***ZANE’S POV***
I have to control myself before I crash the car on a nearby tree. I can’t believe that London will pull at every goddamn string in my body and I wouldn’t punish her until now.
I pull into the parking lot at The Clay’s House and stop the car’s engine.
I need to think and breathe in as well. If I have this situation under control, I wouldn’t hurt London. For now, u have to let her stew on her words, the ones she has to give me as answers to what just happened back there.
“Get the fuck out of the car,” I tell her as I remove my seatbelt and go for the door.
I make it around before London can reach her car handle, I pull her by the hair and out of the car.
“I said you should get the fuck out of the car,” I bark.
London whimpers in pain as she grabs my hand and scratches it. I don’t let go of her.
I pull her towards the shop before releasing her. She cries out but stables her footsteps. Inside the mall, I move her to the clothes area.
“Pick out as many clothes as you want, you will try them out at home. Make sure you take everything you will be needing. If you forget anything, when we come back to town, you will pick them out,” I tell her.
London’s cheeks are pink, she doesn’t know where to start, but at least, she seems a little glad that I didn’t come to her hitting her.
Fuck that. I will never lay my hands on her to purposely hurt her, rather, I would kill any man who thinks that they can lay hands on my London.
When did London actually become mine?
“Zane…” London whispers out.
“You have thirty minutes,” I blurt out.
I see the questions racing through London’s mind, I know she wants to ask what her punishment is going to be, well, as long as she is still alive by the time I am done with her will be a miracle on its own. She will learn to fear me.
London spends time picking out clothes she thinks she likes, I help her out, picking out dresses that would look beautiful on her.
I grab a jacket and walk over to her.
“What is your jacket size?” I ask my voice a low gruff.
“You don’t have to get me a jacket,” London says softly.
“Well, you need it, now, tell me before I choose for myself and have to come back here to change it for you,” I let out impatiently.
What I have chosen was a pink fur jacket, it would look perfect on London’s petite body, I just know it.
“Small,” she mumbles.
“Fuck it, that wasn’t hard, huh?” I sigh out.
“Zane see, I’ll pay you back when I get a job and…” I don’t let her finish her mumblings.
“Think about giving me an answer rather than how to pay me back,” I turn around and walk away.
I hear London’s soft gasp, that is it, she better be shocked.
*
Caleb calls me during our shopping to let me know he was outside. We finished our shopping and left him to tally them in his truck and bring it to the house.
I had given him strict instructions to take a while off before heading home. I led London to the car and drove to the house and the moment I park the car, I turn to London.
“You are good at playing games, huh? We are going to play a little game right now. I say walking around the car to her side.
I pull her out fiercely as she looks at me, her eyes filled with questions.
“What… What is it?” London asks her voice filled with fear.
“Did you think about an answer to give me yet?” I blurt out angrily.
We were at home now, and inside the large living room of the mansion, I watch how shivers run down London’s body.
“Zane, listen, I… Uhn…” she stutters, not able to make current words.
“Exactly what I thought. You let a man touch you because I left for a few minutes, how cheap of a slut can you be?” I shoot out.
I see the pain in London’s eyes, but I don’t let it get to me. It disappears just as it had appeared.
“Fuck you, Zane, what the hell do you take me for? Remember you fucking kidnapped me and not the other way round? I was fucking fine where I was,” she was now shouting.
The anger in me was boiling, damn it, I will hurt London before I get a full grasp of my soul to put it under control.
“Laying on your floor half-death is your version of being fucking fine?” I ask trying really hard to restrain myself.
London relents, but her eyes spring forth with tears, she is not letting this slide, and so am I.
“I am going to punish you,” I tell her coolly.
The shock on London’s face almost made me laugh, almost, but I keep my face plain. If she thinks she can insult me and cuss as she wants then she fucking has a whole lot to learn about dealing with me.
“Punish me? You hit a man because he was being nice to me, that makes you a beast,” she shouts.
I cover the distance between London and me, slamming her back aggressively on the door that was closed.
“You let a fucking man touch you. In case you need a reminder, you are mine and I don’t bloody share,” I snarl.
My mouth is on London’s ear, I feel her entire body quivering. Let her fear me.
“Fuck you, Zane. Fuck you to the abyss and back you son of a cheap street devil,” she screams out.
I tighten my hand on London’s neck, I squeeze and I stare at her. She struggles to breathe, I watch her claw at the hand holding her neck as her stubborn eyes plead for me to let her go.
I let go of her neck and she chokes, gasping for fresh air. Her eyes stink with tears.
“By the time I am done with you, London, you will never ever dare let another man touch you again,” I mutter angrily.
“You are jealous,” she stifles out trying hard to breathe.
“I am jealous, possessive, and overprotective of what is mine. And I am about showing you that you are all mine, London,” I emphasize the mine part.
I don’t give London a second to talk because I take a step backward and look at her.
“You are going to be punished for being a bratty brat at the eatery today,” I tell her simply.
I see London starting to throw a tantrum but I don’t have time for that now.
“You have two minutes to run and look for a space to hide in the house. If you leave the house, the game ends automatically and you get punished on the spot. London, I swear, you don’t want to step a foot out of the house. You wouldn’t like what I will do to you,” I say, baiting her to take the leap and disobey me.
“How do I win?” London’s weak voice resonates with the small space.
I laugh, the sound deep and rich.
“If you think you will win, then I beg you to think again,” I tell her kissing her deeply.
London grabs the front of my shirt but I cut her off so easily.
“What will be my punishment if I am caught?” London questions, her eyes staring into mine.
She looks so youthful, so fragile.
I already know what I will do to her, but telling her will only make the chase less diplomatic than it can be.
“You find out when I catch you, London. You wouldn’t dare provoke me after today,” I tell her brushing loose strands of hair from her forehead.
“But…” she stammers.
“No buts, London, you disobeyed me, acted irrationally, and called me a bastard after you got spanked earlier for doing so,” I tell her strictly.
She starts shaking her head, her eyes going instantly soft with tears flowing down her cheeks.
“Zane, I was just having a harmless chat with a man from the eatery,” she breathes out, more tears staining her rosy cheeks.
“Keep the damn explanation for when you are been punished,” I shoot out.
London hiccups and I cackle, with no real sense of emotion involved in it.
“You will learn to know your place, little girl, you wouldn’t let a man even glance at you improperly after I am done with you,” I utter, my voice very dark.
London opens her mouth, but a raspy cry leaves her throat, she quickly places her hand across her mouth as she stifles the sound.
I kiss her deeply, but this doesn’t show any sign of affection, it is a punishment. When London doesn’t react to the kiss, I slide my hand to her neck and squeeze it. She parts her lips, giving me passage to explore her mouth.
“You taste good, little human,” I tell her as I fuck her mouth with my tongue.
“You taste like sin. Like something I can’t have, but is already mine,” I tell her dragging out the kiss.
This time, London lifts her slender arm to my neck and reciprocates the kiss. I feel my body heating up real quick. This woman makes me go so insane.
Then, she moans. London fucking moans.
“You are so hot when you let me have my way with you,” I mutter as I reign little pepper kisses all around her face, dragging it to her neck.
“Zane, Oh! Zane,” London begs as she heaves her hips up, begging for any kind of friction she can get from me.
I grab her and lift her up so that she wraps her legs around my waist. They fit so fucking perfectly like they were made for me.
“Is this what that stranger would have done to you if I didn’t come?” I ask slipping the free hand that wasn’t on her neck into her sweatpants and then her panties.
Wet. London is dripping wet and I can’t help but smile at the fact that our dirty play turned her out so badly.
“No,” London replies and I stare at her.
“No what?” I shoot out slipping the tip of my index finger into her slit.
“The stranger wouldn’t have touched me. Oh! Zane, this feels so nice,” she says dragging her body down to get more of my finger.
I slip it all into her wet cunt and add a second finger, fucking her with it. London throws her head backward, begging and crying softly.
“You are a greedy sexy slut, aren’t you?” I grind out at her.
“Only for you, Zane,” she moans as I add pressure.
I scissor my fingers inside her and locate London’s G-spot. I add wild pressure to it, drawing London to a quick orgasm.
“Zane, please, oh, I am going to cum. Make me cum, please,” she begs as she closes her eyes opening those sexy lips of hers to moan.
I continue rubbing her G-spot until the last minute when I see her falling over the edge. I pull my fingers away.
“Fuck, Zane, I was so close,” she says as she searches for my fingers, I take them out of her wet slit and gently place London down.
She looks so confused, her eyes beg for me to let her cum. Well, she is up for something else.
“Daddy, please,” she begs.
“You don’t get to cum after what you did today. You are getting punished, not fucked. Now, don’t forget the rules,” I tell her.
London’s senses are coming back, she realizes that I wouldn’t fuck her and she is about to say something awful, I cut her short by grabbing her neck, and placing my face close to hers for the effect.
“Run, little girl, run,” I urge her to take the first step.
London’s little voice scurries into the house as she makes her way upstairs, It will be easy tracking her down but before that, I place the two fingers that were inside London’s tight pussy -they are dripping her juices- inside my mouth.
Heaven. As usual, London tastes like heaven. Anytime I refuse her an orgasm, I will make sure to suck my fingers because she is too much of a tease to not crave more.