***ZANE’S POV***
I watch how London presses her face to the pillow and bites through the fabric. She pushes her buttocks upward and looks back over her shoulders.
These pretty blue/green eyes flash at me and I shake my head.
“Fifteen strokes, you count,” I order as I press down on her waist.
SMACK!
“Ahh! Ha! Argh!” London cries out as she fidgets.
I don’t let her go, I keep my hand firmly on her waist, waiting for her to count.
“One,” her little voice comes through.
I kept landing the next blows, not caring if she counted or not, I stopped at ten and London’s face was splotched red as she sniffed and begged for me to stop.
Slipping two fingers between London’s fold, I notice how wet she is.
“You are dripping, London, this is supposed to be a punishment,” I call out to her.
She whimpers and hides her face beneath the pillow.
“I can’t control my body, Daddy. Sorry,” she says.
I slip out of my trousers and position my dick behind her entrance.
“Tell Daddy what you want,” I order.
Looking at me with those pretty doe eyes, London says very gently,
“You, Daddy. I want you to bruise my cunny. Make it hard for me to leave the bed,” she says a small smile playing across her lips.
She was baiting me. Damn it. My little minx of a wife had a brain of her own.
“You don’t get to cum after disobeying, Daddy,” I say frowning.
“I will just touch myself and go to bed then,” London says, straightening up and I frown, grabbing her fiercely by the waist.
“I didn’t ask you to move, London, and I promise you, by the time I am done, you won’t be able to move a muscle,” I promise her.
I push London’s hands behind her back and hold them there while I have fun with her soaked cunt.
The moans we both produced were wild and fuck the fact that I had a plan to generate with my men after leaving her.
For now, I had a pregnant wife to satisfy.
“Look at us, baby, watch how my cock slips in and out of your pussy,” I say, forcing her to see it.
“Oh yes,” she wails out whacking her ass behind, prompting my actions.
*
When London comes, she falls asleep immediately and as I finish pumping my cum in her, the sound of her gently snoring gives her out.
I kiss the top of her forehead, grab the blanket, and tug her in. Tomorrow was going to be heated, but today, I was going to take care of my wife.
Downstairs, the men are moody, the tension is thick and as I walk into the living room, Sinner speaks first.
“Micah will get himself killed. The streets at hot this evening. I got a phone call that a rampage is going on in the streets and Michael is killing our men, trying to get answers from them,” he says pushing his iPad to me.
Men crying from pain, bodies littered the streets like they were newspapers.
“We need to stop him. If not, he will reach us fast, and that isn’t what we want right now,” he mutters.
Of course, killing my men is the last straw, but if I let Michael get a grasp on Micah, I don’t know what stupid shit they will discuss about.
“Send out some of my best men. Micah should be arrested and detained in the police station, maybe that will calm him down for a while till the dust is out of the way,” I explain frowning.
“Yes Boss,” Sinner says tapping words into his phone.
I let him do that and then towards Caleb and Reaper.
They had this smug look on their faces as if they knew I had just been. Freshly fucked. They don’t bring it up, and it stays that way.
“Clear that smug from your face before I break your nose Caleb,” I blurt out and he flashes me a toothy grin.
I punch him playfully across the shoulder and walk towards the bar to pour myself a drink.
“Zane? I have the men to guard the house for the night of our cooperation, would you want me to bring them in?” he questions, his brows fixated on me.
“Yes. I want a background check on them. I don’t want you employing any of Michael’s goons without knowing,” I say, my eyes dancing around his face.
Sinner is blood, if he betrays me, he knows the entire family will be mad at him, and taking him down would mean no one will question me about my actions.
“I was careful about these, Zane,” he says as he opens the door for five men to walk in.
They were physically built men, they sure as fuck could handle London, but that was my wife I was talking about and I knew how she always played out and got herself into trouble.
“Welcome,” I say shaking her hands.
Each one of them, I pressed tightly, making them do the same. It was some kind of power control, with me being at the top. I kept my eyes on them as well.
“If London poses any problem while we are gone, I want you to take measures to make sure she is safe,” I blurt out.
“Even if it means spanking her?” a dude with ginger beard asks.
I stare at him with disgust and warning.
“You don’t get to spank my wife, but you could knock her out,” I say.
Reaper groans and Caleb sizzles.
The bastards found this found this funny.
Rolling my eyes, I continue giving out orders to the men.
“Any questions?” I demand at the end.
“What do we do in case of an emergency?” he demands his brows creasing.
“Try to save London and call me. I would tell you the next safe step,” I mutter ending the conversation.
“Good night gentlemen,” I say walking upstairs to my wife.