***ZANE’S POV***
I am exhausted when it comes to London. The woman makes a lot of thoughts go through my mind.
As she stands in front of me, I watch her soft eyes watching me. At first, she has this fear in her eyes and when she speaks I have the urge to take a step back.
“Will you strike me, Zane?” she asks her tongue tipping out and touching her lips with it.
“I will never hit you, London. Never. But it wouldn’t stop the fact that you wouldn’t get punished,” I state, making sure that she hears. London nods her head.
I was frightened when I heard her shouting her lungs out that there was a snake in the shrubs, I don’t ever want to lose her, but if she thinks she will slide punishment, then, she has a whole lot waiting for her.
“I asked you to open the door when you hid yourself and you refused. I counted to ten and you didn’t budge. Rather, you helped your boyfriend escape,” I call out.
“Michael is not my boyfriend, Zane,” she states.
“What is he to you then? I watched him feed you. Is that why you mouthed Sinner and walked out on him?” I ask holding my breath while waiting for her response.
“I didn’t run away from Sinner, and Mike isn’t my boyfriend. He fed me, yes, it was sweet. Are you jealous because you saw a man being a gentleman to me?” London fires out her eyes blurring with tears.
This conversation wasn’t supposed to turn out to be like this. I needed to have the upper hand in the conversation and leave emotions apart. That would happen when I take a step backward and hold my emotions in check.
“London,” I call out gently, righting not to pull at the strands of my hair.
It is hard, but I don’t give in.
“Yes, Zane,” she replies but keeps her eyes on the ground.
“Look at me little girl,” I tell her.
She obeys. I ignore her tears as they stream down her eyes.
“Am I not gentleman enough to you?” I demand hoping to know the reply.
I see all kinds of emotions pass behind those weary eyes of London, from fear to confidence and to being worried about how I will react. Her voice breaks when she speaks.
“You spank me all the time, we haven’t been to a real date, or even gone out for a meal. You treat me like I am your… Slave,” she finishes.
That is what she is supposed to be, but hearing it from her mouth, I feel my chest tightening inside, I want to hold her, I pretty much want to tell London that she means a lot more than a slave to me.
“You are meant to be a plaything to me, nothing more. No emotions attached to it,” I fire out.
Call me an asshole and I would gladly accept it. That is what I am right now, but I close my heart fighting hard at that tug of war my brain is having with my emotions.
London slaps me across the face and I take a step backward.
“You don’t have any right to call me your plaything, Zane. I swear, I will try my best to find work, I will make sure to give back any penny my brother owes you. And then, you will never see me again,” she shouts in my face.
“Don’t get in my face when you are angry, London,” I warn her.
If the woman had any common sense in her head, she would hid to the advice I just gave her, but it seems like my little angel has got a mind of her own, she doesn’t listen.
That is why London is standing on her tiptoes, hoping to borrow some height to reach me. She is still short and she has to look up to stare at my face.
“Don’t you ever, I mean, ever, think you can threaten me, Zane. I wouldn’t only slap you next time, I promise to cut that dick between your legs,” she blurts out looking at my dick.
Okay, that’s it, she has intimidated me a lot for today. I grab London by the waist and lift her in the air, I slam her against the bed, making sure she hits the mattress. It is soft, so it would do minimal damage to her body.
I pull her to the edge of the bed and she cries out.
“Leave me alone, Zane. Get off my body you big bad beast,” she shouts in anger.
I pull her dress upward and tear her panties. Her juicy bottom is exposed and I smile with how luscious it is.
“I am going to fuck this bottom hole of yours now, London,” I bark out.
“No. Not my puckered hole, don’t go anywhere close to my hole,” she cries out.
I ignore London. I unbuckle her belt and my dick flies out.
“I’ll fuck you, London, and until I see my cum running down your legs, I wouldn’t let you go,” I say.
London whimpers as I invade her pussy. I hadn’t even given her a chance to wait for it, I slam hard into her pussy.
To my surprise, London was already wet. I smiled to myself knowing my cum princess was ready for me.
“That is it, honey, ride my cock,” I say.
I wanted her to be wet very well, it was our juices I was going to use in her hole. As I pressed my thumb against the hole, I rubbed it gently, letting her know that this little boy was getting invaded.
“Ow! Zane, you are hitting my G-spot,” London cries out as she pushes her ass backward.
“Aren’t you a good little slut, taking daddy’s cock like a good girl,” I mouth as I fuck her brutally.
London’s small body was perfect for me, it clicked like nothing else on earth had ever done. I just love how smooth she can make me feel, whatever pent-up anger we had for one another was brushed aside as our passion took over the course of our loving making.
“You like this don’t you?” I ask increasing the pace of my dick.
London didn’t reply, so I stopped. She released a strangled sound as if she were a cat.
“Please… Zane, I was enjoying myself,” she cries.
“Tell me what you want, little girl, tell Daddy what you want. Remember, I can only give you something when I know the thing you are asking for,” I say.
I feel the friction coursing through London’s body. She was built to ruin me if I am being brutally honest.
“You, Daddy. I want your cock rubbing on my clit,” she says gently.
“Keep going, I like hearing you say it, beg for it,” I groan out.
“Fuck me like I was your whore. Call me your slut, Daddy,” she begs.
I took a moment to admire the dirty things London was saying. It was hard thinking that she would actually say it but I felt my dick getting bigger every time she opened her mouth to say those things.
“I like you having a dirty mouth, princess,” I laugh out releasing the tension from my shoulders.
We don’t make love, we fuck.
Believe me, I feel myself shifting every internal organ in London’s body. I brushed against her cervix a few times and she cried out in pleasure.
“There, Daddy, right there, you are hitting me on my woman’s spot. I love it, Keep going please,” she begs.
When I rub at her clit, it was a matter of seconds before London was coming all over my dick.
I dig my fingers into her pussy and when it comes out with our mixed juices on it, I rub it against her puckered hole.
“Now, it is time to get you straight,” I mutter.
I feel London tensing so I stroke her back a few times.
“Relax, little human, that is all I ask of you,” I tell him.
When I slid my dick cap into London’s ass, it takes a moment for her to relax, I don’t want to be fast with London, it will ruin the pleasure for her. Slowly, I push into her and she cries out.
“It is too much,” she cries out.
I am stretching her well, and so far, she is taking me well. We are just halfway into her and she can take me.
“Touch your clit for me, baby,” I tell her.
It is with my full body that I am restraining from relishing the beast in me. I just want her to be prepared, and not only that, she has to be sure of the fact that this is going to be taking me here every time I want it.
“Owwie! Daddy…” she cried out but as she rubs her clit, I feel her ride her pleasure.
For the next minute or so, I succeed to drive home into London’s puckered ass and as she moans, I give her a moment to catch her breath.
Once I start fucking her, I am not certain I will be able to hold back.
“Move, Daddy,” she says.
I hide a smile as I obey, moving inside London.
“I feel so full,” she confesses.
I kiss her nape as I hold her in place.
“Of course, Daddy is a big guy,” I tell her as I start fucking her.
Being with London is an intense sport, I enjoy how hard she makes me want to rock her, and it makes my head spin with pleasure.
So much pleasure that I have to grab her body, making sure that I am gentle with her. I bet I will leave some red marks by the time I am done with her. I don’t care, London is my property, and everyone deserves to know that I have been in her.
“You are doing it so well, Daddy,” she cries out.
I chuckle lightly as I know that is the truth.
“Touch your clit, baby, pleasure yourself for Daddy,” I command and like the good little girl that she is, she does as I say.
I don’t slow down once I am on the move, I make London know that this is going to be an occurrence, she should better be prepared to have me in this sweet ass of hers.
“The things you make me want to do to your pretty body, London,” I cry out throwing my head backward.
“Don’t hesitate, Daddy, I love having you in me. All the holes in my body are yours. Yours to do whatever you want to with it,” she says.
I feel my dick growing harder than it had before as the pace of my thrusts increases I make it a mission to make her pass out with pleasure.
“I am going to cum, Zane,” London begs as she chases the friction between her legs.
I know I am too because my head is spinning and I have to grab London’s hair to balance myself.
Brushing her hand aside, I increase the pace of her clit stimulation, pushing her off that edge. Orgasm hits London like a train and as she collapses on the bed, I feel mine buckle me and I fall on London’s body.
This was the most intense lovemaking I have ever had, my head was still throbbing and if I thought that London was doing any better, then I was lying.
I didn’t roll off London’s body, I was too weak to do so, I let out tangled breaths fill the room as I rock my thighs, letting her milk the rest of my cock.
I take a while to recover from the sex. It actually took longer time than I anticipated, and it was London’s little cries that made me leave her body.
“Jesus fuck! I crashed down on you so hard, baby girl?” I call out holding her against my chest.