*LONDON'S POV***Zane is so difficult to deal with. I hadn't planned on straying away the main path but I had found some wild berries and I was tempted to follow their trails, munching on some of them. These were the sweetest I have ever had and as I chewed on them, I saw other wild fruits.The reason why I had left the house was because I needed space. One I couldn't have with Zane being so fucking close. I just needed to experience this freedom just like no other, and I don't think it was working, hell no, it wasn't. When I heard a growl, I rushed to see what it was, to my surprise, it was a bear fighting with a snake. "Oh, Jesus!" I mutter as I watch the thick, burly bear use its claws to fight off the black forest snake. It seemed so interesting until I stepped on a stick, the tweak so loud that the bear snapped its head to my side. Dark brown eyes stare at me as I start shaking my head furiously, pushing my hands out in front of me. "No... No... No!" I
***ZANE'S POV***With London, you just can't expect any real thing with her. She is always set on sporting the worst out of you, she has a thing for striking the most dangerous nerves of the human body. As she finishes eating, I set out the hairbrush on the counter, ready to use it on her. "I could pass out if you use that on me," she says trying to dodge the punishment. "Unless your head is aching, which I know it isn't, get over the sink, young lady," I mouth, rolling the towels, and placing them out of the way. "I don't have a headache, but we never know," she says fidgeting. "I want you naked, London. And naughty girls get fucked in the ass. I bet you will know your place when your butt is hot and red from the number of strokes you will receive," I tell her. "You can't punish me, Zane. I already apologized," she spat out. I stopped, my eyes glaring at her. She was defying my authority yet again. "Are we going to add your strokes for talking back or are
***LONDON'S POV***I spend most part of the night crying and when I finally have respite to sleep, it is the early hours of the morning. Immediately as I close my eyes, I feel a cold cup of water splash on my face, I scream as I throw my hands up, fighting for my life. "Jeez! Zane, you can't do that to me, that is rude," I scream out as he pulls me towards the door. "Punishment time, little girl," he grits out. "Please, I am sorry, Daddy," I go into Little girl mode instantly, and as tears spill down my glossy pink cheeks, I try as hard as possible to fight Zane but surrender with how powerful he is. "Come on, little girl, take off your clothes, I will roast that butt of yours until you understand the principles of discipline," he mouths out. I know this is for my protection, for my own good, but is that really true? Is that how we want it to be right now? I wonder faintly, taking everything in my power to restrain myself. "Please, you should truly calm down, Dad
***ZANE'S POV***I have to admit that fucking London with a hairbrush handle should be added as one of my fucking wins. It makes my skin itch and my entire body tighten with perspiration, and that is the most I have to do before my cock burst out into a rough mess right now. "Zane! I am going to cum," she murmurs. "You don't get to cum when you are a bad girl," I tell her. I had left her to sleep out last night, finding it difficult to believe that most of my night was spent hearing her soft sniffles from across the hall. Her heart had wanted to go to her, to tell her I was sorry, to make sure she was alright, but I had to hold back. Fuck! I don't know why I had done that, but it seemed to be the best. I kept thumping in and out of her slick pussy, watching her crying, as much as she has tears in her eyes, I see the desire in her eyes, those wet pools of blue eyes make a lot of difference, and it makes me want to hold out to her even more than it is neces
***ZANE'S POV***I know one thing about London, whenever she has a secret she wants to hide from me, she tries to lie me and then placate me some more. After making her cum three times on my lips, I help her into her clothes, I feed her, noticing the few bites she takes off her meal. A small sigh escapes my lips, leaving the rest as it is supposed to be. Rested. "Zane?" London calls out.She has a cookie box in her hands and as she in munching on it, I see the frown lines above her forehead, she is trying to be as calmed as possible, but I know her already. Too well, if I may be proud to boast about it. "Anything you need, honey?" I inquire, my eyes dancing around hers. She looks away. A clear sign that she is about to do something shitty. After she puffs out the air in her lungs through her mouth, she says casually,"Can you drop me off in town and then, pick me up something later?" she inquires. Busted. I didn't know what this was about, but I felt a bad ai
***ZANE'S POV***I force my legs to walk out of the bathroom and outside, to check on the car. My truck was damaged and I can't bring myself not to he mad at London. Fighting the breathe pushing through my lungs, I resist the hurt in it. "London will be the death of me," the words spill out of my lips as I enter the car, reassessing it. I pull away from the tree and help pack it on the open field, close to the shed I use as the garage. I carry the shopping bags and notice the milk and snacks inside, I ignore it, walking towards the house. I had heard it clearly, she thought I was a heartless mafia acting like a bloody mountain man. Does she hate me? I couldn't help but ask. Anything I fight the anger running through me, I walk around the room, hoping the stress and pain will help me out. "London?" I call out to her. Silence. That is all I am greeted with. The calmness of the house. I walk into the bedroom we share and I see her sitting on the vanity, her
***LONDON'S POV***I can't continue fighting Zane on his need to talk to me, but I spend most of the morning in bed. When my stomach grumbles, I slide out of the bed and into the bathroom, cleaning myself up. I make sure to bathe and brush my teeth before heading downstairs in a mini-robe I choose to wear. Zane is working on his phone and I remember briefly that I need to check mine. I make a mental note to go through it discreetly later. "Good morning," I mouth as I walk into the kitchen, avoiding his burning gaze on my skin. I don't want to think that he has an added advantage over me. I see a covered plate of food and I open it. Pancakes and eggs are there. I go for a glass of Apple juice and eat till a bite can't get into my mouth again. After trying my best to relax, I cleaned the plates I had eaten and made sure the kitchen surface area was clean. Walking out of a kitchen, for the first time, I catch a glimpse of Zane and those big hooded eyes of his are
***ZANE'S POV***I don't know what to do with London. She is a messy mess on the table where I had stationed her, tears stained on her cheeks and the desk. She is a whimpering mess, I want to good her, comfort her, but it doesn't stop the fact that she lied to me. As I make my way to the door, she calls out on me, her voice small from screaming so loudly these last few minutes. "Please, Daddy, untie me," she begs. I ignore her, walking right out of the door. Anger makes me flex my hand, stretching the flesh in and out as I wanted pain to cut through me as much as I wanted to inflict it on that mother fucker that dared hurt London. I place the call out and Reaper picks it up after a couple of rings. I hear a feminine voice, I know he is having sex but this isn't the time to wait for him to finish. "Call the girl off, Reaper, I have something I want to talk to you about," I say. From the tone of my voice, Reaper knows not to fuck with me, and I hear a few female voices scurry alon