***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
***LONDON'S POV***I am sitting in a booth with Zane where a makeshift table is in front of us. We are not alone here, there are other people who came to see. I guess that makes us all voyeurs. When I felt Zane throw a blanket over my lower body, I frowned at him, wondering what was going on.With confusion evident in my eyes, I watch him pull his lips down my ears and whisper only for me to hear. "I want you to be a good girl and put your leg over mine," he says his voice dark and filled with lust. "Here? Wouldn't people see?" I questioned and noticed how dim the lights got until only the people on stage were seen. Broadening my eyes, I stare at Zane in utter shock. "That was unexpected," I say giggling as I comply, putting my leg over Zane's thigh. When he arranges the blanket so that no matter what happens it won't slip out above me, I stare at his face and all I see is the determination of a man who wants his wife to have fun. Smiling, I lean over and kiss his
***ZANE'S POV***"Vincenzo? Jesus, Zane, get a sense of decency," I hear a familiar voice groan out before I open my eyes. The club is dead and apart from a few people making out at the end of the dimly lit room, I spot a few drunkards and that is it. "Fuck, what happened?" I ask feeling like my head will be divided into two if care is not taken. Yawning, I glare at the man in front of me, frowning for a second as his face gets a name in my head. On alert, I grab Don Russell on the lapels of his shirt and pull him towards me, the memories if last night coming back in a rush. "Where is she?" I growl, the sound beastly. Russell frowns and pushes me away from him to stand. "Where the fuck is who?" he questions his tone suggesting that I calm down and talk properly. "My wife," I bark out fiercely. Alex comes in, a pretty mile on his face and Reaper behind him."Hey, Zane. Nice cock you have there," he says and I look down at my soft cock, although deflated, it still has