***ZANE'S POV***I grab London's waist and pushing her skirts to a bundle around her waist, I pin her panties beside her and go full lips on her pussy. "Ow! More, please," she begs, rubbing her pussy over my mouth. I feast on my wife like it was my last meal and when I pull out, we are both panting, our eyes merged into one another. Rasps aftershocks emits from London and when she calms, down, I kiss her forehead. "To bed, little girl, and don't disobey, Daddy. I don't want to have to punish you before we go out tonight," I tell her, trailing kisses over her head, face, neck and down her breast. Leaving her on the edge, I pull up. "Stay with me, please," she says. Shaking my head, I kindly decline her invitation, and walking towards the door, I say, "I will be back in a few short hours to wake you up," I say closing the door behind me. Downstairs, I go to the playroom and have fun with Dante. Fifteen minutes later, I am walking back to my room, wanting to snuggle
***ZANE'S POV***"How many strokes should I give you, London?" I ask massaging her butt. "Five, Daddy," she says softly. Looking down at her pussy, I strike her ass with my hands and she cries out softly. "No, please. Ten. You could give me ten strong," she adds. "Are you sure you are up to ten strokes, honey?" I inquire holding the flogger in my hands. "I have to admit that I don't want to get punished, Daddy. But I need to feel that stink on my skin," she cries out. Alright, my woman is damn hot, but unless she stops fiddling on the fact that she wants me to punish her and does silly things, it might truly not end well for us. "Ten strokes with the flogger, baby, and you don't get to cum," I mutter. "No. Please, not that. You know how rough I am when I don't cum, Zane," she says looking back at her shoulders. I almost laughed if not that I held my breathe tightly, and my chest rumbles.Rubbing my hands over her waist and back, I land the first blow. "One.
***LONDON'S POV***I grab my purse and turn around when the door bangs open and seeing Zane, my eyes widen."Where the hell are you going to?" Zane asks. I frown because we have somewhere to be right now. "What a silly question is that? At the fundraiser of course," I blurt out trying to sidestep him but he just stays there like a brick wall, blocking my escape. "Zane?" I say softly. "You ain't going anywhere. Take off your clothes," he orders. I gasp and an unhealthy smell of alcohol hits my nostrils. "You are drunk, you should get some sleep, I will fetch you some water," I mutter trying again to walk past him. "And I said you should take off your clothes. You want to be a good sub and do that for me, honey?" he questions and I stay there gaping at him. I don't think I want to obey Zane, but he seems relentless. Thus, I obey. Butt naked, I stand before Zane and he whistles. "Did you drive home? I thought you were only going to have a drink downstairs?" I ask tr
***ZANE'S POV***"Madam Nikki. Have a sit please," she says her hand pointing to the chair on the other side of her desk. Eyeing the boy she was punishing one last time, I take the sit and look at her. "Zane Vincenzo," I introduce myself, clasping the offered hand before me. "Why do I have the pleasure of welcoming a Vincenzo in my office this evening," she asks politely, her eyes dancing around my face. "I would love to register as a dom here, but only for the spirit of it. I don't care what the benefits are, that doesn't interest me," I tell her plainly. Frowning, she ticks her fingers before coming back with a reply for me. "Well, you need to have about ten million Euro in one of your accounts before being admitted as a club Dom, and from your family's record, I can assure you that you match the criteria without even flipping the book to check it out. Bringing me the legal documents, I sign them out. And one of the benefits of being premium is that you have acc
***ZANE'S POV***"Madam Nikki. Have a sit please," she says her hand pointing to the chair on the other side of her desk. Eyeing the boy she was punishing one last time, I take the sit and look at her. "Zane Vincenzo," I introduce myself, clasping the offered hand before me. "Why do I have the pleasure of welcoming a Vincenzo in my office this evening," she asks politely, her eyes dancing around my face. "I would love to register as a dom here, but only for the spirit of it. I don't care what the benefits are, that doesn't interest me," I tell her plainly. Frowning, she ticks her fingers before coming back with a reply for me. "Well, you need to have about ten million Euro in one of your accounts before being admitted as a club Dom, and from your family's record, I can assure you that you match the criteria without even flipping the book to check it out. Bringing me the legal documents, I sign them out. And one of the benefits of being premium is that you have acc
***LONDON'S POV***I spent all night waiting for a man who came straight to the bathroom and went under the shower. Alright, I am being a jealous bitch and I am the fucking reason he went out in the first place, but please, I don't want to think he was with another woman and now, he is washing out the remnants of his mistress' scent on himself. "You cheated didn't you?" I ask, my eyes on his own. I notice the frown on Zane's face and I wish I could take back the words I had just spoken but it was too late now. "The fuck? Do I look like a cheat now?" he demands frowning at me. I feel embarrassed and although I try to hide the shame on my face, I feel it grow hot and I look away now. Squeezing my neck lightly, he forces my face on his. "You don't say it and get embarrassed now, do you, London?" he asks fiercely. I shake my head, but Zane is bent on passing his point across.."I am sorry, Daddy. I shouldn't have even run my mouth about that. I feel like an idiot," I
***LONDON'S POV**FRIDAY NIGHTI 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 y
***ZANE'S POV***I see the moment my wife cracks between my fingers, the moment she regrets her decision of lying to me, and it is at that minute I draw my fingers from her pussy, sticking it into my mouth and sucking it like a starved man while my eyes are still buried on hers. "Daddy," she whimpers. "Yes, Little girl," I reply with a smug smile on my face. "I was going to cum," she whines out like a baby. Closing the distance between us, I kiss her passionately on her neck, dragging those kisses out as much as I can. When she starts reacting, I pull away, letting her feel the stink just the way it should be. "I know, but I thought you were not feeling well?" I press slowly, waiting for her anger to snap between her. "Fine. I am fine," she cries our rubbing her bottom on my already hard dick. Wasting no time, I grab her beneath her bum bum and encourage her to wrap those tiny legs around my waist, when I unclick my belt, I force my dick in her, making her part her li