***ZANE’S POV***
I cannot believe London’s last words. She believed she had drowned. As I stare at her, I find it cruelly difficult to piece the words out of my mouth to call her out of her bluff.
I feel my face hitting up as I let her go and walk towards the mansion anger burning through her face.
“Meet me at home in five minutes. Get some warm clothes on, I don’t want you catching a cold,” I tell her casually as if she just didn’t day something crazy.
I know I should be mad at London, I should even be hard on her, but I just can’t. For real, I couldn’t bring myself to punish her, she had done a lot already.
I walked into the kitchen a while later, I had changed into warm outfits, and I was shocked to see London was still not at home. I want to call her out, tell her to leave the lake’s side, but I know best to confront my little minx of a woman.
London will be the obvious death of me.
I start chopping fruits to make a fruit salad bowl, it has just the basic fruits and some ranch.
It had been two hours already when London finally showed up. She had the strongest pair of eyes staring out front as she walked past the hallway. I was still in the kitchen, thus, she hadn’t even seen me yet. I call out on her.
“London,”
She stands as if a bucket of cold water had just been poured on her. She has her little bag, the one she took to the lake.
“Yes, Zane,” she replies her head down.
“Get your ass in here, we need to talk,” I say, my voice icy.
I feel her trembling already, I know she wouldn’t like what I have for her, thus, the reason why she doesn’t have to provoke me even a bit as I already am.
I am pissed off, to say the least.
“No,” London whispers.
It’s just like I didn’t hear her say it well, thus, I have to make her repeat herself again.
“Do you want to repeat that for daddy, young girl?” I ask my tone getting darker.
This time, when London replies, I swear, I heard her sniffle just a tiny bit.
“I said no, daddy. I am tired and I want to go get some rest,” she says again, then, skipping up the stairs, she disappears.
I don’t chase her off, I just let London think that she is in control of the situation, that is just the best way to counteract any plans she has of running off without my permission. If she thinks she can disobey me and even scream a no out at me, then, she has a whole dream coming to her, one she possibly hasn’t seen coming at all.
*
I spent another hour downstairs, working out my punishment schemes. London will beg me to have mercy on her when I am done because I plan to make the lesson quite clear for her.
No one is getting any rest in this house until I am done with London. That tiny soft ass of hers wouldn’t even breathe a little with all the things I plan on doing to her.
I walk into the playroom and make sure everything is set. What I have is set there, a small pile of rice grains on a heap in a corner sitting there waiting for London.
Doubling the stairs, I reach up in a few seconds and as I open the door to my bedroom, I catch a glimpse of London’s figure on the bed, sleeping. Walking to her, I grip her hair tightly as I pull her out of the bed.
She jolts, fear gripping through her as she claws at my wrist, hoping that I will let her go.
Never.
“Let go of me, Zane, you are hurting me,” she shouts, her energy still full.
Well, I will break her down before the end of her punishment.
“Stay calm or it will hurt even more,” I grit out at her.
She doesn’t listen, London claws at me, and in anger, I throw her over my shoulder, dragging her out of the room and into the living room.
“Oh my God!” she cries out as she starts punching my back.
It doesn’t hurt, so, I ignore her and enter the playroom. Looking at the door behind me. I stand her there, in the center, my eyes locked on her.
“Let me out of here, Zane, I don’t want to play,” she grits out.
“Play? Do you think you will be playing here? I’ll have you think over that because you wouldn’t be allowed to use your safe word, London. You are bound to me at this moment, and this is going to be a punishment, one that is meant to harm you and remind you of who I fucking am,” I shoot out aggressively.
London’s eyes dilate as she processes what I just said.
For the first time, she actually processes what I just said, knowing that shit is about to hit the fan real fucking quick.
“Oh God, Zane, fuck no. You wouldn’t kill me and bury me alone, would you?” she asks tentatively, taking each step as if she thinks that I would go to such lengths to punish her.
“Killing you? Fuck no. You are my little human, London, I don’t intend on eliminating you so easily. But you would wish I had chosen that option though,” I tell her frowning as well.
London’s legs wobble as she starts pacing the floor, the fear is evident in her body, she is bound to be mine, and I know all the crazy things I would do to her.
“Zane…” she murmurs.
“Take off your clothes,” I tell her as I walk to the rack where whips are placed. I take out a paddle.
I hear London sniffle behind me, but when I look over my shoulder, she is obeying my instructions.
She better be doing what I have asked her to because I have no patience at all for her brattiness.