***ZANE’S POV***
With London, you just can’t expect any real thing with her. She is always set on sporting the worst out of you, she has a thing for striking the most dangerous nerves of the human body.
As she finishes eating, I set out the hairbrush on the counter, ready to use it on her.
“I could pass out if you use that on me,” she says trying to dodge the punishment.
“Unless your head is aching, which I know it isn’t, get over the sink, young lady,” I mouth, rolling the towels, and placing them out of the way.
“I don’t have a headache, but we never know,” she says fidgeting.
“I want you naked, London. And naughty girls get fucked in the ass. I bet you will know your place when your butt is hot and red from the number of strokes you will receive,” I tell her.
“You can’t punish me, Zane. I already apologized,” she spat out.
I stopped, my eyes glaring at her. She was defying my authority yet again.
“Are we going to add your strokes for talking back or are you simply going to obey your Daddy?” I ask.
I know playing this card was a dangerous game, but I couldn’t help but play it.
There was something about this woman, it was quite unruly, but she made me crave for more of her fucking innocence.
“You have the fuck and the knife, London. If you don’t want to get punished, you have a way out now,” I tell her.
To my surprise, London walks out of the room. I don’t chase her. I place the brush on the counter and walk out of the house.
I spend the whole day working my ass off, splitting the words. I miss lunch, and I don’t care whether or not London eats.
Close to evening, I notice her walk out of the house. She had been staring at me all day from the window sill, but she hadn’t had the courage to walk up to me and apologize for her ways. She just left me alone, thus, we haven’t shared a word.
I didn’t ask her where she was going, I continued splitting more logs that would keep us warm even for a few months. I don’t care, the stress reliever was much needed, and I needed to put my head into something.
At dinner that evening, London hadn’t returned home yet, I was going to go look for her when she returned, slamming the door hard with a lot of intensity that made my blood chill.
She is panting, her hand across her chest.
I know she expects me to ask where she has been, but I don’t bulge. I don’t even acknowledge her existence.
I make some mashed potatoes and turkey. When I serve my plate, I make sure to put London’s on, serving her but not waiting for her to sit up to eat.
I just hurry along, finish my meal, and walk out of the kitchen after clearing my plate from the table.
I rush to the main bedroom and take whatever shit belongs to me, I walk into the spare bedroom and crash down, sleeping peacefully.
*
I spent the entire night hearing muffled cries and curses pass through the house, I know I have to talk to London, but deep within me, the woman wouldn’t listen. She is as stubborn as a mule,
It is better to let her have her space, at least, she will have the will to think for herself, as well as the decision covering her choices.
If I was just merely London’s dominant, I would have fucking known how to deal with her, but now, she didn’t only occupy that post, but she was also my wife.
I owe her some deserved privacy, even if the terms of it didn’t come out as easily as we could see it.
When I hear the creak of the door later at night, I stare, not knowing who had opened the door.
“Zane? Daddy?” I hear the unmistakable voice.
London.
What was she doing here? The small question slips through my mind.
The light from across the hall showed into my room, and I bet she could as well register her eyes a little because I squint a little, seeing her stand there.
If she thought I was going to let him know I was watching her while she watched me sleep, then, she was for a whole new adventure, one she didn’t fucking see coming at all.
“Zane? Come on, answer please,” she begs, I vow, it broke my heart for her the pain filled in her voice.
When I seem to be responsible she enters the room and walks towards me.
I feel her warm body slip into the bed beside me. I still don’t make her think I am awake.
Slowly, she starts tracing my body with her fingers, making her way down to my cock real quick.
I pick up pace with my breathing, and if London wasn’t breathing hard herself, she would have heard me clearly.
“Daddy? I can’t believe your cock is still fat and thick, even when you are sleeping,” she says and I long to ache my body, to spin her around and pin her on the bed, fucking her as if she is everything I am worth of on this earth.
I stay calm down, waiting for her to take what she wants. Then, maybe she might go and give me the peace I desire so badly right now.
When I feel something wet touch my cock, it takes my full body strength not to open my damn eyes.
Slowly, her mouth starts giving me a blow job, I feel London’s little mouth do a good job on me, and when she moans. Jesus fucking Christ.
When London moans, I can’t hold back my self restrain because my eyes pop open, seeing my wife kneeling below my mind, my cock in her mouth, and her having a feast of her life.
“That is it London, take Daddy’s cock, you slut,” I bite out.
She snaps her head up before a small smile paints across her lips, enjoying the scenario going on between us.
“Daddy! Just relax and enjoy the show, please,” she begs me.
Like hell, I will.
I put my hands behind my head, making sure to stay as put as possible, enjoying how she makes me feel.
I always want to feel that way, no matter what. So, I let London be in control.
After she sucks me until I feel my cum hitting the back of her throat, she doesn’t let me go. Slipping above my cock, I feel her small and tight pussy descend over my cock.
“That is it, honey, keep going,” I urge her, promoting her.
As she picks the pace, fighting to set a rhythm between us, I don’t try stopping her. This is her night, the magic is in her hands and I watch with delight as she claims it without disappointing any of us.
“Fuck!” I scream as I feel my cock peeling out with London’s excessively tight pussy.
“You feel good Daddy,” she says as she jumps on my ass, riding me with such energy.
Grabbing London’s hips in my large palms, I let out a small smile rip through my lips as her waist locks perfectly in my arms, it makes me happy knowing that she is here and I am ruling her over and over both physically and emotionally.
Pumping my hips up, I make sure to hit on her G-spot, slicing into it enough to make her gran my shoulder blades.
“This is how you top from the bottom, little girl. Never forget who is in control, okay?” I ask as I ride harder, forcing her to choke over my oversized cock.
“Harder, Daddy. I want more,” she cries out.
“Then, beg for it, London. I love hearing you beg for Daddy’s cock,” I mouth out, continuously forcing my cock to ride harder than it seems.
“Please, Daddy, slit my small pussy with your large cock,” she begs.
“You can do better,” I state, slowing the pace I had started.
The pain causes London to scream in annoyance, shaking her head as if in disbelief.
“Fuck me, Daddy, for I have been a bad little girl,” she cries out, perspiration leaking throughout her body.
I chuckle once before flipping us over, and lifting London’s legs until they are on each side of my shoulders, I kneel before her, fucking her with everything I have worth in me.
“More! Please more,” she keeps begging.
As I increase the pace, I look at London, she has her hands over her breast, pinching and tweaking those super thick pebbles on her chest.
Her face is beetroot red, and I love this, knowing that I put that there by pleasuring her so badly.
The things this little creature makes me do are so crazy, thinking about it is even more than I can imagine, the simple thought of it makes me want to own her completely.
“Mine!” I mouth as I take her lips into my mouth, sucking, licking, and making sure to familiarize myself with all the corners of my mouth.
“Yours, Daddy,” she murmurs as she lets me impale her.
London screams as she cums, and I follow behind her, making sure I spill all my seed inside of her. Nothing is supposed to go to waste. Nothing at fucking all.
“Daddy!” she screams out, her small chest going up and down, as she manages to control her breath. As much as it isn’t easy to control it, I enjoy the smile that clouds my face as I enjoy every bit of her.
She makes me want to do the craziest bit of things to her.
For example, tying her to my bedpost and worshipping her.
“I am mad at you,” I tell her as I wrap her in a bundle, dragging her close to me.
“I am sorry, and I know you are mad at me,” she says.
I see the genuine apology in her eyes and I know I will need to have a strong hand with her, especially being stern with her while punishing the hell out of her ass.
This is for her own good, she needs to learn how to follow instructions, and that is the only way to keep her safe.
“You left the house without my permission all evening and returned when it pleased you. I wouldn’t allow that to happen again,” I tell her.
“I am sorry,” she says.
“I bet you are, but you will be more apologetic when I have roasted your butt with my hands, and other tools. You need to listen to me, London, I am your Dom,” I screech out.
A bit of the anger I had buried inside of me was returning and although I had to fight it off, being close to London was only going to make it worse, that, I know for sure.
“Please, Zane,” she begs me as I skip to the bathroom to clean myself.
“No, London. You stay there. I have to sleep, but I promise you that we will be having this conversation first thing in the morning. Now, get some sleep,” I dismiss her.
As I clean my still-hard dick, I make sure that I take my time.
By the time I open the bathroom door, the bed is empty and London is gone.
I don’t go after her, I let her have her way tonight, making sure that I try hard to ignore the little sniffs I hear coming from the room next door.
London is set on crying her eyes when I haven’t even punished her yet. She will have a lot to cry about when she sees the things I have readied in my head to punish the hell out of her.
My authority is not to be broken, never.