***ZANE’S POV***
I was pissed off, London was going to be the death of me. And it was at the peak of my anger that I saw it.
The fingerprints on her goddamn neck.
“Don’t give me that lame excuse of this space being the ladies’ restroom,” I shot out as I grabbed her arm and started leading her toward the door.
I was stopped by Reaper.
“No one is in the stalls, Boss,” he says.
“As it should be. Did you think I was in here with another man? Please, stop being paranoid, husband. I am hungry,” London blurts out.
She is panicking, I know my wife so much to know she is hiding something from me.
“I heard the mirror break, was that an accident?” I ask, my eyes trained on the pieces of glass scattered on the floor.
“Yes, it was,” she confirms squirming in place.
I didn’t utter a word, instead, I led her outside, thinking about that look she had on her face.
A swollen lips like she had been kissed. Finger prints on her neck like she was being forcefully attacked whatever London knows, she isn’t sharing it with me, and that is what I hate the most.
‘I am going to reinforce my laws. In case my little wife has forgotten, I have a rule against lying, and she is crossing that line right now.
In the restaurant, most of the clients are gone and it’s late already.
“I’m no longer hungry. Right now, I want to go home and climb in bed, please,” she begs softly.
London had barely touched her meal before she had stained her attire. And now, that fucking tear on the dress has me more than thinking that London has more than enough to talk about.
“Let’s go home,” I say.
*
Back at home, I sent everyone to bed and those who were to supervise went to their duties. Micah even went out to be with Sinner on the rooftop for a while.
Perfect, because he wouldn’t want to hear me torture his sister in a while. That could be a really fucked up shit to witness.
I dragged London to the kitchen, brought out a box of cookies, and placed three on a serving tray. Opening the fridge, I pick up a carton of milk and pour it out.
London sits on the chair and stares at her plate.
“What is all this, Zane? I said I was not hungry. Right now, I am tired and I want to sleep,” she says.
That was a lame excuse she gave there, and if I were her, I would be saving up that energy to use it, because, she sure as fuck was going to need it.
I push the plate right before her and walk away.
“Eat!” I ordered.
I went for the whiskey and poured a finger into the glass before knocking it all back.
“I said…” London started and I raised my hand upward, cutting her short.
“I heard you. Now, shut up and eat,” I grit out sternly, warning her to disobey me.
I watch how London starts eating. Picking the cookie and taking bites into her mouth.
Whenever she swallows her cookie, she slides her hand around the glass and drinks the milk.
Before five minutes, everything was finished.
“Good girl! you would need the energy for what happens to you next,” I say holding her by the hand and leading her into my office.
Not the office I use when my men are around and we need to talk business.
No! This was the place I built and organized for torture.
Not any kind of torture. This was going to be an orgasmic pleasure, and I would be releasing them one by one until she couldn’t hold back again, and then, she would open her mouth to spew out everything that she knew.
“What… What are we doing here?” she asks her eyes widening in shock.
“To play,” I really locked the door. The clicking sound makes London jump.
The adrenaline rush in her will cause her to panic and if I don’t make this fast, she might lose control and I won’t get the answers I am searching for.
“Zane?” she calls out softly.
“Can you explain what happened today?” I inquired, wanting to hear more lies my perfect wife was going to spew out of her perfect lips.
“Nothing. I am sorry about what happened back there at the restaurant. But that doesn’t mean you should behave like a total dick to me,” she screeches out.
London was behaving like I thought she would. A guilty person. And just like a deer caught in a red light, she would try to run away or defend herself without thinking.
Blowing raspberry from my mouth, I explained.
“You said you wanted me to use you against Michael when I refused, you suddenly developed an appetite for restaurant food and wanted to go out. What happened in that bathroom?” I ask staring at her.
“Nothing,” she replies.
Well, I tried giving her the option to be transparent with me, but since she chooses to be on the other side of the line and lie to me, I am going to play a little bit with my wife.
I walked over to the human machine and with each of London’s hands, I locked the wrist with leather cuffs.
She was beginning to look like a starfish.
“Fuck! Jesus Fuck! What the hell are you doing, Zane? Let me go,” she barks out kicking her legs out.
I recline the bench so that London was bending towards her waist and my ass was exposed to me.
“Why don’t we play a little, huh? For each lie you deem worth lying, you get a stroke on your bottom. I beg you wouldn’t let five strokes pass you by,” I mutter out as I walk towards the cabinet to go check my tools.
When I brought out a leather belt, I heard an audible gasp behind me and I knew what memories were playing in her head right now.
“Do you get deja vu, London? To the time I flogged responses out of you? Well, this is a redo, but with you wear a sexy gown, with a baby bump. If it gets too stressful, I promise we will stop,” I let out turning towards her.
The shock mixed with fear were the two dominant expressions evident on London’s face.