When I look down to what had caught the man’s attention, I notice the sperm that had turned almost into a second skin in my legs. I blushed, wishing that the lights weren’t too bright to make it look like daylight hadn’t ended at all.
Zane clears his throat and when he notices my discomfort, he pulls me to his side, kissing my forehead.
“Do you have an invitation, miss? If not, whores are at the back of the club,” the waiter says and before I see it happen, Zane has punched him on his neck and he is on the ground gasping loudly for help.
The music is still blaring when Zane picks the guy from the ground at the same time his colleagues rush to the scene.
“If you ever address to my wife as a whore again, I promise you that that will be the last time you ever use your tongue to speak again. Are we clear?” Zane asks and the young man shakes his head rapidly that I fear that he will snap it.
“Yyyy… Ye… Yesss, Sir,” the guy quickly says before Zane releases him and he falls on the ground with a thud.
“Leave the club, I don’t want to see you here again for the remainder of the night. If not, you wouldn’t be there to tell the story of how horrifying your last moment of earth was,” Zane threatens.
I feel goosebumps climb to the back of my neck as I fight the pain to scream hard.
The boy scampers away as his friends help him usher him out.
Zane starts walking and I grab his arm and turn him towards me.
“What the fuck, Zane? You scared the shit out of that young man,” I say my eyes still wide in shock.
“Anything for my little girl. Now, let’s go, they are waiting for us to start,” Zane says indicating towards the VIP room.
“What did he mean by calling you, Don Vincenzo?” I ask quizzically.
This time, a small smile plays across Zane’s lips as he speaks to me.
“I registered as a Dom to the club when I came here the other night. I might have acquainted with some of the Doms here. But this is the first night I will actually be using any of their offered services,” Zane says nonchalantly as my jaws slacked before him.
“Holy shit, you don’t mean that, Zane, do you? Have you been fucking whores here? Is that why they mistook me for one of them? I should have connected the dots as soon as possible,” I let out my voice lethal.
“London,” Zane warns.
“I understand, Zane, you don’t need to explain yourself,” I say turning around to leave.
I am instantly swept off the ground and the floor seems like a far cry as Zane carries me towards a lit hallway that leads to the bathroom. Entering the women stalls, Zane closes it and placing me over the sink, he kicks my legs apart.
“You don’t know when to stop pissing me off, do you?” he demands as his hands fidgets in his pockets and I wonder what it is he is looking for there.
“What… What are you doing?” I ask as he flips my gown upwards and something cold rubs against my butthole.
“What the…” I trail as I yelp in palm.
Zane spanks me two more times before he rubs it carefully.
“Hey, what are you doing?” I ask as a different kind of pain catches me unguard.
Instantly, Zane’s dark laughter feels my ears as he forces what I come to realize is a butt plug in my ass.
“You monster,” I cry out shaking my ass gently to take the plug farther into my butt.
“Keep up with that mouth and you will take my cock in it,” Zane grits out and I roll my eyes, taking the heed to shut my mouth.
I don’t fight the plug up my ass, but I notice that it is so different from the ones he has been using before, thus when Zane places the plug in place, he helps me straighten and I fill the extra stretch of my my ass.
“That is uncomfortable,” I mouth out shrugging.
“It wouldn’t be a punishment if it fits right,” he says winking at me.
We are both calm now, thus, we can talk.
“I am sorry about back there, but I just needed answers to my questions,” I fidget with my hands on the hem of my clothes.
“I get it, baby, you have all right to ask questions, but don’t throw tantrums at Daddy. Are we clear?” he demands and I shake my head in agreement.
“Words, London, use your words, so that I know we are on the same page,” Zane blurts out.
“Yes, Zane. That reminds me, what will I call you while we are here?” I ask feeling my cheeks redden as I look towards the ground.
“Why don’t we try, Sir? You seemed so eager to use that on me the other night while I will fucked you,” he says his mouth having no control filter or whatsoever.
My eyes gleam as I stand on my tiptoes and kiss him full across the lips.
“I can’t stop loving you when you are such a big softy, Sir,” I say trying the words against my lips.
We aren’t both familiar with that endearment, but he will soon adapt to it, just like he did when I first started calling him Daddy Zane.
Sighing, Zane closes the distance between our lips, deepening the kiss that makes us burn with desire.
“Let’s go before I fuck you in the women’s stall,” Zane says laughing at the sound of that.
I wouldn’t mind but when I try walking, the butt plug fills me incredibly well and I moan unexpectedly.
“I am wet just by the dirty things you say to me, Zane,” I cry out as he pulls me towards the entrance that leads to the big French doors.
“Wet, huh? Wait till the night is over, baby. We will reaccess those kinks of yours,” he chuckles opening the door for me to enter into the beginning of my night at Raeger’s Club.