***LONDON’S POV***
I swim for a while, letting the cool sun bath my pale skin. It is beautiful, I actually love it. I don’t know how long is spent in the water but I relax, closing my eyes for a while.
When the sun hit my skin harder, I swam a little farther into the lake, making sure that the water where I am swimming is shallow enough that I wouldn’t drown.
I can swim, but not just a keen one, and shallow waters frighten the hell out of me. That is why when I hit my leg on a rock, I don’t know I am in dangerous quarters in the lake until I go down really bad.
I push my head up for air but I feel choked. I let water enter my nostrils.
“Zane! Zane! Somebody help me,” I shout as loud as I can get, it is hard with how burning my throat is feeling right now.
I know I shouldn’t be crying but I cannot help it. I start panicking. The first stage to stay alive in situations like this is to have a cool leveled head. No, I don’t let that get to me right now.
Swirling my hands everywhere, I know I would die. This is the end of me and Zane wouldn’t know how badly I love him.
“Help me,” I use the last strength in me to scream before I feel a net bag clutch my leg. This must be the reason why I have been struggling to get out of this water and it has been a failure.
When I feel my eyes shut slowly, I hear loud sounds coming from afar, I keep jutting the water, hoping that I can even signal someone, anyone. Then, I see Zane jumping into the water and pulling me out.
“Holy fuck, London,” he shouts as he notices the net bag on my leg.
He takes it out and shrieks slowly. Tears burn my eyes and I can’t even hold it back. I burst out crying body shaking sobs as Zane lays me on the soft green grass around the lake.
“London? What were you thinking going into that water? It is deep and dangerous,” he blurts out and it makes fat ugly tears slip out of my eyes even more.
“Please, I am sorry,” I apologize, hoping this isn’t a justice case, it makes me want to go mad just thinking Zane will punish me for putting myself in danger.
“How are you baby?” I heard him say softly as he brushes my wet hair away from my face.
I point at my bag, hoping he gets the memo. He does because shortly, he grabs the small bag I had put my attire in, and he brings out the bottle of water, pushing it to my mouth, watching how I drink much of the water.
“Thank you. Jeez, I would have drowned if not for you,” I cry out being honest with what I am saying.
Zane just stays there with me snuggled in his arm, he gently strokes my hair, making me feel warm and super comfortable, I love that, especially with how good it makes me feel.
“Come on now, little girl, do you want to tell me what you were doing here at the lake trying to drown yourself?” Zane barks out as he removes my towel, wrapping me up in it.
“Are you blind? I was swimming,” I grit out sarcastically.
“Be careful with the way you talk to me, London. That tone will end you over my knees,” he warns as if he wasn’t just giving me a fair time to adjust my manners.
I shift off from his chest, anger pooling around me.
“I didn’t ask you to save me, Zane. What are you even doing here?” I ask my own turn to shout.
As I scramble to my feet, I am still soaked to the bones but the anger steering through me gives me the heat I need.
“I said you should watch your tone around me,” Zane warns in what I suppose should be his last time voice.
“And I don’t want you interfering with my business. Drowning or not,” I let out.
Turning to leave, I had already walked past Zane when he grabs me by the waist and bend me all the way down, applying the right pressure in my waist to keep me down. When Zane slides my bikini panties aside, I don’t know when he removes his pants but I feel his thick cock brush against my folds before he impales me.
I shout.
Oh yes. I cry out at the invasion.
“Ow, Zane, I feel so full,” I cry out as he pulls out all the way out only to thrust heavily.
Each thrust gets harder than the previous one, I shout at every interval, it gets so good, Zane just knows where to fuck me until I lose my sanity.
“Watch the tone you use with me, London, I warned you twice,” he says his hand going around me until he locks it with one of my nipples. He squeezes hard.
“Please, oh, Daddy, please,” I switch his name real quick, begging for something I don’t know.
It is evident, I just don’t know what that feeling I am chasing is. But it chokes me, making it difficult to fucking breathe.
Zane wouldn’t give in to my pleas, and when he flicks my clit, rubbing it hard, I start feeling myself cumming. When Zane removes his hand from my pussy, I let out a low guttural moan.
“No… no… No. I was close, Daddy,” I cry out.
“You don’t get to cum when you are being a brat, little girl,” he says his voice getting an edge of satisfaction to it.
I slid my hands into my pussy, hoping to feel that gap Zane had left untouched. He angrily swats my ass, leaving the burning as I arch on my tippy toes.
“Owwwieee!” I cry as my ass hurts.
“Don’t touch yourself,” Zane orders and I cry even harder.
“I wished I had drowned,” I say to myself, but surprised when it came out loud.