***ZANE’S POV***
I drag London to my bedroom and to my surprise, she doesn’t fight me, she seems resolute about her fate, and I am sure going to show her how not to mess around with me.
Closing my bedroom door, I look at her sternly as I cross to the armchair, with her trailing behind me.
“Take my belt off and let me fuck your mouth,” I tell her, my voice sounding like a threat.
“Zane, I can’t do that, please, my throat is sore,” she begs.
“You rather have my belt on your ass then, huh?” I ask fiercely.
I see the wheels turning through London’s mind and when she decides to give in. She let out a small cry as she goes down on her knees between my legs and undo my belt.
My large cock erupts and she looks at it with lust. When London’s small fingers touch my large man meat, I hiss drawing my head backward.
She starts rubbing her hand through the length of my cock, and slowly, she lowers her head to give my dick a kiss. Pre-cum is on the dick’s head, and London’s mouth around it makes me groan.
“You have these thick veins running through your cock, Daddy,” London murmurs as she covers my entire cock with her mouth.
That hollow mouth of hers, I moan as I use every ounce of willpower not to thrust into London’s mouth.
“That is it, London, continue, suck daddy’s cock, ” I manage to say.
London’s saliva drips down her mouth, she looks so sinful I wonder if this punishment is actually going to work.
I need to keep London safe and that can’t happen if she keeps being a nosy bitch. I groan louder as she takes me farther down her throat. When her gagging reflexes kick in, I rub my hand through her head, sucking in a large breath to calm down.
“Slowly, little girl, don’t fight with my cock, you are already taking me well,” I say brushing my hand through her hair.
London seems to relax, and without a second thought, she forces her way through my cock, dragging me closer to my climax. I feel my balls tightening, but I refuse to cum.
“Take your shirt off, baby girl,” I order.
“Yes, Daddy,” she mutters obeying to the dot what I tell her.
I don’t know if London actually wanted to see what length I go to punish her or not, but she will soon see my daddy-dom side if she keeps fighting against the rules I set down for her.
I watch how her breasts are exposed to me, no fucking bra.
I pinch her nipples, smiling at myself when they harden into tight balls.
“You are so responsive to me, little girl, I love that,” I say as she goes back to fucking my cock with her lips.
When I cum in London’s mouth, I am surprised that she doesn’t swallow any of it, rather, she pushes herself upward and slams her mouth to mine, just like I had thought her the first time when she had given me her first blow job.
I taste my sperm on her lips, I suck her hungrily, wanting more of what she has to offer, of what she freaking has to give.
I lick London’s mouth, cleaning every single drop of my cum there. I pull out wet towels from the bedside table and hand them to London.
“You want to clean Daddy up real quick?” I ask her raising my brows at her.
She nods, bobbling her head as she obeys me.
After we are both cleaned up, I stand, arrange my still hard cock inside my pants, and ignore the urge I have to fuck London right now, she is so much of a tease.
“Was that the punishment? I bet I can work harder on earning myself between your thighs,” the little minx says cheekily.
I look at her, hard enough to determine if London is pulling on my strings to get my attention or what. The latter might be the case, so I have to change punishment tactics with her.
She is now fully clothed, thus, I grab her by the arm and pull her towards the desk and sit her down.
“Oh no, little girl, you have proven to be a lot of trouble these days, you have to face your punishment now.
I pull open one of the cabinets and pull out fifty plain sheets of paper. I look for a pen and walk back to the desk, slamming it in front of London’s face.
“Here is your punishment, little girl,” I tell her and she looks at the draft of papers in front of her and chuckles.
“They are just plain sheets of paper, Daddy,” she says all smiles and cute looking.
Well, that smile I love so much is about to drop off real fucking quickly.
I pick up the pen and scribble down a sentence on a piece of paper at the top.
I WILL NEVER EAVESDROP ON DADDY AGAIN.
“I will never eavesdrop on Daddy again,” she reads out in shock.
“What is it supposed to mean?” she asks still not getting it.
“Well, London Ellie Jameson, you have just scored yourself a copying punishment. You are to write on these pieces of paper what I just wrote down there. The papers have lines so I expect a clean job from you,” I spit out.
I watch how the pretty smile disappears from London’s face as the realization hits her hard.
“These are a lot of pages,” she chokes out, tears welling her eyes.
“Fifty, honey bunny. They are fifty pages. Don’t leave the table until you have finished writing. I will leave the door unlocked, but if you dare go outside when the work you have been given hasn’t been finished, you will have a more refined punishment when I get back,” I tell her warningly.
This is a bait, I don’t know if London is going to obey me or fine herself in another trouble, but she seems to be a lot of such headaches these days.
“Zane, that is a lot, I will get tired real quick,” she mutters, protesting against her work.
I ignore her banter, leaning forward, I kiss her soft lips, they quiver when they meet mine. London is so dramatic, she will learn to fear me of course. Pulling away from me, I catch a tear that escapes her eyes just in time before it rolls down to the paper before her.
“I am sorry, Daddy, but can we negotiate on the number of pages I can work on?” she asks, her voice filled with plea.
“No, now be a good girl and start working,” I tell her.
It is about time I left for the Aloha District, so I look at London again, not even sorry I am giving her this much work to do. If she is busy, she will stay away from trouble.
“You sleep the moment you are done with your punishment, London, if I find out that you haven’t obeyed me again, I might just tie you to a rope in my room and flog you till you pass out,” I say teasing her.
London gasps terrified.
“You wouldn’t do that,” she squirms as if the mere thought of it stinks.
I lean close to her face, our lips barely brushing one another.
“I don’t fucking bluff, London. Now, be a good girl and get to work,” I say kissing her lightly against her lips.
*
I walk out of my bedroom and hurry downstairs to Caleb, he feels relaxed on the kitchen table.
“Check on London frequently. She shouldn’t leave the house. I have left her busy for a while, then, she should sleep. Shout anyone who walks into my property suspiciously. We will file in for trespassing,” I tell Caleb sternly.
He nods his head in response.
“Yes, boss. I’ve got this boss. Reaper is outside waiting for you,” he says changing the subject.
It is now shy minutes from eight p. m. And I really need to go if I have to make it to Aloha District on time.
***
***LONDON’S POV***
I can’t believe Zane made me rewrite the first sentence over and over but I think I fucking hate him.
Sucking his dick was better and it sucks that he didn’t even consider that punishment enough. In fact, that was a teaser for the horrifying thing he wanted to do to me.
It is now eleven p. m. And I have written fifteen pages, front, and back of those fifty pages. I am exhausted and tasty. Remembering that Caleb is downstairs, I pick up the spare pen on my desk and carry the rest of the papers, carrying into the living room.
I don’t find Caleb there, I walk into the kitchen and he is sitting there, his eyes on the security camera system in his phone.
It has the entire plan of the house and he seems to be watching it keenly.
“You shouldn’t be here now, Miss Jameson,” he says.
“Please call me London. Cut off the formalities,” I tell him and he shrugs.
“It doesn’t change the fact that you are supposed to be upstairs doing whatever the boss said he had asked you to do,” he says.
His tone has a bit of sharpness, but he is ever so gentle when he speaks.
“I would love your help on it though, if you do not mind,” I say as I walk and take the sit on the other side of the table.
Caleb is skeptical at first, but he accepts to help me out.
“Boss will kill me if he finds out I helped you,” he says trying to be the voice of reasoning.
“I know he would, but I better do the work than let it be unfinished. My punishment will be worse then,” I let out faintly.
“Fine, let’s get to it then so that you can go to bed.
We work on the papers, I feel super tired, and it was around two a. m. When we finally finished writing.
“My fingers are so sore,” I say as I gather the papers together.
“Mine as well,” Caleb says.
“Thank you so much, Caleb, I don’t know how much I can thank you,” I tell him.
Rushing upstairs, I place the fifty papers on the table, Caleb’s works are placed in between, in case Zane wants to question about my writing along the way, I already know what to tell him, I got tired along the way and my writing changed.
Yes, that could be believable, but I wonder if Zane will gulp that lie. I know I am putting myself in trouble, a lot of it, but I have to try at all costs though.
I lay in bed but I don’t feel sleepy at all, so I rush out of bed, walking to the kitchen. Caleb has a bottle of water before him.
“You should be asleep by now. What is the matter again?” Caleb asks his tone having that sharp edge on the tip.
“I can’t sleep. In fact, I just remembered something, it is a request, and I would want you to grant it for me. Zane said I could ask you for anything,” I say lying against Zane’s name.
Zane had given me two instructions, to write and to sleep. Well, a little white lie wouldn’t cause any harm if we are prudent.
“What is it?” he questions smelling trouble.
“I know Zane has a couple of clubs around, but do you mind taking me to the one at Lake Side City?” I ask holding my breath as I wait for the ball to drop.
It does and Caleb’s eyes widen in shock.
“No. Zane would kill me on the spot, at least, considering the fact that I have a wife and kid waiting for me to come home,” he says being my voice of reasoning.
I know this wouldn’t end well, but I have to try.
“Please, Caleb, Zane wouldn’t even notice we were there. I promise, one hour and we are back,” I beg.
“Please, please, Caleb, I am so bored right now,” I plead.
“Alright, but only because Zane said I should obey whatever you ask,” he says.
I jump around happily. I know I will pay the price for being reckless tonight, but that is only if we get fucking caught.
We wouldn’t, would we?