***LONDON’S POV***
I do the naked shame up to Zane’s room, my buttocks is on fire. I feel so weak and I cry all the way to his room.
Zane is a beast, I have seen what he can do with his hands, and now, he used a spatula on me.
I feel my cheeks moistened with more tears, I know I shouldn’t cry again, I should obey Zane’s orders but he is just so hard to resist that it hurts.
I walk into Zane’s bedroom and rush to his closet. I pick a new pair of black boxers and a blue shirt. I slip them on. I find a pair of black sweatpants and slide them up on my legs.
When the edges scratch the lines of my bottom, a fresh wave of pain crashes through me.
I burst into tears.
I have never felt so alone in my entire life. Life with Oliver had not been roses, but I think I will prefer living in his hell, that is the kind of pain I can bare. I know that I can live through it.
With Zane, the pain doubles, it is shameful, like a punishment for submission.
Each of Zane’s strokes had been to remind me that he owns me in case I am going to forget anytime soon. Definitely, a lesson I am not in a rush to forget of course.
I slip my legs into one of Zane’s extra large slippers, I rush downstairs just in time to see Zane standing by the sink disposing of his glass. He lifts his head up and stares at me.
I feel tingles of shame course through me, I try hiding, but it is just not possible.
Zane has seen every fucked up part of me.
Zane walks towards me and uses his large palm to caress my face with it. I close my eyes, waiting in case he wants to hurt me.
He must have sensed my fear because he sighs.
“Open your eyes, little human,” he musters.
I obey instantly, but tears hit the back of my eyes, I look away. The monster in front of me lifts my face to look at his.
“Please…” I beg softly.
He seems to understand what I am begging for and he nods his head.
“I am not going to hurt you, London, at least, not when you are acting rational. Now, we wouldn’t talk about the punishment again, okay?” he prompts waiting for my reply.
I nod my head.
“Use your words, baby girl,” he says calmly.
“Yes, Zane,” I choke out the words.
Lowering his lips to mine, Zane kisses me gently. I start crying against his lips, I can’t help it. It feels like a lot. Too much to contain. Zane breaks the kiss as he looks at me with worried eyes.
“What is it, baby?” he asks as he directs me to the living room couch.
He sits and forces me over his knees.
“Does your ass hurt?” he asks pulling my sweatpants down.
“Yes,” I whimper.
Zane produces a balm. He must have taken it from one of the cabinets when I was upstairs because he opens it and starts applying it on my red backside. I squeal but he is being gentle.
“You don’t have to, Zane,” I argue.
“It is alright, baby, let me take care of you,” he says.
The balm is actually refreshing, the pain doesn’t quit but it lessens. I guess I wouldn’t be taunting Zane anymore.
*
Zane finishes taking care of my stripes and he pulls back my sweatpants in place. When I am on my feet, he places a gentle kiss on my forehead, just above my bandaid.
It is tingling. I feel better now, and he grabs my hands walking towards the door with me.
“We didn’t have breakfast, even though I am sure it is time for lunch already,” I tell him, but my voice is low.
He notices it because he releases a low growl. It is sexy believe me. My pants dampen with a quick shock.
“Get into the car, little girl, we will stop for brunch on our way to the shopping store,” he says.
I get my adrenaline spiked up at the mention of food. I am so happy that I trip on Zane’s extra-large slippers on my feet. Zane’s massive hands grab my waist securing me tight against him.
“Those slippers are too big for you,” he tells me, the corners of his eyes crinkling softly.
“I know. I borrowed them for you. You didn’t have anything my size,” I tell him struggling to keep my balance.
Zane let go of me and I find my stability. He opens the door and I climb into his car. He leans in to attach the seatbelt.
“I can do it,” I tell him.
“I know you can, but I want to take care of you, let me do this,” he says finishing buckling it.
He lifts his head and kisses me on my lips. I close my eyes and lean into the kiss. The kiss isn’t forceful, but it is what I need, I feel that pull into him, but Zane cuts it short, letting me go.
There is this lust I see in Zane’s eyes, I want to reach for it, I want him to do ugly things to my body, I want him to make me cum so hard that I know he belongs to me.
“Zane?” I call out slowly.
“Let us go if we want to put food in your stomach,” he says.
I feel a lot of restraint in Zane’s body, he closes my door, and when he comes around to sit on the other side of the steering, he seems relaxed, at least, from the outside.
Igniting the engine, Zane starts the car and pulls out of his mansion. It is big. I had been asleep when he brought me in last night, right now, I think I need a tour of the property because it seems to be land that stretches to no end.
I sit comfortably and enjoy the car ride.