***LONDON’S POV**
FRIDAY NIGHT
I have an appointment at Raeger’s Club and I don’t know how the Doms are going to treat me, but deep down in me, I hope I get out of this unscathed.
I have picked out a red satin gown, it has little shiny pearls that cover my breast lobes and move right up to my belly button where it stops.
I grab my pair of high-fashioned heels where my tiptoes are pointed outside. With deep breaths, I try to relax a little, sitting on my vanity and taking short rasped breaths.
“Are you ready, baby?” I hear Zane’s unmistakable voice from the door and I swirl around so fast that I fear that I might have snapped my neck.
“Zane? Are we going somewhere?” I ask holding my supply of energy as I look at him, feasting on his manliness.
He is putting in dress pants, a grey shirt, and a tie. As usual, he has his sleeves rolled upwards and it causes butterflies to churn in my stomach.
“You look good to eat,” I tease flashing him my best smile.
“I can’t say about you when you are perched on that chair like your life depends on it,” he utters walking towards me.
“Well…” I stutter standing and giving him a full body turn of my outfit.
When my eyes meet with Zane’s own, I register the lust in his eyes.
“Where are you going to?” I ask smiling sweetly at him.
“Well, I am accompanying my wife to RAEGER’s Club,” he answers, a sweet smile playing at the corners of his lips.
Mine falls instantly as I gape at him.
“You must be joking right? How did you know that is where I am headed?” I ask my head reeling with multiple answers.
Zane chuckles lightly before responding to me. “By now, you should know Daddy knows everything about his little girl,” he says softly.
I try hard to swallow the lump in my throat and the moment I do so, I sit on the chair, shaking a little.
“You can’t come with me,” I say humming to myself.
I have made a great plan out with those men, they can’t know my man is there, and it might shatter stuff for me. And this is supposed to change my bedtime with Zane somehow.
“Why?” Zane asks cautiously and I know not to lie to him because he definitely knows something I do not know.
“You’ve not booked a spot for yourself. I didn’t do that too,” I say smiling at myself for coming up with a brave response.
“Is that so? Well, Madam London, I would love to burst your bubble of disappointment and tell you that I have a spot ready for me. And well for you too now. Let’s go,” he says cheekily.
“But how?” I ask frowning at him.
When I registered for a night out, they didn’t even want to take me in, I had to do a lot of convincing and bribing. But Zane has a spot on the same night as me?
Weird.
Zane’s hand slowly wraps around my neck and circling my neck, he puts just the right pressure for me to choke gently, and then, his eyes are bright on mine, his nose rubbing across mine.
“Are you hiding something from me, baby? Did you more than book a voyeurism night out tonight?” he questions.
“Yes, Daddy,” I stutter.
“Why should I believe you?” he asks tightening his hands farther into my neck.
It wasn’t uncomfortable, but I would suffocate if he continued like that.
“I swear,” I say averting my eyes from his.
Zane has an intense way of staring at me, I know I will pass out if he tries to go any deeper with his paws on my throat.
“We need to go if you want the whole show, baby. And, don’t wear any panties, please,” he begs winking at me as he walks out of the door.
With shaking legs, I slip on the vanity chair shaking as I look myself in the mirror.
I look frail like I had just seen a ghost, but right now, it’s crazy how I am feeling now.
Grabbing my phone, I rush to the website, trying to leave the group, but to my greatest dismay, I can’t find the group.
Entering Dom Jack’s inbox, I noticed that he blocked me. So did the rest of the Doms. Instantly, I know it has something to do with Zane going to the club the other night. My heart is beating so fast that I need a few minutes to calm the racing heart down.
Knowing that I am going in for my slaughter, I don’t want to do that, thus, I rush to the bathroom and poke. When I hear the door click, I feign sickness and flush the pot before Zane comes to the bathroom.
“Are you alright, little girl?” he demands and I shake my head, my eyes staring anywhere but at him.
“I don’t feel good. Can we stay?” I ask knowing that Zane wouldn’t buy my lie.
“You aren’t feeling good, huh? Have you taken your panties off?” he questions and I nod, looking at him, wondering what he is about to do.
I turn around and start fumbling with the tap, splashing some water on my waterproof makeup.
Zane’s hand slides between my legs and when he touches my pussy, I jump. When I expect him to remove his fingers, he instead drags it upward, pulling my clit out and rubbing as much as he can.
Opening my mouth on a slow moan, I notice how my breathing becomes shabby and I stand on my tiptoes, trying to get more of the friction from Zane’s fingers.
He suddenly pulls his fingers away and I complain staring at him through the mirror.
“I was going to cum,” I say heaving hard.
“I don’t want you to cum when you are not feeling well,” he muster and I close my eyes from his more judging ones.
‘Calm down, London, he is your husband,’ I remind myself silently.