***LONDON’S POV***
It has been a week since I had that conversation with Zane at his office.
He hasn’t touched me since then, I haven’t offered or made any advances toward him.
But I do miss Zane a lot. I miss the way he would kiss me and make sure I was alright. That aside, I miss the hot sex we randomly had. Just thinking about it made me wet. As I blow out a gentle air out of my mouth, I look at myself.
I was alone on my bed, just like I was most of the nights when I went to bed. It is like Zane was actively avoiding me. I had a guard at each turn of the house, especially now that Zane is certain Michael and his goons are in town.
“Until it is saved, I am keeping my wife behind lock and key,” he had said when I had brought it up.
Since then, the distance has really grown between us.
Huffing, I make annoying sounds with my mouth as I allow my fingers to travel down my panties. I touch needy pussy fumbling with it. When I cum, I relax with my hands on my side, sleeping.
A disturbing sound startles me and I feel something between my legs. I shriek awake to find Zane crouched between my legs, eating me out like a starved man.
“Ddda… Daddy?” I call out as I push up to my elbows.
“Lay down, little girl, I noticed you had a little fun while I was away. Are you supposed to touch yourself without my permission?” Zane asks and I know that look on his face.
“No,” I choke out a small reply.
The room was dark and the only light was that coming from the slightly parted bathroom door at the end. It was enough to allow me to read Zane’s expression at the moment, it told me he wasn’t happy at all.
“No orgasm for you, London. You have been a bad girl defying daddy’s orders,” Zane mutters and when I open my mouth to speak, Zane bites my swollen clit.
“Ow!” I scream out bucking my pussy into Zane’s face.
**
As promised, Zane left me a needy bitch in the bed as he walked into the bathroom, my pussu juice dripping from his face.
He hadn’t made me cum, but he had been so close for me to have my release. Enough to piss me off and make me angry.
“That’s it? My fingers can do a better job than your tongue on me,” I bark out shooting a pillow at his back.
Zane doesn’t bother dodging it. In the bathroom, I heard him start the shower and I heard him jerking cooly into his arms.
I swear, if Zane’s intention was for me to hear him fuck his fingers rather than me, he was doing it right.
Taking out my clothes, I follow him into the bathroom, walking straight into the shower stall.
“Why are we not making love now? Stop fucking your hand,” I say staring death into his brown eyes.
“I am not touching you, London. Not tonight,” he mutters out.
“Well, I should go meet one of your goons then, maybe they can…” I trail when Zane’s big palms wrap around my neck and gently pin me against the tiles floor.
The cold tiles tinge my skin and Zane’s eyes hoard against mine.
He presses his face right in front of mine.
“Never. I mean never threaten me with fucking one of my men, I will kill of them to the thought of it,” he barks out into my face.
Despite Zane’s hand clutching my neck, it wasn’t right enough to snap it or suffocate me, even though he could do it in one breath.
“Wanna satisfy me then, Daddy?” I ask taunting Zane.
Fury dances in Zane’s eyes as he turns me to face the flat sink. I grip the edges as Zane captures my waist, locking me between him and the sink.
Just like the first night at his house, I find myself staring at Zane’s eyes through the window, he looked ready to spit my cunt into two.
I smile teasingly at him, letting him know that this was a bait.
“By the time I am done with you, baby girl, you won’t be smiling. Talk about crying in ecstasy and after cum,” he mutters.
Grabbing my hair, Zane fucked me like I was his last meal. He knew the right anger to pound me senseless and the more I screamed, he chuckled deathly.
“Look at me, London. Do you think any of my men would do you like this?” he asks squeezing my hair and focusing my attention on his through the mirror.
When I open my mouth to catch my breath, his deep baritone fills my ears.
“Answer me,” he barks.
“No! They wouldn’t, Daddy,” I shriek out as he keeps fucking me wildly.
“Good answer choice little girl. I don’t mind you being slutty for me, but you threaten me with having an affair with any man…” Zane trails off as he quickens bus hip game, his balls slapping against my ass.
“Oh my God, I wouldn’t dare,” I cry out softly.
“Better, because I would make you watch me kill the bastard, and then you, my dear little wife, I will find a solution to your recklessness,” he says bursting out into me.
Feeling Zane’s cum in me drags me down to my own climax and I grab harder against the sink as I squeeze his cock, milking him harder.
Zane trails tiny kisses down my neck, it brings cute butterflies down my spine and I smile widely at him, the pleasure evident in my face.
“Let me clean you up, baby,” Zane says as he drags me to the shower we hadn’t turned off.
I looked freshly fucked and satisfied. As Zane carries me to the bed, I smile warmly and reach out to him.
“I’m not sleeping, darling. I’ve got work to do,” he says.
“Just like you do every other day of the week. Please, Zane, just stay with me until I sleep, then you can leave,” I request.
Zane stares at me for a while before shaking his head at him.
He throws his big t-shirt on me, with no panties before climbing in behind me.
“Good night, Little girl,” he says kissing my nape.
“Good night, Zane,” I murmur, sleeping.