***LONDON’S POV***
I feel the dark haze slowly leave my eyes but Zane’s eyes are on my face, checking me out. My mind is still cloudy, but I can’t think about what just happened.
“Zane?” I call out lifting my hand to touch Zane’s face.
“That is it, little girl, come to me,” he says huffing.
He is naked. His cock is soft and dangling between his legs. Naked? Zane is naked. The pieces of what we had just done come to my mind like a blow and I choke out in tears.
“Oh, Zane, what happened to me?” I ask hearing the shiver in my own voice.
I hadn’t still recovered from my shiver, but I hope I get it under control as soon as possible.
Zane leans his back on the bed and pulls me tightly to his side.
“You blacked out while you were cumming from your orgasm,” he says rubbing my back.
I feel my breathing catching lightly as I finally remember everything. Zane’s cock did this to me.
“Oh Daddy,” I mouth out as I crawl p of Zane’s hard chest.
His paw hands grab me, squeezing me into his chest tightly, holding me like he wouldn’t let go if anything happen.
“I am never going down hard on you again,” Zane says his chest rising and falling as he pulls out breathes.
I frown. “How long was I out?” I question.
“About five minutes. That is enough to make me believe I killed you, if not for your heavy panting, I would have been convinced enough to call the ambulance,” Zane shoots out.
I shake my head. “This is so ridiculous, Zane, I just got too excited,” I try arguing.
“Don’t. No more dick for you until I am sure how much your body can contain before I rut you,” Zane says.
He keeps saying Rut me like he is some kind of beast. He definitely is, considering that he just made my body suffer. That is crazy.
I nod my head. I don’t want to dwell on this argument again.
I start slipping out of his grasp when it suddenly tightens. Zane groans.
“Where are you going to?” he asks.
I don’t actually know where I was going to so I shake my head, climbing back to his chest, I throw one hand around Zane’s neck, and the other hand is placed on Zane’s chest. His hairy chest is inviting, I love it, and I close my eyes and sleep.
**
I wake up to an empty bed, Zane isn’t anywhere to be found, I scowl at that, but I note that I am naked. I rush to the bathroom and I bathe.
Dry cum is caked on my flesh, yuck! But this is evidence of the fact that I had sex with Zane.
Barely a few days of staying at his place and we already made out. The chemistry was too strong, we could burn one another trying to find the right friction to rub off our desires from one another.
“What happens now that he has fucked me?” I whisper as I start the shower and add soap to my bathing sponge.
I don’t know, deep down in me, I know this is wrong. Zane sent his men to kidnap me from my apartment, I am not proud that they saw me at my lowest, I was broken.
“Fuck you, Oliver,” I mutter as I finish scrubbing my body.
Tears prickle my eyes, I let them fall, and the shower drops wash them down my cheeks, I hate that instant feeling, I don’t have to be weak.
I finish my bath and step out. I don’t have clothes yet, I don’t know if Zane will let me borrow something from him again, he tore what I was wearing last night, it was his T-shirt, he tore it.
I look around for a towel but none is handy. I sigh, I see the one Zane had probably used on me when I passed out. Thinking about it, I blush profusely.
Fucking Zane was hot. I am banned from reaching his dick until he says so. I sigh in frustration.
The lower cabinets don’t have a towel and the upper ones are high, too high for a short girl like me.
I hate it.
My body is still wet, water is dripping from me but I don’t care, I want to reach the cupboard.
I climb on the small bathroom bench, it is low, but it gives me extra inches. I reach for the cabinet and pick out the towel.
“Yes!” I shout out in excitement.
Too much of it makes me slide from the low bench. I feel myself falling before I can grasp anything. It happens so fast, I crash my head on the sink, where Zane had just had mind-blowing sex with me.
I feel where Oliver had slammed my head on the door that night tear open.
I scream… I cry, and I huff out a heavenly wail.
“It hurts… Jesus, it fucking hurts,” I cry out.
I hear a loud crashing sound downstairs, I hear footsteps rushing up a fleet of stairs and I hear my bedroom door slam open.
I reach for the bathroom door in time to click it close.
Zane is on it banging it with all his might.
“London? Are you in there?” he asks his voice filled with worry.
“It hurts…” I murmur, but it actually comes out as a shout.
Zane hears it. When he speaks this time, his hand is trying the doorknob, it wouldn’t open.
“Little human, open the door please, Daddy is here, do you want to tell Daddy what hurts?” he asks his tone now filled with hope.
I fidget, I rush back to the sink, but two steps away from the door, I trip on the towel that had followed me down from my fall earlier.
For the second time this evening, I hit my forehead, this time on the ground.
The commotion is too much, sounds are playing in my head. I feel the air tightening in my lungs.
“Ahh… Arghh! My head,” I cry out softly.
“Holy fucking Christ on a nutcracker, open the damn door, London. You better be alright,” Zane lets out.
Alright? Am I? Fuck no, I am not.
“I am… fine… give me… a moment,” I say breathlessly.
I am crying and I didn’t even know, I need to hold myself together. Zane being here means that he wouldn’t believe me.
I turn on my stomach, my body hurts, all the beatings I suffered from Oliver recently, I feel my muscles failing me. I crash to the ground with a heavy thump.
Zane is heaving a long line of curses.
“I swear on the sun goddess, London, you better be fine if not, I will strap your ass and use my belt on your fine round ass until you bleed, I will…” he trails.
I should be scared, but I lose concentration. The bathroom goes calm, Zane isn’t behind the door, and before I notice it, Zane retrieves a double of the lock’s key and opens the door, throwing it open.
I am on the bathroom floor, naked, a total mess.
Zane’s eyes widen as he rushes to me and lifts me off the ground and into his arms. I wrap my arms around his neck as uncontrollable tears wash over my entire body.
“It hurts… It hurts so much I can’t breathe,” I let out hiccupping.
Yes, I am acting like a big baby, if only it is for Zane’s eyes only, I will let out my vulnerable part come to play with me so badly.
“Hush, little girl, let me see,” he says turning around to access the bathroom, believe me, it is bad.
He starts walking to another bench but I grab his neck tightly, shaking my head.
“Not in here please,” I beg as I shiver.
Zane cusses, but he understands. Or so I think. We had made love here, I had also hurt myself in here.
Nodding, he carries me bridal style out of the guest bedroom and into his own bedroom down the hall.
“I don’t ever want to see you in any bathroom in this house that isn’t mine, is that understood, London?” he warns out his eyes focused on the way.
I nod, snort slurring from my nose.
“Your words, use your words, London, I want to be sure you understand me,” he fires out.
“Yes, Zane,” I murmur.
“Good girl,” he says walking the rest of the way to the bed. He sits me there and I feel cold instantly.
I notice how oddly Zane looks at my body. He has never looked at me that way, I follow his eyes and I gasp softly.
I have stripes where Oliver had been aggressive with me. He had flogged the hell out of me, very badly.
I pull the comforter and pull it over me.
If Zane has something to say, he let go of it. For now. I know Zane will bring back this topic, I know he will. I watch how his molars grind against the other, I want to utter a word but I shut the fuck up.
Zane walks to his closet and picks out a soft shirt and a boxer for me.
“When we go to town for groceries, we will pick out some clothes for you,” Zane says his eyes not meeting mine when he walks over to me.
“Hands up!” he orders and I obey.
Zane slides the shirt through my head, he wears me his boxers as well. He still doesn’t comment on the stripe marks on my body.
I know Zane is giving me time to stew on my thoughts, he will bring the topic back, and I sure wouldn’t love how he will do it.
I watch his fine ass in a pair of grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt. He walks to the bathroom and returns with a first aid kit.
“Any headaches, baby?” he asks as he pulls out a bottle of Tylenol.
I hate drugs. Tears well my eyes just seeing the bottle.
“Please, no drugs,” I reply.
“It doesn’t answer my question, London,” Zane’s voice goes instantly hard.
I gulp, but my throat is so dry.
“If you let me repeat myself, we are utterly going to talk about something else, and with how hurt you are right now, I doubt you want me to switch topics on you right now,” he says his deep brown eyes darkening.
I shake my head quickly, then regret the move.
“My head hurts, but I don’t think I have a headache,” I say truthfully.
Zane doesn’t seem pleased with my response, he shouldn’t be blackmailing me, but I can’t help enjoying how hard he is being possessive.
He walks to his bedroom fridge and pulls out a bottle of fresh water. It is not cold, but very fresh. He hands it to me.
“Drink some,” he orders.
I do just that. I watch Zane open the bottle of Tylenol and pull out two handing it to me. I burst out crying just staring at the two tablets in my hands.
“Swallow them,” he orders.
“Zane, my head doesn’t hurt, I don’t think so,” I argue.
Zane huffs a gentle sigh, walks to his closet, and opens a small drawer, I don’t see what he picks but when he stands and turns around to face me, I shriek.
A belt.
“If you make me tell you to swallow what you have in your hands, I swear, I will use this on you, London,” Zane threatens me.
I don’t know if he is bluffing, but deep in my third bruised soul, I know Zane wouldn’t bluff with stuff like this. His eyes show that he would do it.
“Zane…” I start but close my eyes as I tuck my head backward and throw the pills in them.
I flush them with water. Bitter. The pills are bitter.
“I didn’t have to threaten you to take the pills, little girl,” he says placing the belt on his nightstand, coming to sit in front of me on a stool he takes on his way to me.
“Good girl, now, let us see how bad you hurt yourself, baby,” he says sweetly.
I melt, and I feel my slit forming hot liquid, it would soon drench Zane’s boxers if he is being this nice to me.
“Yes, Daddy,” I reply biting on my lower lips.
If Zane had planned for me not to hear him grunt then he does a shitty job because the sound is a rumble. It sounds good.