***LONDON’S POV***
Married. I am married.
As Zane drives his car from the airport, I am surprised to know that it isn’t a rental car and that he has the power to set up his car in the company.
The man has connections that take the devil aback.
It is past noon when we pull into the cabin house, and I swear to heaven, there are no neighbors for miles. Shock. That is my only expression.
“What if there is an emergency, how do I contact anyone?” I ask as Zane opens the car door, he also helps me with positioning my arm in a way that doesn’t hurt.
He starts taking out the boxes from the car.
Three boxes, I made sure to pack that many clothes. I have two of the larger boxes and Zane has the small one. He says his clothes are in the cabin and he will buy anything he needs here in Montana.
“We wouldn’t need emergencies, London, and when it comes to that, I have an SAT phone, and if you walk down to the stream down the path, you will find some network worth calling anyone in town,” he explains.
A frown pulls up on my forehead because of this place. Hell no! I didn’t even expect it to be like this.
“You are a mafia, Zane, not some caveman stocked in the mountains with no way out,” I blurt out as I stomp into the house.
“Be careful now, London. We just wedded and you accepted that a retreat from town is what we both needed from everything happening around us,” he explain.
I puff in anger.
“Annoying caveman,” the words slip through my lips before I can catch it down.
My eyes widen in shock, causing me to look behind, fear evident in my eyes, no matter how I try to place it down.
“Corner time, woman. Then, after, nap. Get out of your trousers and panties. You know the rules,” Zane says.
I breathe in angrily as I stomp to the corner of the room. I struggle alone but manage to take my trousers down. Next thing, I am pulling my panties downward.
Zane takes his time pulling the boxes inside the house, making it his mission to ignore the fuck out of me.
I don’t let him know it affects me the least. I can’t be that weak, even if it pulls at every string in my heart.
I don’t do corner time because I have my eyes roaming through the house. Oh yes! The cabin is a two-bedroom flat, it has a living room, a kitchen, a toilet down the hall, and probably one in Zane’s room which happens to be the master’s bedroom.
It is I’m the far end of the hallway, and staring at my surroundings, I notice how organized and well furnished the entire house is. Even the floor has warm carpet on it, but not everywhere, the fireplace doesn’t have it, but a small living room carpet is there, and it warms me.
I can’t stop anticipating the nights when I will have to sit there with Zane, making slow love and sipping chocolates.
It’s spring, thus, I expect it to be cold, and just the right amount, since it is the mountains.
When I hear the door click, I start running back to the position Zane had asked me to do corner time in, but I am too slow because he catches up on me still trying to reach the spot.
“Holy fuck!” I mutter, blushing at the profanity.
I try settling at the moment when I feel Zane’s hard eyes on me, and then, his large hand wraps around my waist, tightening it roughly.
“Zane, please,” I beg, not knowing what I am even begging for.
“You disobeyed,” I grits out as he carries me to the couch and then crosses me over his leg.
“I didn’t…” I stutter when Zane’s large arm smacks my ass.
Four blows under my ass and I am a whimpering mess.
“Oh, Daddy. Dad… dy” I cry out as I twitch above Zane.
“You don’t disobey me,” Zane spits out as he continues striking his blow on my ass.
One thing with Zane is that he doesn’t love his order dynasty getting disrupted. He never wants that ever, and maybe it is coming to the wild that has strengthened that desire in me.
When I am crying so hard that I am hiccupping, Zane lets go of me but then, he holds me towards him.
I just circle my legs around his waist, rubbing my pelvis against his chest.
“Daddy,” I cry out, choking gently on my tears.
“Yes, Baby! You don’t get to come when you are being naughty. If there is anything you want you talk to Daddy,” he says as I continue rubbing myself on him.
Zane is hard as fuck, and the bulge pressing on my pussy is just enough to make me friction, but I keep pressing forward, adding more pressure because I want more of that, I want all of Zane. And everything he had to give me.
“Ppp… please,” I beg.
As wet as my pussy can get, Zane rolls his eyes as he mutters the words I want to hear.
“Fuck me for fucking my own rules,” he bites out as he unfastens his belt and his thick cock springs free.
He starts riding my cock as if I couldn’t get any better. And as I throw my head backward, I see stars starting to form behind my eyes. I feel the air tightening in my throat as I can’t catch enough air to breathe appropriately.
Before I notice it, I am collapsing. I fall towards the ground as Zane’s large hands come around my body.
“Fuck! London! Keep your eyes open for Daddy,” I hear Zane screaming as I fail to keep my eyes open as he wants it.
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***ZANE’S POV***
Zane is passing out on me. Jeez!
This is the second time that I am fucking her and she is letting herself get to a high she can’t control herself to bring it down. That sucks.
“London! Fuckkkkk! Open your eyes, honeycomb,” I say as I try shaking her severally.
That should be a bad idea because as I walk into the bedroom, I gently lay her on the bed.
London will be the dead of me. I take out her shirt, the one we had been traveling with. She has no shoes on, thus, I pull out her bra, making it good enough to settle her chest. She is breathing in a shallow manner.
I rush to the bathroom, scoop some water in a wash basin, and bring it to her. Sprinkling it on her face, the water doesn’t seem to help.
Then, she starts flustering her eyes.
“I’m exhausted,” she whimpers before closing those evergreen eyes.
I huff a sigh. This woman will kill me before she lets go, obviously.
I put a soft damp towel on her forehead, and move into the kitchen, and start making a sandwich.
Maybe I should have put off the sex until when I had fed her, but damn it if I wasn’t as ready as London was to fuck her.
Two hours of long torture, I had already made myself comfortable, and taken to being a lumberjack. I start cutting into the logs with my axe, making sharp cuts. I had taken off my shirt and put on some boots.
“Zane?” I hear London’s small voice calling from the door.
I put the axe on the shelf, not wanting it to cause any harm, and walk to the house, grabbing London tightly.
“How are you feeling, baby? You got me frightened,” I tell her peppering kisses on her face.
She had my shirt on, and I bet no panties beneath. This woman will make me go mad.
“I am fine. Just my head. I don’t know I felt like a smoke was in it, and my hand too…” she was explaining these things.
“Are you homesick, honey? Should we call the vacation off and return home?” I ask cradling her face in my hands.
She looks pissed off, but then, she shakes her head, saying no as if the world depended on that reply.
“No. Hell no! I just needed a little break, and now, I am hungry,” she says looking around.
The logs of wood I have split since she passed out were impressive, and I would need to start transferring them when she is settled.
We have electricity at the cabin, and thus, the fridge is working. I didn’t sort out the heater because it was complicated. Woods would have to do to heat the cabin.
As I lift her in my arms, I make sure to kiss her delicate lips before walking into the house, with her in my arms.
It’s still stunning how I made London my bride, so far, I would never regret it, or trade anything else for it.
“I made you a ham sandwich, but we will need to make dinner,” I tell her sweetly.
As she washes her hand by the sink, London picks up a sandwich wrap, pushing it into her mouth.
I walk to the fridge, open a bottle of milk, and pour it into a glass for her.
“Can I have chocolate milk, please?” she begs.
I nod. I keep the plain milk for myself and then, pour the chocolate milk inside her cup and place it before her on the wooden table.
I start munching on my sandwich.
“No sex until your cast is removed,” I tell her softly.
“I think you should put, no punishment until my cast is removed,” London sass out.
“Don’t,” I say, chewing on my bread.
I have to keep London company, I like that, I want more as well.
“No, Zane, you don’t tell me what to do. I was the one who passed out riding your cock,” she fires out, and then, her eyes widen quickly.
“How is your head?” I ask ignoring her banter, and direct attack on her.
I leave the table, making my way to the cupboard, dragging out a small bottle of Tylenol. I pick out a bottle of water and return to the table. I hand London two tablets.
“Drink!” I ordered her.
As I turn to clear the work area, I return to London fidgeting, and then, drinking some water. She looks guilty as hell but I ignore her. I don’t have the time to press on little things right now.
“I wouldn’t punish you again, and I wouldn’t also make you cum. Not until you finish your healing process,” I tell her.
“Zane!” she calls out and I stare at her, daring her to say otherwise.
Good enough, London has the wits to stay put and calm for a while.
London finishes her meal and goes inside to rest again. As she sleeps, I remove her plate, clean the table, and then, lift under the carpet to dust when I see the two white pills I had just given London.
Anger flashes through me as I watch it for a long time.
My nostrils flare wide and I gently close the carpet back. This wouldn’t go unpunished. I know what I said when I meant I wouldn’t punish London again, but right now? I am pissed off. So fucking mad at her.
I return to breaking the logs to remove some of the steams from my system, if not, I risk hurting London. That is not what we want, huh?
After a few hours, the sun is already setting down the mountains and I can not wait to enjoy it. I started packing a small quantity of the logs on the porch close to the house, where the rain wouldn’t touch it and is accessible to the house whenever we needed it.
I walk into the spare bathroom and take a bath, after that, I wear my clothes.
“Time to strike my little stubborn wife,” the words leave my mouth as I go for London’s petite body on the bed.