eyes are roaming my body, burning every part they touch.
When I try to close my thighs, Zane slaps my thighs open.
“Keep these fucking legs open, London,” he cusses.
This isn’t what I wanted, I would have loved Zane to be doing this to me, rather, he humiliates me by just standing there and watching. Tears threaten to choke me, I shouldn’t have tempted him this much, I am the one to pay right now.
Slowly, the friction between my legs heightens, I see that edge in front of me and I whimper drawing close to it and then, I come. I shudder as I close my eyes and wait for the wave to pass, it seems to be taking forever.
I am panting heavily, my little chest is going up and down. I feel my soul slipping back into my body, I open my eyes and Zane is still there, he looks at me like I was an eye candy.
I can’t help it, I avert my eyes as I wiggle into a sitting position. Zane’s large palms find my slender throat. He seems to love choking me, or maybe it is because they just fit so perfectly.
“That was perfect, London, your little pussy looked perfect and how you pleasured yourself is fabulous. But…” he trails as his eyes become deathly, I catch my breath, I want Zane to let go of me, I beg for distance but he has me on a chokehold.
I risk choking on his strength and suffocating. I do not want that so I stay still.
Zane adds pressure to my neck all the time careful that he doesn’t sprain it unintentionally.
“Zane, it hurts,” I breathe out softly.
“I know it fucking hurt, if I want you to listen to me, I have to make it hurt for you, baby,” he shoots out at me.
Tears well the corners of my eyes and they start slipping out. The beast of a man seems unfazed, he slowly applies pressure to my neck and pushes my back to the table.
“What… What are you going to do to me?” I ask on shaky words.
Zane’s eyes look mischievous, if I think I can tell what this man is about, then, I have a whole new thing coming my way, and it is so fast that I didn’t see it coming.
Zane walks to the fridge opening it, he picks up a bottle of whipped cream and a chocolate bar that he had just placed in the fridge from our meal.
He walks to me and forces the chocolate into my mouth.
“Take a big bite, London,” he instructs.
I open my mouth and take a mouthful of the delicacy. It is mouth-watering, the chocolate is rich and I moan on it. Zane’s eyes are prying at me but he doesn’t say anything.
He slaps my inner thigh, forcing me to spread them open.
“Do not swallow the chocolate, London, if not, I will not let you come, and I will spank your ass with a whiplash so much that you will see stars dancing across your eyes,” he shoots out fisting the bottle of whipped cream that I am scared it will burst.
When I don’t reply, he prompts gently, “Is that understood, little human?”
I nod and Zane slaps my inner thighs in two quick succession.
“Use your words, princess,” he shouts out daring me to not utter a word.
The chocolate in my mouth is fast melting but as Zane had warned, I am not supposed to swallow it. With this position of mine, I will choke on myself shortly and die. If this is what Zane wants from me, I can as well be saying my last prayer silently. I do not think I can survive the order.
“Yes,” I murmur.
“Yes, what, London?” he barks.
I work my throat but I do not dare swallow the chocolate in my mouth.
“Yes, Daddy,” I say the words, humiliation clouding my face.
Zane’s face lightens up as he smiles at me devilishly. He starts spraying the cream on my body. He puts it in specific locations.
My nipples suffer the shock first and I shiver from the chilled temperature. Next, my belly button. Then, Zane trails a line of cream until he stops at my pussy. He tops a big potion just above my labia.
If embarrassment would kill a lady, now is the moment for that feeling to consume me.
“Z… Zaa… Zane,” I sputter out and catch myself before I choke on the thick mushy chocolate liquid that has now settled in my mouth.
Zane hears the plea in my mouth but he doesn’t do a thing to relieve me of my stress.
“You have one rule, London, do not dare swallow the chocolate in your mouth. You asked about dessert and I am serving it to you. But since you have been a bad girl, I will be the one to eat it and not you. I might let you have the one in your mouth, but that is it,” he tells me as if this is the most natural thing to do.
I feel heavy tears hitting me like a tornado wave, I want to cry but the pressure will only make me choke on myself and kill me so quickly.
I am not dying yet.
“Nod if you understand the rule, London, nod to tell me you wouldn’t fuck this up for yourself,” Zane shouts out as he glares at me intensively.
I quickly nod my head as he wants it.
“Good girl, that is my good girl,” he praises me.
My thighs soften quickly, it is crazy how sweet words turn me on so fucking greatly.