***ZANE’S POV***
London is going to be the fucking death of me, I am not going to lie, as I watch her pet Fox, I relax a little, knowing that the guard dog loves her.
“Good girl, Fox. I have a chicken wing I couldn’t finish, do you want some?” London asks.
The dog nods as if understanding her.
With hopeful eyes, London turns towards me, staring at me expectantly.
“Daddy, can I… Give my last piece of meat to Fox?” she asks.
“Only this once, and you are not to feed the dog without me supervising, okay?” I ask making sure she knows how serious I am.
“Yes, Sir,” she replies.
I stop her, pinching her chin with my forefinger and thumb, she looks at me, her bright eyes on me.
“Not Sir, I prefer Daddy,” I tell her groaning.
“Yes, Sir… Daddy,” she giggles laughing out as she runs into the house.
I know she is trying to lighten the mood between us, and I want that as well, but it just feels weird, considering I caused her so much pain.
I think I need to get my brain checked up.
For real, my mind just keeps twisting out on me and the more I focus on myself, I want to know more about the woman in there.
I keep hurting her and what does she do? She comes here and my brain just keeps shooting out on me.
I want her, no, I need her like I need my next breath.
“Daddy!” she calls out jumping to the ground. She starts running towards me and I growl at her.
“You walk, little girl,” I mouth out at her angrily.
She pats my shoulder and then, leaning forward, she starts feeding the dog.
Fox eats the fleshy meat and as it eats, I refill its kernel, and holding London by the hand, I drag her to the house.
“Let us go,” I sigh the words.
Inside, we get a little busy and London slides into my computer, working off there as she wants it to.
I do a lot of chores and when I am back, London is not on the computer, probably sleeping inside.
I need to let her be for a while, sliding into the bar stool, I focus my attention on the computer.
A message pops into it and I frown.
WANT TO BE FRIENDS BEAUTY? I LOVE YOUR DP
The message reads out.
WHO ARE YOU?
I messaged, my anger flaring hard already. Entering their recent chats, I notice they have a mutual group together, and London has been chatting off with men on the computer.
Cyberpunks.
KANE. ARE YOUR BREAST NATURAL? I BET YOU COULD BE A GOOD SLUT IF I TRIGGER THEM THE RIGHT WAY.
“What the fuck?” I cried out as I left the message wall and checked out at the so fine as hell slutty wallpaper and my mouth drags.
What had been there was a picture of London and me on the lake, and now, it is a picture of her sitting on the front porch with her breast popping out of her tank top. Her stomach was showing as well.
All wrong. So fucking wrong.
London had to use my computer to message Micah because the connection here was strong. She could search schools for the program I wanted her to do, not fucking talk to men.
Anger blinds my eyes, I walk into the room where she is curled into a ball, and grabbing her by the hair, I hurl her out of the bed, not caring if she felt any pain or not.
“Ow! Daddy, Owie, that hurts,” she mutters out in pain, as she claws at my hands trying to make me release her.
I pull her towards the computer and make her sit.
“Want to fucking explain what the hell is that on the screen?” I ask my eyes on the screen.
London rubs her eyes and then she cries out in pain.
“Who is that?” I ask my voice dark with anger.
“Daddy…” I hear her breath.
“You have nice tits. London, what happened to the DP that was on that account? I see you have a new man, who is that?” I demand.
“I don’t know,” she replies.
She reads through the words and shivers visibly.
“A friend of yours, London?” I ask.
She shakes her head, rejecting it.
“Reply to him then, tell him you are married and your husband doesn’t want you talking to boys,” I order.
With shaky fingers, London does as I say and I force her to leave the rest of the groups.
“You only use the computer to search courses online, not to whore yourself, haven’t you heard of cyber crimes?” I bark out.
“That group was for trying to connect the last program,” she says.
Since London had graduated, I wanted her to check our bonus courses so that she will have extra credits to work, even though she will never work while with me, I don’t mind that at all.
“Well, young woman, your program is closed. Go to our room and wait for me,” I tell her.
She whimpers as she escapes, the fear real as she trips on her legs, making it to the room.
I deleted the rest of her pics on her account.
Call me a psycho, but I wouldn’t let any fool online snatch the only woman I have worked so hard to get.
London is mine, I might be an asshole, but I do deserve some redemption when it comes to do with my choice of women.
Twenty minutes later, I walk into the room to a naked London, her ass in the air just like I had showered her to be whenever she is going to get punished. But now, I don’t want to hit her, I promised as much that I wouldn’t touch her until she is healed.
Taking off my clothes, I walk behind her, using lube to apply against my cock. Next, some when on her puckered hole, rubbing it roughly.
“Every dirty part of you belongs to me,” I tell her as I start thrusting into her ass hole.
She is so tight I can barely breathe.
“Ouch!” she grits out.
I ignore her pain, making myself comfortable in her.
“Mine. All fucking mine,” the words leave my mouth as I go on full caveman mode, fucking London until her brain is mushy and her words can’t be easily understood.
“You don’t get into groups and let men talk to you, London. I am already tracing one man down for trying to force you to leave me, do you want me to burn the entire world down so that you would have no choice but to accept me as your man?” I bark.
I slip my hand down London’s waist, stopping at her neck as I squeeze it gently.
“Or do I have to snap your neck for you to know I am a possessive neanderthal?”
I feel my wife shudder beneath me, I know she will have a swollen ass the entire day tomorrow, at least, it will be a reminder that I had brutal sex with her.
There is nothing soft about this right now, she needs to know where my emotions are at right now.
“Please, Zane, it hurts, the lube isn’t helping with the pain, and I am so dry,” she begs me.
“Well, remember that next time you try to let another man take you away from me, little girl,” I blurt out fiercely.
Little whimpers, that is all I hear, London wouldn’t fake a thing with me, thus, I gather myself and let her go, having no other way but to know that I own her.
“Get yourself cleaned and get some sleep. You don’t get to leave the room until I say so, and you don’t touch Daddy as well. If I were you, I would reflect on where you went wrong, you little dirty slut,” the aggressive words leave my mouth, shooting daggers at London’s side.
She flinches, evidence that the words had gotten to her, and as I walk out of the room, I pick up my gun, ready to go for a hunt.
At least, hunting down wild animals for food is legal and I have that damn permit.
Fox was outside when I left and she stayed there, guarding the house as I left, disappearing into the dark forest.
If anyone was to come back while I was gone, Well, Fox would make a meal of their bones.
***
***LONDON’S POV***
I rushed to the bathroom to make pee and my butt hurt so badly. I know I was stupid trying to socialize with people from the web, but damn it, Zane found out.
I knew what I was doing was risky, but I didn’t also think about the consequences of getting caught.
I knew Zane would suspect me if I had a bit of social life that wasn’t related to my phone, thus, the added courses had been the only go to way I had sorted out.
It was good, Zane wasn’t checking if I was following up or not, but he sure as hell noticed that I was chatting with random dudes from the group.
That idiot. If only he hadn’t messaged me when he did. Also, if only I had logged out before rushing to sleep, then, I would have solved some of the hard as fuck blows Zane had given me.
The welts from the belt were still on my bottom, and I felt it, rough, and ready to burst if the need was needed, I took a fresh bath and wore a pair of yellow sweatpants and a pink tank top.
I feel good in my skin, even if it is for a short amount of time, like now, I have to focus on my stomach.
I haven’t gone to the hospital since after my cast was taken off. Not a long time and if I want to have some fresh air on my face, I need to have Zane distant for a while.
Damn it, he had touched me when he said he wouldn’t, I guess we can’t keep our hands off one another.
As much as toxic as that sounds, my heart melts at the fact that Zane wants me. He still has the zeal to punish me, even if it isn’t using his hands or any weapon he can get his hand to.
Grabbing some ice cream, I took a tray of cookies and went with it to the chair, playing one of the good movies Zane had bought.
Life seemed peaceful, but I kind of miss Zane though. I wonder where he has gone to.
*
The rest of the day, I clean, and munch on things Zane had left out in the fridge. I don’t make him any meal because my husband__ I love how that sounds though__ had warned me not to cook for him.
I take out some steak for the dog and feed it.
Fox wasn’t tied, and I overheard it, or I think so. Three bone-filled steaks, dog snacks, and a bowl of water.
Zane had warned me not to feed the dog when he wasn’t around, but it was starved. Or so I think.
I always hear that guard dogs are being served whiskey for strength and if Fox is tired, it needs some strength, in case some mad fucker wants to come and get me.
Inside the house, I find Zane’s whiskey decanter, I drink some, and then, pouring the rest into Fox’s soared kernel, I take it to him, and he starts licking it.
“Good boy,” I prompt him, letting him know I like what he is doing.
Inside the house, I drink some more yellow liquid, letting the burn pass through me.
I didn’t care if I was pregnant with Zane’s baby, it could come out for all I care.
When I feel my thighs hurt, I look down, seeing those tiny red streaks of blood, and my heart beat accelerated.
I might have meant what I said about losing this baby, but now, I feel bad.
“Sorry baby!” I sing-song as I close my eyes, letting the thick pain envelop me.