Zane’s Punishment

Emma

“Lie down on the bed.” Zane’s first words hit me just as we stepped into my bedroom.

I frowned, feeling completely lost.

Throughout the ride back to the mansion, he hadn’t said a single word. And now, he was asking me to lie down on the bed? What did he even mean by that?

“Excuse me?” I asked him, raising an inquiring brow. But Zane did not look like he was in for a joke. His eyes were dark and cold, and his jaw was set like a stone.

That was enough to let me know that arguing was the last thing I should do at this moment.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, Em. Just do like I said.” His voice was low and dangerous as he replied to me, his fingers unfastening the cuffs off his sleeves.

My heart thudded in my chest and I swallowed hard.

“But why?” I managed to ask. I could hear the vulnerability in my voice and I hated that he made me feel so small and confused like a little child.

“Fucking lie on the goddamed bed, or I swear to God, I’m going to scoop you into my arms and set you on the bed myself.”

With quivering, nervous fingers, I finally stepped back slowly until my legs met the edge of the bed. My eyes never left Zane as I lowered myself and laid my back against the bed. My chest rose and fell visibly as I continued to watch him, feeling like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

What was he planning to do to me?

He watched me with those dark, piercing eyes as he worked at the buttons of his shirt, one by one.

“You hurt my feelings today, mi reina.” He spoke in that low tone that barely contained any emotions. But I knew Zane enough to know that when his tone was this calm, then trouble was brewing.

“And I have to teach you a lesson, my love.” He continued, shrugging off his shirt to the bare floor. His dark eyes swept over me again. “I have to correct you, sweetheart. I have to show you what you get when you hurt my feelings for another man.”

For another man? Was he referring to Asher?

I watched nervously as he slowly advanced towards me. Stopping just right at the edge of the bed, he got down on his knees.

I gasped softly in surprise as he grabbed my hips with his strong, masculine, tattooed arms and pulled me closer to him. Right in his face.

Then, without any warning, he spread my legs apart, causing my dress to ride up and expose all of my thighs. Panicked, I tried to sit up and hold his hand back, but Zane overpowered me.

Pushing me back to the bed gently, he gave me a warning glare.

“Don’t fight me off. Do you understand?”

Silence.

His fingers gripped tighter against my thighs. But it didn’t really hurt.

“Answer me, mi reina.” He hissed at me. “Do you understand?”

I gulped nervously and nodded my head in response.

“Yes.” I whispered back. “Yes, I understand.”

A small smirk crossed his lips. “Good girl.”

God! I hate him. I hate him so much.

I tensed as he ran his hand down my thighs and slid up my dress, exposing my red panties. The way he paused and lingered his eyes on my exposed panties made the space in between my legs clench and turn moist.

A part of me screamed that I stopped him immediately and stormed out of here this instant. But the other part of me wanted to see what he planned to do to me.

I shifted a little as he kissed my legs softly and made his way up to my thighs. Steadying me with his strong hands again, he lifted his gaze and met my eyes. A smirk crossed his lips again.

“How about we play a little game, mi reina?”

A game? What kind of game was he talking about?

As if he could hear the questions that crossed my mind, he added.

“You count to a hundred. When you get to a hundred, try to stop me. If you still want to stop me when you get to a hundred, I will gladly leave you alone. Deal?”

I swallowed hard and nodded again.

“Deal.”

“Good girl.” His grin widened. “Start counting now.”

One. Two. Three…

He parted my legs again. Wider this time. Then, slowly, he brought his thumb to my pantie and rubbed against the position of my clit. I could feel my moistness kissing his finger.

“You naughty, little sweetheart.” He smirked at me again, locking eyes with me while rubbing my wet panties in circular motions. “You’re wet. You like this, don’t you?”

I could hear my breath coming off heavily now. I tried to detach myself from the sweet sensation but it was hard. It was impossible.

Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen…

Kissing my inner thighs again, he slowly shifted my pantie aside. The warm air hitting my bare pussy caused my clit to throb lightly.

“Looking good as always, mi reina.” Zane complimented me, his eyes never leaving my naked pussy for a second. “Inviting too. I want to fuck you really hard. Fuck. I want you to ride my face with this beautiful looking pussy. But not this time.”

Then, slowly, he slid a finger inside. A moan escaped my lips as my wet tightness welcomed him, wrapping around his finger perfectly.

“Fuck, Em.” He hissed, his eyes half open now, looking completely mesmerized by my pussy. “You’re still very much tight. Tell me you’ve not been with another man except me.”

My eyes fluttered and I moaned softly again as his finger continued to pump slowly inside of me. Then, it became two fingers. I bit my lip. I was losing it.

Thirty. Thirty one. Thirty two…

A small feeling of disappointment hit the pit of my stomach when he pulled out his fingers again. I could see my wetness gathered around his finger. A small amused grin was playing on his lips.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Then, he placed a gentle kiss on my thigh again. “You shouldn’t. This is my own way of punishing you. When I am done with you, you would never let another man touch you.”

Didn’t seem like a punishment to me. You don’t punish someone by putting them through a grand ecstasy of pleasure.

Slowly, Zane reached for my pantie again, this time, pulling it down to my ankles. Then, he brought his head to my pussy, kissing it softly before licking along my clit.

I gripped the bedsheets as the overwhelming sensation washed through my entire body. Another soft gasp escaped my lips as he continued to lick and suckle gently on my clit.

“Fuck…” The word escaped my throat before I could even stop myself.

Sixty… sixty one… sixty two…

He licked up and down my clit, gripping my thighs with both of his hands to steady me.

I panted and moaned, my chest heaving heavily. He began to lick me faster, shoving his tongue lightly into my hole, pulling away a little and licking my clit, his tongue making fast, overlapping sounds.

I arched my back, pushing my pussy against his face even more. I wanted more. Not just his tongue. I wanted him. Deep inside of me.

As he licked, sucked, kissed and shoved his tongue inside of me, he pushed his finger inside too, pumping in fast motion.

“You’re about to come, mi reina.”

“Fuck, Zane…” I was moaning even louder now, unable to control myself. I could feel myself reaching my peak. Just a few more sucks and licks and…

Without any warnings, Zane pulled away again. Bringing his finger that was covered with my wetness to his lips, he licked it clean off his finger.

“Time up.” He had that smirk on his face again.

I had been too immersed in the pleasure that Zane was sending my body that I had forgotten to continue counting. But I didn’t need to. What I wanted was him. I didn’t care about anything else right now. Not even my sense of reasoning.

“No.” I whispered, my voice raspy. I reached for his head and tried to lead him back to my pulsating pussy. “No, Zane. Don’t stop now. Please.”

His grin widened. Typical asshole. But I didn’t care about that either. I just wanted to feel him inside of me. I wanted more.

“Sorry to disappoint you, sweetheart.” He began, getting back to his feet and reaching for his shirt. There was a huge bulge in his pants and I was tempted to reach out to him and take his hardness inside my mouth. I wanted to taste and feel that bulge.

“But like I said, this was my way of punishing you. I cannot let you come. That’s the torture.”

I gritted my teeth.

What an asshole!

Smirking again, he buttoned his shirt. “Wash off and meet me in the kitchen in twenty minutes. I’m making lunch.”

Then, without another word, he walked out of the room, shutting the door softly behind him.

My nose flared as a wave of anger washed over me. With my pussy still dripping wet and throbbing with desperate want, I felt stupid that I had allowed him to put me through this experience, only to abandon me just when the heat was getting intense.

I’m going to have my revenge. I swear it.