***ZANE’S POV***
London fucking Jameson will be the death of me. I take a moment back to stare at my work of art and it is just perfect. London is perfect and I have to catch myself from spilling out any emotions.
What this lady does to me is mind troubling, she is trouble altogether, so, I need to be careful with how I deal with her.
London’s face is streaked with tears, all these tears aren’t good for her, but the little girl will not stop teasing me. I swear if I didn’t have enough control over myself, I would come right now just staring at her. She is perfection, and she is mine.
I doubt the fact that London is aware of the kind of power she has over me.
The whipped creams on her body are inviting me, so, I walk over to her and her left breast first and suck on it. I hear the sounds London makes, but I doubt she can do more, if she tries anything stupid, especially with the position I have set her in, she is so fucking sure to choke on her saliva.
I flick and lick her nipple, I suck that already hard pebble until London’s hands grab my hair, pulling me towards her. I smile against her soft white skin.
“My little sweet sex cum loves this, doesn’t she?” I ask as I move to the right breast to carefully play with it.
Same act a few minutes later and I can feel all the fight leaving London’s body, if she didn’t have a restraint in her mouth, she would be cussing me for teasing her so badly, but I set the rules, and she will get her pleasure out of it.
I pull my head upwards and London is a wet mess of tears, her blonde hair has formed a halo above her head, flashing on the bedroom table, she blubbers incoherently, her eyes beg me to stop but I laugh darkly.
“My bratty girl can’t talk, can she?” I ask rhetorically as I lick the cream off her belly button, follow the trail that leads to her small pussy and stop.
I look at London and she is an inch of her life from swallowing the chocolate that has already melted in her mouth. I see her moving her throat and I slap her hard across the pussy.
London growls buts don’t open her mouth to spit out the liquid from it. She doesn’t swallow it either.
“Good girl, you wanted dessert and daddy is giving it to you. Be the slutty good girl you are and keep that chocolate in your sweet mouth,” I warn out sternly.
London nods her head in quick succession.
“You are learning quick, little one,” I say digging my head into the cream and sucking it with her flesh as if I was a starved man.
London is squirming below me, the seductive sounds she makes are out of this world, it gives me the energy to feed more on her, I love eating her up.
London’s grasp on my hair tightens and in that same moment, I know she isn’t far from her orgasm, I help her to chase it.
Good girls deserve to cum.
“Cum for me, little girl, don’t make daddy wait for long, cum for me,” I order against her flesh, licking her clit until she can’t do any other thing but obey the order that is being given to her.
Slowly, I see the moment London falls from that cliff, I see how she shudders beneath me. She can’t keep the chocolate in her mouth anymore and I grin evilly.
“Swallow!” I command.
London is still a mess, in her struggle to do so, she sputters, the thick liquid rolling out of her mouth and down her neck. Her position has an effect on what just happened, it makes me smile but I hide it.
Lifting her into a sitting position, London is still fazed from her near-death experience, she must have seen the stars I promised to show her.
I grab a napkin and I clean her up. London starts sobbing, her entire body shaking.
“Fuck, come here, baby,” I say in my panic mode activated.
She doesn’t come, she just avoids me, I don’t force her to get back.
“That was… It was intense, Zane. I have never cum so much in a go. I feel weird,” she confesses, looking at the ground.
I pinch her chin and force her eyes to mine.
“You don’t have to worry about your pleasure, it is mine to provide for you now. And I swear, as long as you are under my care…” I trail, I want to know how she will react to this.
London’s eyes pale, I know this is a deal, she must have sensed the change in the atmosphere as well because she slides down from the table.
“Good night, Zane,” she murmurs as she pads away and down the hallway.
I want to tell London that she will be sleeping in my room, in my bed, but she doesn’t give me a moment. I must have gone a little too hard on her, but damn it, she is my property.
I hear her footsteps patting upstairs, and the first door of the bedroom in that hallway slams shut loudly.
I want to shout, I want to cuss heavily, I know I shouldn’t be loud, but London is the only lady that seems to attack every fiber of my body. She makes me go haywire.
I find myself walking to the end of the stairway and shouting upstairs, not caring if I sound like a madman. London does this to me.
“Don’t fucking break the door to that bedroom, London,” I shout out.
It is a bait, I want London to not reply to my warning. Even if she does, it will be another reason to get to her, to punish her, even though I know I shouldn’t.
London’s reply isn’t what I was expecting.
“Yes, Daddy Zane,”
That is it. That is all, she doesn’t challenge me. I sigh and walk to the kitchen, finishing tidying up before settling down for the night.
Whatever stuff London is made of is affecting me emotionally. I fucking need her like I need my next breath.