***LONDON’S POV***
I rush upstairs, adrenaline spiking through my body, fueling me to move faster as I head around the house.
I can’t believe Zane didn’t let me orgasm before he asked me to start running so that he can chase me. The bastard. As I run aimlessly, I notice my breath is too heavy, I have to calm the fuck down because after the two minutes are over, Zane would find me in a blink of an eye.
“Come on, London, you can do this,” I prompt out, hyping myself.
I take out my extra large slippers and carry them with me, I climb through the three stairs in Zane’s ridiculously large mansion. I hate how sweaty I am, not to imagine how tired my kegs feel already.
“Damn it!” I screech out.
From somewhere far behind me, I hear Zane call out in his dark hoarse voice.
“Ready or not, I am coming, Little human,” Zane says laughing fiercely.
‘Fuck nooo! I am not ready yet,’ I say mentally as I rush farther up the stairs.
I spot a joined closet room, and without thinking, I slide into it. The small room is dark and I feel the wall until I flip a switch. It looks like I am in a basement of some sort.
A door is at the far end, I take it and I find myself facing the stairs that lead to the back of the property.
‘The game ends when you leave the house,’ Zane’s voice resonates in my head.
I have one choice, rush down the stairs and escape or find a spot to hide in the house. I hear Zane’s boats and Rogue’s laughter, I dash out without a second thought.
The sun is bright, the trees surrounding the property are large and I head for it, I am bare feet and I had lost the slippers along the way from running so fast. I look over my shoulder and I see the door open.
“Damn it!” I can’t go back to close it before running into the deep backyard of trees.
The earth closes around my legs, sticks break on the weight of my feet but I don’t stop. I take a turn and a hand hooks my neck, causing me to skip backward falling on my ass as I scream.
A hand?
I open my eyes to see Zane looming above my body. He looks smoking hot, as he trolls over my body.
“You had one rule and you broke it, London,” he yells out at me.
I feel the tears betraying me already. I am as good as death already.
“Zane… I didn’t mean to run,” I tell him as I hold my throat, the throbbing pain getting too much already.
Zane walks towards me, grabs me by the hair, and pulls me towards him.
“You lose the game, London. Now, you are going to get punished,” Zane says as he marches me toward a tree and slams me against it.
I hit my chest, and as I try to push my hands forward, I brush it in an aggressive manner.
“Ow! owie!” I shout as I feel blood starting to trick down my hands.
Zane doesn’t care about me being hurt, he seems to have turned into a beast, he tears my clothes from my body, cold air blowing throwing my body.
His lips press against my ears as he speaks to me, that deep throaty voice making me shiver.
“I will fuck you so hard against this tree that you would feel the bark of the tree flogging you for me. The rest of your punishment will be at home,” he says.
Zane doesn’t give me the chance to come up with a reply, he slicks his dick in me, and I shout out in pain.
“Ow! Owieee! Ouch! Zane, please, it hurts,” I scream out as I try to take Zane’s invasive cock without me.
“This is a punishment, it is meant to fucking hurt,” he screams as he fucks me hard, his right hand supporting the tree and the left on my waist.
Zane rides me as I wail in pain. When he flicks his fingers on my clit, he rubs it twice and I feel my orgasm start to rise.
“You will come for me, little girl, now,” he orders.
I moan his name as I scratch the tree, feeling my nails almost give up on their fingers.
“Zane, Oh my God!” I mutter as my humiliation form tears in my eyes.
Zane doesn’t cum, rather, he removes his dick from me and that sloppy sound is audible, he turns around and lifts me to his shoulder as he starts the trek back to the house.
Even though Zane had invaded my pussy, even though he had fucked me like a bloody sinner, the man had made sure my pleasure came before his.
“You will learn to fear me, London,” Zane tells me as he carries me to the house.
He shuts the door we had just entered from, and as he takes the stairs, I notice that he deviates to another section of the house. My heart starts beating frantically.
“Where, where the hell are we going to?” I ask as I start thumping Zane’s back aggressively.
He swats my ass with his massive hand four times until I stop writhing, letting him carry me to the last door of the hallway.
He opens the door and closes it. I manage to look around and the air in my throat seizes. It seems like we just walked into a playroom.
Zane owns a fucking bloody playroom.
“Zane…” I murmur as hot tears stream down my now pink cheeks. They stink with pain.
Zane doesn’t reply to me, he walks to a spanking bench and fastens my hands and legs to the bench.
“Never, London, never swear at me again,” Zane spits out as he walks over to a rack of whips and picks out a cane.
The tears grew only louder now.
“This is abuse, Zane, you can’t use these things on me,” I shout wiggling my hands and feet free. Zane doesn’t let me go of course.
“Abuse? No, little human, this is discipline. Daddy will teach you how to be obedient. You have been naughty,” he says.
I watch how Zane brings back the came towards me, and I watch how he tries the came against his palm. The sound terrifies me.
“I will be a good girl, Daddy, please,” I beg.
“I don’t doubt that course, London, because I am about to teach you. You have thirty strokes of the cane, unlike the last time, you will not be allowed to show signs that you are crying, if not, I will restart the count,” Zane breaks out.
“You are about to spank me with a cane and you don’t expect me to cry? Are you mad?” I shout and widen my eyes as I just realize what I have just said.
Thwack! Thwack!
Two whips, one on each side of my round ass. I shout, cry, and cuss.
“You bloody son of a biscuit eater, that stinks,” I yell.
The strokes double and I cry this time, but I don’t cuss.
“You are learning so fast, London, you keep swearing and you will have blood all over your ass. Believe me, I love it when you fucking bleed,” Zane grinds out behind me.
My eyes let the tears fall out freely, I bite my lower lip stifling the pain.
“Nod if you understand,” he shoots out suddenly.
I nod my head in quick succession as I want this to be over. Well, Zane has a whole new plan for me, and it isn’t going to be funny.
Zane taps the cane on my butt, but he doesn’t strike out. I know he wants me to anticipate the move so that when he hits me, I will be off guard.
“Why are you getting punished, London?” he questions dragging the cane to my highly exposed vagina and I sob, the feeling not totally bad.
When Zane withdraws the cane, I feel my pussy so wet, and I cry about the loss of the beautiful cane already.
“Answer the damn question,” he says tapping me, this time a little painfully.
“Because I have been a bad girl,” I shout.
“Yes, but that is not what I want to hear, you will have to do better,” he informs me striking the cane painfully on my ass.
I shout and he presses his hand across my ass, rubbing it. Pain shoots all around my body.
“Because I let a man I don’t know touch me at the restaurant earlier,” I shout out the words as if they were able to save me.
“Yes, continue,” Zane prompts.
I hesitate to reply when two more strokes blow my ass into instant pain, I feel myself going dizzy around.
“I insulted you, I put up a fight against you and I called you a bastard when you told me not to,” I scream out all the things as fat ridiculous tears wash my face.
Zane returns the head of the cane to my pussy, he rubs it lightly and then, presses my clitoris with it. The same pain that just caused me pain was the reason why I let out a long sexual rumble.
I grit my teeth but the effect had been done already.
“My little human is a fucking slut,” Zane says as he applies pressure to my clit, flicking it continuously.
The mixture of feelings in me caused my throbbing head to want more of this sensation. I was too close to the edge for this to feel so wrong. Zane took the cane off and continued talking.
I wail at the loss.
“Why else are you getting punished today, London?” Zane inquires as if he doesn’t already know why.
I sulk in a cold breath through my teeth and speak.
“Because I disobeyed the roles of the game. I went outside when you said I shouldn’t go,” I tell Zane as I brace myself for the tears that are about to come.
“Now, you are aware of why I am going to punish you, right?” he says angrily.
“Please, Daddy, I wouldn’t do it again,” I mutter out.
Zane’s throaty chuckle makes me very tearful.
“If I don’t punish you, London, you wouldn’t learn to respect my laws,” he says in that tone that made my pussy so drippy.
“I will respect your law, I promise, do not spank me again,” I beg even more.
“London, you disobeyed me, now, you will face the rod. You know the rules. You don’t cry. Swallow every sound because it will only make your strokes harder than it already is,” Zane shoots out faintly.
“Yes, Zane,” I tell him as I cry softly.
Zane starts striking the blows, I close my eyes and I try not to cry.
“Please, Zane, please, owie!” I whisper but those tears don’t make me release any sound at all.
“Twenty-nine more strokes, London. Bleed, I love it when this soft ass of yours bleeds for me,” Zane grinds out.
The rest of the strokes fall on every small part of my ass, the spots where I sit, my thighs. Even my little pussy takes a couple of strokes.
What surprises me is how I don’t cry. I feel weak, my pussy is soaked with how wet I am.
I don’t know how Zane succeeded in making me so aroused but I feel weak.
“Good girl, you took the strokes so well. You can cry if you want,” Zane says as he strikes the round balls of my swollen ass. He taps on it gently, and I squirm.
When Zane untied the straps that bound me to the spanking bench, I am so weak that he carries me to the bed in the playroom and I collapse on it bawling my eyes out.
“I am going to fuck you now,” Zane says as he kisses me all the way down to the bed swiftly.
I want him and I am not going to lie.