***LONDON’S POV***
I rush to the bathroom, tears clouding my view. I allow the spatula on the massive bed and rush to the bathroom to clean myself. I can’t believe I had wet myself just from Zane’s deep voice.
He frightens me. I don’t know how much my punishment is going to be, but I dread it already.
I force myself to use the bathroom, then I bathe, I can’t be smelling urine when I leave the bathroom.
Walking out of the bathroom, I pick out a fresh pajama from the set we bought yesterday, it is a white one with brown cats on it.
As I put my hair in a messy bun, Zane walks into the room. My breath hitches on the spot. I watch how Zane locks the door and takes out the key. Tears start feeling my eyes, it is crazy how Zane’s presence makes me cower.
“Clothes off, baby girl,” he says softly.
“Uhhmm… I thought…” I stutter, rubbing my left foot over the right one.
“Yes, little girl, were you saying something?” he asks his tone getting that urge again.
I shake my head as I obey, taking off my clothes with immediate effect.
Fuck! Zane has this effect on my body.
“Get your drunk as on the bed,” he orders and I rush to the bed, skipping to my side of the large bed.
“Please, Zane,” I beg.
I don’t know what I am begging for, but there is this need to appease this raging beast.
“Do you want to tell me what you are begging for?” Zane asks taking off his clothes and joining me on the bed.
“Don’t hurt me,” I say.
Zane grabs my body and flips me over, I have my face pressed to the feathery pillow, and my ass is thrown into the air.
He smacks it just enough to make it stink, but not to cause real pain. I groan.
“Dda… Daddy,” I beg.
“You naughty girl, I have a lot to teach you, but right now, I just want this ass of yours,” he says.
I inhale sharply and swirl my head backward to glare at Zane. He takes the lube from the bedside table and applies it to his fingers. And then, he dabs some on my puckered hole.
“I don’t like it there,” I say.
Zane gives two blows on each of my ass cheeks.
“Stay still, I didn’t ask for your opinion,” he says as he starts sliding a finger into my puckered hole.
I meow like a cat, stiffening by the aggression.
This is the second time that Zane is using my ass for punishment, but this time is just… Well, different.
“Oh, Zane,” I cry out.
He starts finger fucking me there, stretching me, I want to cry, I want to cuss at him, but I can’t, I feel very weak.
“Relax, little girl, let me in,” he says.
I force myself to relax and he pushes his second finger in. I start whimpering, starting to slump against the pillow.
“No, stay still, angel,” he barks out lifting my waist and letting me maintain my previous position.
“I am going to stretch you finely and later, I will fuck you here as part of your punishment,” he says.
Zane shifts from the bed and walks to a cabinet, he brings an object like an egg with a handle.
“What… Please, what is that?” I ask faintly as I shiver.
Zane’s smirk is brutal as he responds,
“A butt plug, Little girl, and it is going in your butt. You will have a nap with it,” he says.
I know Zane had spoken about stretching me, but for the love of sex, I didn’t know it was like that.
I feel the cold lube being administered to my tiny hole some more and I wait for the pain to come through.
“Don’t, please,” I beg crying.
“Yes. You don’t have a say in this when you lie to me, London, it will feel uncomfortable but it wouldn’t hurt. Better get used to your butt being used by me because I plan on using that hole a lot these days,” he says pushing his thumb into me slightly, teasing me.
I feel how the butt plug starts penetrating me, I shout out in a strangling way.
“Oh no… Daddy, no,” I scream wriggling.
Zane doesn’t pull it out of me, but he stops, massaging my clit. I hiss as excitement fills me.
“Relax, London, you are taking the plug so well already, trust me,” he says, his voice light.
I want to please Zane, I try relaxing as much as I can, and when that is done, I feel Zane continuing with his thrusting. He finishes, the plug on the outside, remaining flat on my ass, it is super comfortable.
Zane turns me around as I hug him, crying into his chest. The tears are running hot down my cheeks, they don’t stop easily.
“How do you feel, baby?” Zane asks his voice soothing.
“Can we take it out?” I ask softly, rubbing my nose on Zane’s hairy chest.
I hear him chuckle as he taps lightly on my ass.
“No, London. The plug stays on. Now, get some rest,” he orders.
I want to say something, but I am carried out by the wave of sleep.
*
I wake up with my head aching me so badly, it must be my hangover, I feel weak, and my ass is so fucking sore.
The other side of my bed is empty, thus, I roll out of the bed and make it to the bathroom real quick. I throw up, and in anger, I take off the butt plug.
I know this is a bad idea, I shouldn’t have done that, but I don’t care. Zane can get mad for all I care. I need more sleep.
I rapidly brush my teeth, and wash my teeth, leaving the butt plug on the bathroom sink.
Fuck Zane.
I return to the bed and return to sleep.