***ZANE’S POV***
I look at London’s petite body as I take off my clothes, she is sobbing, and I am going to fuck her. She pulls her knees upward, exposing her little pink pussy to me.
“Who owns that pussy?” I ask her as I sit in her heat, she is so welcoming.
“You, Daddy,” she murmurs.
“Beg. I want you to beg me to fuck this sweet little pink pussy of yours,” I say stroking the cap of my dick through the length of London’s slit.
She opens her mouth to a chest rumbling moan.
“Oh, Zane, please… I want you,” she mutters whimpering softly.
I know that she wants me, and that is why I don’t hesitate to penetrate her. She moans, and I look at her.
“I am going to be hard with you,” I say rubbing one of her nipples.
“Fuck me like your whore,” London spits out, lifting her hips and brushing even more on my cock.
“You are a greedy thing, aren’t you?” I say teasingly.
She doesn’t have the time to reply because I start thrusting into London’s honeypot. Unlike a while ago when I had taken her against the tree trunk in the woods that surrounds my house, I had been harsh with London, I was angry.
What I had with her was sex meant for utter pleasure, I want her to enjoy this as much as I want it as well.
“You slutty little thing, you like my cock don’t you?” I say fucking her, letting my balls slap against her ass.
London was moaning heavily now, the room was filled with her voice, it seems like a litany I will love to hear all the fucking time.
“Oh, I am so close, Daddy,” she lets out meeting my long thrusts with her short ones.
I rub my hands across her belly, as I stare at her.
“I want my baby in your womb, London, I want to breed you,” I spit out my tone so damn serious.
London’s eyes widen with shock, I slide my hand between us, using my thumb to rub her clit with it. I feel her orgasm take over her body.
“Fuck! Let me go, Zane, please, I want to pee,” London says and I chuckle against her lips.
“Pee, London. Don’t stop yourself,” she seems to find it gross, but this is the peak of her pleasure, she doesn’t just know what is happening to her body.
“But, Daddy Zane…” she tries putting out a resistance.
I add my strokes as I lift her hands above her head, fucking her like the little slut that she is.
“You are about to squirt. Now, do it,” let your body rule your emotions,” I spit out, my voice adding to her pleasure.
I watch how London rolls her eyes backward, murmuring my name as a large gust of liquid sprays out of her legs, flowing onto the sheets.
I keep thrusting in and out as I take her through her release. Three strokes more, I feel London’s pussy tighten around my cock and it forces my own release.
I groan against London’s mouth as I cum in her.
“Mine. You are mine body and soul, London,” I whisper as I pepper kisses all over her face.
We remained flushed and close to each other, this is the most I have had in a sex drill.
“You were gorgeous, you took me so well,” I tell London.
She smiles.
“Does it mean I am forgiven?” she asks waking up on her elbows.
“After your punishment, you are forgiven, London. Now, don’t push me to such length again, you might not survive the ordeal I have for you next time,” I warn her.
“With my burning ass, I don’t think I want to annoy you anytime soon,” London grits out.
I sigh in relief, at least, the lesson was well learned.
Silence fills the room as I massage London’s breast, she speaks when I hadn’t expected her to.
“I’ve never squirted before,” she says her voice shy.
I look at her, she is so young, literally twice my age, and this urge to protect her arises in me even more.
I caress her cheeks gently, making her cuddle close to me. I don’t fucking cuddle any woman, but with London, it comes naturally, it is an instinct to want to do this kind of thing with her.
“You’ve never had the dick in your that would make you squirt,” I tell her proud of myself.
She blushed. Her face right up to her ears turned bright red.
“Zzz… Zzzane,” she draws out my name seductively and I chuckle at her spitefulness.
“You are sweet when you try to scold me, baby,” I say sweetly.
“I know… Believe me, I know,” London announces, her voice very far.
It doesn’t take long for London to fall asleep. She is exhausted no doubt from all that running around and the punishments.
I walk to a closet in the far corner of the room and pull out a soothing balm and walk back to the bed. My dick is still fucking hard just staring at London as she sleeps.
This red room was set in a few years back and I haven’t really had a use for it, but I do bring one or two girls when I feel like getting naughty with them and let the beast in me come out to play.
Now, I think this will be London’s punishment room. I will also reward her here when the time has come to do so. It is unfortunate that we started at a rough end with this room, but she will soon learn to obey me just like little girls do.
Climbing on the bed, I start applying the soothing cold gel on London’s buttocks, when she stirs in her sleep, her breath catching, I stroke her back, helping her relax.
“It’s just me, little girl, now, go back to sleep,” I order.
London gently signs as she lays her head on the soft pillow, sleeping once more.
*
London sleeps out the rest of the day, and Caleb makes it to my house in the evening to take over his role of protecting London while I head out with Reaper for the goods that are expected to come soon.
We had taken the shopping bags upstairs, and the groceries were piled out in the kitchen and filled out. I had made sure that snacks were taken, in case London wanted something to munch later when I wasn’t around.
I was having a beer in the kitchen with Caleb, silently discussing about the product while making dinner when London tapped downstairs in nothing but my hoodie and one of the skinny shorts from the shopping trip this morning.
I watch Caleb stare at her, but when he notices that he will be dead if he dare opens his mouth, he wisely closed it around his beer bottle and chug down the liquid.
“Daddy,” London calls out as she pats her way to me wrapping her skinny warm arms around my waist.
“Yes, little human. How was your nap?” I ask her while arranging the potatoes on the tray, around the turkey. It is ready to go into the oven.
“Well, my buttocks still hurt from the spanking you gave me,” she says rubbing her face against my broad back.
I hear a full man snicker behind me and I feel London tenses.
She hadn’t known we had company and that is reasonable, but I swear, I am fucking going to kill Caleb if he dare utter a word to tease London with it while I am gone.
“Ouiips! I am going to the living room to hang out. Uhm… Hi, London, glad to see you again,” he says, his voice showing nothing but embarrassment.
Without waiting for London to reply, he dashes out of the kitchen, tumbling a chair on his way out.
“Sorry, I am so sorry about that,” he says picking it up and setting it out of the way, in case someone hurt themselves on it.
“Asshole,” I mutter when he closes the kitchen door.
London laughs heartily. The sound of it tucks at my chest as I turn around to face her fully. Her head fits on my chest perfectly, just like it is supposed to be.
“You don’t have to threaten to kill a man before he takes off running like his tail is on fire,” London says amidst a gust of laughter.
I tickle her, causing her to only giggle out heartily, her head falling backward as free happy tears graze her cheeks. I stop tickling her but her smile is beautiful, I have to slap myself not to come right now.
“When you let those gorgeous legs of yours outside, you can’t tell me you don’t want to flirt, huh?” I ask my brows pulling up together.
London gasps in shock as her eyes focus on mine.
“I will never think of seducing any other man than you,” she says.
The moment the realization of what London had just said strokes her, she pulls her hands towards her mouth.
“Sorry, I am sorry about that. I shouldn’t have said that, I mean, it’s not like we are…” she stutters as she avoids my gaze.
I don’t let her wander too far as I grab her waist, pulling her to me.
“Don’t cheapen what we have together,” I say my eyes darkening.
London shakes her head as she says, “I am just a fuck slut to you, Zane. Nothing more,”
I feel anger flashing through my vision, but I don’t let it pass the haze of my reasoning, I have to be sane while talking things out with her.
“London…” I start but she interferes.
“No, Zane. Don’t. This will be done when Micah can pay his debts back to you,” she says and I see how hurt she is trying to make herself believe the lies she just spewed out of her mouth.
London snuggles out of my embrace and she rushes towards the fridge. She grabs two bottles of beer and walks out of the kitchen to join Caleb on the sitting room couch.
Oh yes, Caleb is sure to lose his life if he as much as look at London twice or in an inappropriate manner. London is mine and he knows my fucking rule already.
I don’t share my woman.
I heave out a gentle sigh as I turn to my task at hand, cooking.
An hour later, I dress the table for dinner and walk over to the living room. I had heard London and Caleb chatter for a while before silence had fallen everywhere. They had had two more beers each and I wanted to go bunkers, but I believed this was just harmless chitchat.
I will have to kill Caleb if he dares cross my path, it doesn’t matter that he is a loyal member of my staff, devoted as well, but he needs to know that London is off limits.
I walk over to London who has a couch blanket over her legs, I smile at how thoughtful she had been. I sweep her off her feet kissing her in front of Caleb, showing my dominance over him.
“Mine,” I murmur against her lips.
“Yours, Daddy,” London whispers.
I peel my lips from hers my eyes burning into her face.
“Say that again, honey bunny,” I urge her to say.
I see the embarrassment sweep through London’s face, her body a little flustered with chagrin, but my glare on her face only makes her know that I mean it.
She let out a soft breath from her lips.
“I am yours, Da… Dddadddy Zane. All yours,” she says wrapping her arms around my neck.
I kiss her gently on her lips, taking out the kiss longer than usual. Caleb can burn to hell while watching me kiss London.
I don’t know why I feel jealous, but I still have this bright urge to show off London. I must have a strong kink of exhibitionism in me. Thinking about it makes me smile greedily.
“That is about right. Now, let us go so that I can feed you,” I say walking towards the dining room.