***LONDON'S POV***It has been One week and a half since I left home and I've been homesick, then, with help from Michael and Oliver I had gotten over that feeling.Oliver hasn't touched me, nor has he beaten me, which is strange. Also, Michael had been super friendly towards me. Whatever their plan was, I was now tired and wanted to go home.This was kidnapping, with the exception that the criminals didn't want ransom over my head. This also happened to be a break from Zane's abusive nature. But then, there is this part of me that wants to go back to my husband, I miss him. How controlling he is in bed and uhm... the spankings.I can't be that fucked up in the head to the extend of missing him, but I wanted Zane. He was a bad guy, but damn it, Zane was my bad guy. My daddy, and I was his daddy. The last part made me smile a little. It was evening on a Sunday and the sun was setting down. Michael had said we were going to eat dinner outside and I was anticipating it. Unlike the
***LONDON'S POV***TWO MONTHS LATERIt has been two fucking months of living hidden with Oliver and Michael.I don't know what is happening outside of this old dilapidated looking mansion from the outside, but inside, I had developed fondness for Oliver and Michael. We shared chores amongst ourselves but on under no condition was I ever to go outside, or let my face even be seen. My baby bump was more than visible now. On a few occasions I went out, Oliver had prepared a doctor to run checkout on me in private which he had done so nicely. "I need to go our, Oliver. I am running mad already," I say flushing. Michael chuckles from the couch and I shoot him daggers with my eyes.They had gone through my pregnancy with me, offering me the weirdest shit that ever exist in history. "Come on, London, I have a solution for you. We could go clubbing, but it would take about two hours drive to get there. We can't risk your face in any of the clubs here. Especially as your husband owns alm
***LONDON'S POV***I cried myself to sleep, and by the time I wake up, I see the familiar face of Zane staring at me. "London," he calls out, his eyes softening. "No, Zane. I have to go back," I cry out and he doesn't understand why. "Did you hit your head or something? You are were you are supposed to be, with me," he mutters. I know if I have to protect Zane, I would have to say harsh words to him. "No, Zane. I don't," I grit out. "Is it because of some dude with sandy brown hair? For fuck's sake, I saw the way he ground his groin against you, you weren't dancing, you were cheating on me," Zane spits out. "Don't fucking talk to me like that, Zane. You don't know what I have been through for you," I say warningly. "And what is that? Whore yourself like a bitch?" he shoots out and I slap Zane across the face. "I might have left you, but I was with men who truly loved me. They gave me the best I could have asked for, not spank me or punish me," I cry out. Zane gasp,
***ZANE'S POV***"What's going on, doctor? Why is she passing out?" I ask staring at my wife's pale face. "She is not going through this well. If we don't do a C-section now, she and the baby might not survive," he explains. "Oh shit! I just had her back, doctor, I can't lose her," I wail. "You will have to step outside, Mr. Vincenzo. The faster we save her and the baby, the more likely we will close the risk of losing them," he explains. I am escorted outside where I join my men in the waiting room. "I thought you went to help your wife deliver your baby, what happened?" Micah asks, concern filled his voice."She's going into a C-section now. London was so weak to push," I say. "It must be from all the baby girl treatment she received from the last few months. I heard she was with her ex," Micah shoots out. I balled my hands into fists but I don't try to punch him. That wouldn't be a good move right now. "Shut the fuck up, Micah, that's not going to help," I mouthed. "Nope,
***LONDON'S POV***I know the minute Zane stepped out of that bedroom door that things were bad. I knew that whatever was going to happen, this man wouldn't forgive me as well. Walking downstairs, I hear Reaper saying it. "Two shipment cars went down today. We don't know what happened. No one was seen doing the act. It's like the car was punctured before that," Reaper says angrily, and I hear something crack inside the office. "Who are you suspecting?" Zane ask."Michael? He left a note warning you, that worse is going to come in the next few days," Reaper says. My chest was about breaking from it's cage right now. My heart was punctured, nothing even made sense as my breathing was ragged. I was so mad about these men taking their threats on ruining Zane so personal that I didn't hear the click on the door. If Zane hadn't had caught me, I would have come crashing on the ground with my full force. Our eyes meet and he glares at me with betrayal. "Something you want t
The group of pajama-clad girls giggled as London turned off the lights, rendering the dorm room completely dark. The pitch inky blackness was punctuated with one single candle flickering on the window sill. London took a swig from the bottle of cheap vodka being passed around the group and sat down to rejoin her friends. The half-dozen girls sat in a circle on the floor surrounding a cardboard store-bought ouija board. One by one the girls belligerently asked the “spirits” in the room to answer questions, most of which involved boys and sex. When it was her turn, London closed her eyes, drumming up dramatic effect, and asked her question. “Will I get knocked up this year?” She bellowed in a creepy voice, mocking the faux scary seance. London didn’t believe for one second in the existence of anything supernatural. She only believed in partying, of which she was an expert. As long as the booze was flowing London was up for anything, even a stupid seance in
Her skin stretched to the point she thought she might pop. London stared in horror as the spawn moved beneath her taut bump. “How is this even happening?” Her mind raced trying to figure out what he had done to her. Before London could wrap her brain around an answer, agonizing pain radiated from her core, spreading throughout her body. The devil removed its tentacles from between her legs and stared intently at her gaping gash. As the pain became more intense, pressure built against her hips. London tried to cry out, but the probe in her mouth muffled her. She could feel something big bulging out of her raw pussy. A dark essence oozed from her slit, growing bigger as it emerged. London couldn’t believe her eyes as the heavy streams of black smoke rose from between her legs and hovered next to her beastly lover. She felt like she was being split in two while the spawn escaped her body. Her stomach deflated as the smoky black demon emerged from her, takin
“Bleeding money London! Our numbers are down for the third straight quarter. I will not have this debate with you again. Thank God Zane is willing to take time out of his schedule to straighten this mess out!” Reaper bellowed in her ear, hanging up the phone before London could argue back. Reaper Wallant was thirty years her senior and treated her like an insolent child. London boiled with rage as she slammed down the receiver. Her hand fished in the shiny cup on her desk, pulling the neatly sharpened pencils out one by one, snapping each one between her fingers while imagining her daddy's neck. If her status hadn’t made up so much of the fabric of her identity, London would have left the old bastard years ago.** Rage poured out of London like hot molten lava as she blazed an angry path back to her office from the board room. Oliver Smith had just brought down the hammer that Reaper Wallant had supplied. The business was to be liquidated and parceled ou
He smiles and gives my bottom lip a suck. “I think you can take whatever the fuck I want to give you, sweet girl,” he teases, circling his hips again so he’s hitting my clit with every teasing thrust. He pulls my hair harder, giving me a delicious mix of pain and pleasure, pushing me so close to the edge I swear I can taste the powerful orgasm that’s only seconds away.“Please,” I beg. “I need to cum, Damon. I’m going to go crazy if I don’t.”He brings one hand down to cup my tit, giving my nipple a hard enough pinch to make me gasp. “My sweet little tease,” he says, giving my bottom lip a not-so-gentle bite. “Cum around my cock, baby. Let me see how much you love it when I spread you wide.”He starts to fuck me harder, making it impossible for me to do anything except hang on and try to remember to breathe. Each hard thrust sends another rush of pleasure through me, and when I start to cum, he pinches my nipple harder and brings his mouth back to mine, swallowing my screams with a hu
My heart races at his words and my pussy is so wet, I know there’s a large, growing wet spot on my shorts. “That’s exactly what I want. Breed your naughty little virgin, Damon. Make me yours.”“Fucking hell,” he groans, reaching down to grab onto my hips and flip me over. He runs his large hands over my body, roughly pulling off my shirt and yanking my shorts off so I’m naked and face down on his bed. He grabs onto one ass cheek, giving it a hard squeeze. “Get ready for some pain, baby,” he says, before giving me a hard enough smack to have me squealing and tensing up in surprise.“That hurt!” I yell, glaring at him over my shoulder, my ass cheek still stinging from the spank.He laughs and winks at me. “It’s a punishment, baby. It’s supposed to hurt.” He gives my other cheek a hard smack. “How else will you learn not to be such a little teasing brat?”My ass feels like it’s on fire, and when he spanks me again, I grip the bedding tightly and try to wiggle away.“Oh no you don’t,” he
“God, your tits are amazing,” I growl, watching as my cock slides in between them, coating her skin until she’s glistening with my precum.“Just wait until you feel how tight my pussy is,” she says, giving me a wink.“God, you’re such a wicked little girl,” I groan, fucking her tits faster. I desperately want to cup her other tit and press them together while I fuck her, but there’s no way in hell I’m letting go of her wrist. She wants to touch me, so I’m not going to let her. I just squeeze the one tit I’ve got and fuck her harder, loving the soft moans she’s making.Even though I’m not fucking her tight pussy and giving her exactly what she wants, she’s still panting and moaning and rocking her hips, and I know she’s so fucking desperate to cum she can barely stand it.“You like me fucking your tits?” I ask, thrusting against her even harder.“Yes,” she moans, leaning her head down to run her tongue over my head every time it gets close enough.“Fuck,” I groan when she manages to ge
“Holy fuck,” I whisper as I watch a video of Addison fucking herself in her bed.She looks sexy has hell, and the way she’s moaning and pinching her nipple has me wishing my lips were wrapped around her right this fucking second, teasing her hard nipple with my tongue and teeth while she whimpers beneath me. Her small hand is fucking herself in a fast, needy rhythm, and the sounds, good god, the sounds of her wet pussy are enough to almost send me over the edge. When she starts to cum, she looks right into the camera and moans my name.I’m stunned and more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life. Spent and satisfied, she gives the camera a cute smile and blows me another kiss.“How long are you going to make me fuck myself while I fantasize about you? My little pussy aches for you, Damon. Please give me what I need and make me feel better.”Her sexy plea has my head spinning. Before I can even think about what to do about this, I start the video again and grab my cock, jerking off to
“Are you okay?” I ask, giving him an innocent, sweet smile.“I’m fine,” he says, taking a drink of water. He looks at my mom as he brings his hand under the table to grab onto my foot. “This is really delicious, Mary.”“I’m so glad you like it. You’re welcome for supper anytime. I know it’s hard for you bachelors to get decent meals sometimes.”He smiles and grips my foot tighter, warning me to stop. I wiggle my toes and press harder, sliding my foot up his thigh until I feel a very large cock under my foot.“Wow,” I say in a breathy rush before I can stop myself.Damon looks like he’s biting back a laugh while my parents look at me like I’ve lost my mind.“This spaghetti is just really good, Mom. I mean, wow.”I know my face is beet red, but there’s nothing I can do about it. He loosens his grip on my foot, and I immediately start to explore. I knew he must be big, but this feels huge, like crazy huge! I have to force myself to keep eating and behaving normally and not like I’m feeli
Author's NoteNEW TEASER STORY. ENJOY READERS. BELIEVE ME, IT'S ONLY SPICE AND NO PLOT. TEACH ME A LESSONADDISONI tell myself that I need to stop staring, that it’s a huge invasion of privacy and putting me so far into stalker territory that I may neverfind my way out again, but no matter what the rational part of my brain screams at me, I just keep staring. I can’t look away from the hard, sweaty body that’s punching the living hell out of the heavy bag hanging up in his garage.My new neighbor is the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on and more than twice my age. He’s an MMA fighter and has the body to show for it. When I found out he’d moved in, I’d taken to spying on him. I know it’s wrong, but that doesn’t stop me or make me want him any less. Besides, I’m eighteen now, so it’s not like something couldn’t happen between us. I just need to give him a kick in the ass apparently. So far, he’s ignored all my flirty looks and half-naked outfits.While I plan my next move, I keep my
***ZANE'S POV***When I had walked out to check on the women by the pool, I hadn't expected to see Dante crawling right into the water. The ladies hadn't noticed it. But he is fine now, I have the day saved. As I watch London dress into bumo shorts and a hoodie, she looks sexy, considering beneath that hoodie is her small bump growing already. Inside the car, I am the one driving and London is fidgeting beside me, her hands twisting uncomfortably on her thighs. "Why do I feel like this is going to be something bad?" she asks more to herself. "You don't get punished for almost drowning my son," I spit out.She gasps, and then use the back of her hands to wipe the rogue tears spilling down her cheeks. "If you don't stop crying, I will give you a reason to," I mouth out to her and she snifes. "Sorry, Zane," she says. I had left her to cool down my burning energy, I need her to understand that not being conscious as a parent would make her lose her baby, and she would be even more
***ZANE'S POV***If I thought disciplining London wouldn't want me wanting for more, then I am a fucking liar. Fuck, my cock will soon burst it's nuts in my boxers if I don't get some kind of relief from my wife. Her pussy is a deep shade of red and as she looks at me softly, I know I fucking have to come over and kiss her delicious cunt. "It tastes so good. Open wider for Daddy," I brag out gently. London widens her legs and I fuck her to stupor. Crying gently, she wiggles her butt equally, wanting me to get a deeper penetration with her. "Zane! Oh! Owwww!" she cries out and I frown at her. She has taken out the gag from her mouth. "Should I feel your mouth with my cock before you shut your mouth?" I back out the question. Embarrassment clothes her features before she shakes he head, refusing what I had just said."I'll be a good girl, Daddy, please, fill my pussy with your cock," she begs. I don't replace the gag, but I stuff two fingers into her pussy while I
***LONDON'S POV***"Good girl, that is it, you take my cock so well, open wider," Rio barks out at Mia. I've never been so turned on before. When I feel Zane's hand slips into my folds, I gasp but he doesn't even show a sign if remorse as he notices how wet I am. Mia is gurgling over her man's huge dick in her throat and I am here getting off with Zane's fingers in my pussy. "You like that don't you? That's what you are, my little whore and I can use any holes in your body because they belong to me, all mine, little slut," he says more degrading words to Mia. When he fucks her harder, I watch in shock as her hands wrap around his waist and he fucks her throat with vigour.When he starts shaking, I feel Zane's finger rub harder against my clit and then, I shiver as I start cumming.Rio splashes his cum all over his wife's face as promised and I squirt out on the table. Zane looks down at me and I shut my eyes in humiliation. Double degradation. The men have a strong game an