***ZANE’S POV***
I walk into the bedroom and notice something is off at once. London is on the bed but she isn’t how I left her.
I know she has been awake but I brush that aside as I walk into the bathroom to do my business.
I walk towards the sink to wash my hands and I spot the butt plug I had used on London’s butt before I left her to sleep.
I get angry so fast and heat burn through my face. I wash my hands and grabbing a cup of water, I walk out of the bathroom and towards London. I empty the cup to her face.
She gasps, as she scrambles up, fighting to breathe.
I don’t give London a chance to catch her breath. Twirling my fingers through her hair, I pull her out of the bed.
“Zane, what are you doing?” she cries as she tries hard to breathe.
I pull her out of bed, walking towards the bathroom and to the sink where the butt plug is.
“Do you want to explain why the plug is not in your sexy ass?” I ask as I give a firm smack on her ass.
London cries in pain and I add a second slap against her plump ass.
“Do you want to explain?” I fire out.
She is crying too hard now, so, I grip her neck, giving her some time to catch herself.
I had just gone downstairs to have a little chat with Reaper. We had breakfast as well. I haven’t even slept much at all.
I think I will need to punish London before I let her eat. She needs to know that she doesn’t defy me.
“I… I woke up and you weren’t there,” she stutters.
“And you thought it wise to take the butt plug off?” I bark out.
“I felt uncomfortable, the egg was stretching me out and I had just used the bathroom, that was when I took it out,” London says crying softly.
I let her look at her splotchy red face in the mirror, she had started to calm down already.
“You are going to get punished, London,” I tell her.
Oh yes, if she thought I was going to forgive her after she had a nap, then, she is in for a lifetime of lies.
London starts shaking her head as she cries harder.
“No, Zane, not the plug again,” she pleads.
I laugh.
“Of course, not the plug,” I say leading her out of the bathroom.
I sit on the bed, open my legs and place London between them. Arranging her to lean over my legs, I secure her legs between mine, not caring whether she is uncomfortable on not.
“You know why you are getting your ass flogged right?” I ask.
I can hear London’s distant cries, she gathers herself and speaks.
“Because I lied, I also went out without your permission and involved Caleb in it. I made him help me with my copying assignment,” I finish.
“Continue,” I add irritation to my voice.
London shivers.
“I removed the butt plug,” she finishes in a small voice.
I nod my head, pleased by what she just said.
“Good girl. You know I am doing this because I want the best for my little girl, right? I don’t care how we met, you belong to me, and I will never let you get hurt because you are being a brat,” I say, making sure that she listens.
Her butt flexes and I tap it swiftly. She nods.
“Your words, London, use your words,” I mutter out to her.
“Yes, Zane,” she gasps out.
Good.
I open the drawer and remove the wooden spatula she had brought there last night. London’s cries increase when she spots that.
“The spatula made my buttocks tender from the last time you used it,” she says crying just thinking about it.
“Yes baby, you know you have earned this right? I should have used my belt with how vicious you went, going to the club without me having to take you there,” I grit out, grinding my teeth together, feeling my jaws tightening.
I don’t give London the chance to be prepared for the blows I start landing on her ass, she just receives them and shouts, breaking the house with her voice.
***LONDON’S POV***
“Oh my God, I will die today, Daddy, please Daddy,” I scream as I flutter my feet everywhere, crying so hard.
Zane doesn’t stop. I had started counting, but I had lost count from the fifth strike. The blows just got so many. Zane targeted my under ass, I felt myself going hot, and I yelled until I heard a knock on the door.
The knock got intense and Zane dropped the wooden spatula that had been the object of his torture to me.
He laid me on the bed and I was so weak, I feared I was going to collapse, I could actually use some alcohol to get me through this haze. It feels unreal, but the pain… That is the only thing that makes me know I am very much alive and these things are happening to me.
He walks to the door, I hear a man’s voice, I guess it is the guy from downstairs, I don’t mean to listen to their conversation, but their voices are so audible I don’t miss a bit.
“Boss, you need to calm down, it is true she fucked up your rules real bad, but you don’t want her dead, do you?” he asks.
Whoever this Godsent is, I am so grateful for him.
“I asked you to stick around, not babysit me,” I hear Zane bark.
“I am not babysitting you, boss, but you need to go easy with your punishment. Remember, she might not even be used to being a submissive, and here you are, acting all dominant over her,” the stranger says.
Whoever he is, I need to thank him personally. He is a lifesaver.
“Get the fuck out of my room, Reaper. Now, shut those ears of yours, and don’t come interfering with my business,” Zane blurts out.
As he slams the door, only my sobs fill the silence of the room right now.
Zane is a Dominant?
I ask myself as I stare at him with shock as he walks towards me.
“No more, Zane. My ass is super tender, it might burst if you hit me again,” I say crying so badly.
Zane’s eyes meet mine but they don’t match his next move.
“Come here,” he says as he hauls me out of bed.
I screech out a loud sound, but the brute of a man doesn’t stop. He moves me to an area of the room.
“Corner time, London. You have been a naughty girl, you need to learn how to obey me,” he says.
“Open your legs, put your hand on top of your head, and stick that red ass out,” he instructs.
I do as I have heard and Zane chuckles behind me.
“I hate corner time,” I mutter.
I wouldn’t have the spatula against my ass again, but the corner time sucks.
“Get used to it, little human, you seem to be a lot of trouble,” he tells me.
I watch how he walks towards the door, opens it, and closes it, leaving me there. I let out a strangle time as I bawl my eyes out.
How on Jesus earth did I leave from one toxic relationship to an even worse one? I mean, my ex didn’t give two fucks about me, he hated me and treated me like trash.
We didn’t have this kind of relationship together, but with Zane, it is different. BDSM seems to be his daily call and he finds delight in smoothing my fine ass out.
I don’t disobey him this time for fear that he will double my punishment. I know I wouldn’t have people stop Zane from going hard with me, but this is a relief to my red ass.
I just want to go right now, I want Micah to find a way to round the money so that I can be free. The thought of leaving Zane causes a twitch of pain to hit me, but I know that is what is best for me.
*
I don’t know long I spend on corner time, but it seems a long while. My legs are wobbling like noodles, I haven’t shaken from this position and I really need to use the bathroom.
When the door opens, Zane enters and a fresh wave of tears flashes through me. I start sobbing.
“Corner time is over,” Zane announces.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I shout out as I rush to the bathroom.
I use the bathroom, clean up myself and walk into the bedroom. Zane is there staring at me.
“Come here,” he says pointing at a spot in front of him.
I hurry there, but trip, I fall but Zane’s large hand holds me up.
“Easy, little girl,” he says as he moves me to stand before him.
“The slate is clean now. We don’t talk about your mistakes again, okay? Now, I don’t want you getting bratty anymore,” he lets out.
I move my head toward Zane’s face and he has this glint of pain.
Does he feel pain hurting me? I don’t know, I can’t even explain it.
“I guess you must be hungry now, come, I have to feed you,” he tells me gently pulling my hand towards the door.
“I will rather sleep, Zane. I am exhausted,” I tell him.
“No, you eat first. Then, we will find out what you will do next,” he mutters out.
I don’t argue with him, so I let him guide me out.
*
As we move to the living room, I spot the same man from earlier. I freeze. Zane seems to notice it because he looks in my direction, and stops.
“Oh, London, I don’t know if you recognize him, but this is Reaper. He is my right-hand man. He found you that night at your hostel,” he says as if this is something normal to him.
“You mean, he kidnapped me,” I shoot out rolling my eyes.
Zane squeezes my hands, and whispers, “Behave,” gently against my ears.
I shudder but don’t say anything.
“Hi, Reaper,” I say to the hulk of a man.
He has a beer in front of him. I wonder if it isn’t too early to be drinking that. I glance around the house for a clock and inhale when I see the time is two p. m.
“Come to the kitchen, London, I will brew another batch of coffee for you,” he says.
I follow him, there is a covered tray on the table, I flip it open and see waffles, sausages, and eggs. There is even bacon there.
“It’s not much, but I am worse when it has to do with cooking. I still used YouTube to navigate my way around. And uhm, Reaper helped as well,” he says nonchalantly.
I chuckle but don’t say anything. I start feasting on the meal, and I am actually hungry. So hungry that I finish everything on my plate.
Zane chuckles as he places a glass of juice in front of me. I sip everything.
“Hungry that much, huh?” he teases softly.
I laugh, it reaches my eyes. I feel so much happy when I am with Zane, I don’t know why but he just has this cloud of protection I feel safe towards.
“Yes, Daddy. I was so hungry when I was doing corner time that my legs were wobbling,” I muttered looking at the empty plates.
He takes the plate away from me but only leaves after placing a kiss on my forehead.
“Punishing you is for a purpose, you know that right?” he asks.
“Yes, Daddy,” I say softly.
He cleans the plate, and opens the upper cabinet, removing a packet of cookies.
“You get some cookies for being a good girl, honey,” he says sweetly.
“Yay!” I giggle happily.