***LONDON’S POV***.
That’s it. Oliver and Michael are dead. Micah has been found, he was in boot of their car. Good thing nothing happened to their car.
Zane doesn’t stop at Rio’s house, instead, he marches the gas to our house in Lake Side City.
“Here, drink some, baby,” I hear Zane says handing me a hot glass of milk.
“You shouldn’t have, Daddy,” I cry out, holding back the tears from pouring down my cheeks.
“Hey, baby, I know it can be tough sometimes for mothers, especially you, but if you want, we could take about it, or not. But please, just didn’t shun me out,” he begs, slipping to the floor beside my legs.
Sniffing, I lean forward, circling his neck and kissing the shit out of them.
“I love you, baby,” he cries out against my soft lips.
“I love you more, London. Get some rest now, I’ve still got a small round to make, and then, we will be together as we all want if.
“Watching movies,” I giggle out.
Nodding, Zane kisses my lips and walks away.
**
The next couple of days pass like a blur. And in a week’s time, the remnants if what happened to Micah was forgotten.
He no longer lives with us, but we have solved our differences and are now thicker than thieves.
Relaxing watching TV, I hear Lisa playing with Dante and his cries of laughter as he enjoys himself.
“Hey, London, I’ve got something to show you,” Zane says carrying me into his arms.
“Oh, shit! Daddy!” I cry out knowing that this isn’t going to end well for me.
When Zane uses my first name, I know that I am in trouble, right now, I might know what the course is.
Opening the bedroom door, he enters and closes it.
“I asked you not to bring that little animal in here. What is it doing curled up on my bed?” he demands and my eyes dilate at this.
I had told Zane I was hoping he would flog me one of these days and he had promised me that my next punishment will be worse than what he has ever netted on me before.
“Daddy, it was cold outside and I thought of bringing it inside the house. I was going to send him back outside, I promise,” I murmur, blinking severally.
Grabbing the back of my neck, Zane moves me to the frog curled up on his side of his bed and reminded myself of the fact that I didn’t do it alone.
I wasn’t going to call Reaper out though. The punishment wasn’t going to be shared.
“Lying would get you into trouble, young lady,” he muttered and I shudder, getting heat up already.
“Then, punish me then,” I say faking being hurt.
Immediately, large hands force me to bend on the waist until my pussy on display.
“Naked. Fresh and naked pussy. Did you know I was going to have you fold over like this? You little slut,” Zane says and slaps my pussy.
From the one impact, I fall over the edge and orgasm on Zane’s hand, cumming hard enough to make me fall if Zane didn’t grab me hard.
“Don’t hesitate to punish this little slut of yours, Daddy. Make her know her place,” I cry out, shaking when Zane spanks my ass a second time.
“What about this. I give you twenty orgasms then fuck all three of your holes until I cum in them?” Zane suggests.
My eyes were solid rock as I saw the possibilities of Zane destroying me emotionally.
“No, I’ll take a flogging, please,”
Rubbing his hand up and down the length of my breasts and stomach, I don’t expect the sharp pain that takes me until I realize that I have just being spanked by Zane.
“You don’t get to pick your punishment, got it, little girl? You will just take what is being given to you and thank Daddy for giving it to you,” Zane explains.
I shake my head and brace myself for another hit. It never comes and whine.
“Uh huh! I don’t want the bratty London, now. Your guest, Mr. Frog will watch me fuck my wife and later, you will go and keep him outside where you found him, got it?” he demands.
I was about nodding when another slap falls on my ass.
“Yes, Daddy,” I cry out, shivering in ecstasy.
“Good girl,”
Zane makes me hold my position against the bed and instantly, I feel heat rounding me as his lips touch my pussy.
“Daddy?” I whine out.
“You’ve got a problem, little girl?” he demands.
Shaking violently, I cum without being able to respond to him.
“Hot! My wife dripping sweet liquid into my mouth. You’ve got nineteen more orgasms to give me before I take this pussy of yours,” he says rubbing it gently, up and then down.
The second and third orgasms take over me and I feel a haze of darkness cover me, I was going to hear it before I even get close to that target.
By the twelfth orgasm, I was dripping with sweat and my cum was spreading down my legs.
“I can’t cum anymore, please,” I beg as I twist my body in Zane’s hand.
“I didn’t ask for your opinion, baby. I want you to cum now,” he orders.
I was fighting my building climax and when Zane’s thumb slip into my ass, I knew he was going to make me cum hard.
“Please… Oh, Zane,” I call out as I closed me eyes, fighting to reach the light.
“Don’t hold back what is mine, baby,” he says softly.
When I cum, I shout but it was the feeling of Zane’s finger still in me that got me cumming hard until I thought I was going to pass out.
And then, open the gates of heaven and I squirt on Zane’s face.
“Fuckkkkkkk!” I cry out falling forward.
Zane didn’t let me fall, his hands were steady on me, giving me the assurance I needed to stay upright.