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Chapter Three

Zane

W ren fucking James entranced me the first time we met.

The second time, I knew it was the universe pulling us together.

I could see in her eyes that she needed someone like me, but I sat back and waited for her to be ready.

Her innocence was palpable even through the hard facade she showed the world.

Maybe I’m the only one that can see through it, but I know deep down that my girl needs protection, guidance and a strong hand to enforce boundaries and rules.

I’ve been watching my little songbird, waiting for the perfect opportunity to introduce her to the discipline she so desperately needs.

Getting drunk off her ass last night pissed me the fuck off.

She drank everything her friend placed in front of her causing her to become more and more intoxicated.

I watched from the shadows, sipping on a whiskey as the warmth seeped into my veins.

Wren, the unwitting center of attention, fluttered like a songbird unaware of the predators circling.

Perhaps she was a melody in their eyes, a symphony of desire.

However, I had to introduce a few of them to my fist for salivating at what’s mine.

Wren is mine. She doesn’t know it yet, but my little songbird flew right into my nest and she’s not getting out.

I was her silent guardian long enough. Now it’s time for me to be the storm that shapes her wings.

Axel called me this morning to inform me that she wasn’t at the shop when he drove by. Although I was initially pissed, the primal need to tame her overcame me leaving me hungry for something only Wren can satiate.

My tattoo appointments go by in a blur as my focus remains on my curvy redhead at the shop counter. Once my last client leaves, I clean my space quickly. Wren is sweeping when I approach her from behind.

“Lock the door, Wren,” I whisper into the shell of her ear.

She jerks away, dropping the broom from her hands.

She turns slowly, with an adorable blush creeping up her cheeks.

I’ve known she was attracted to me since our first encounter.

Shit, even I couldn’t deny the pull I had towards her.

And as fate would have it, she answered my ad I’d put out looking for a receptionist.

“O-okay.” She pops her gum in her mouth as she turns on her heels. Oh, this little vixen is testing my limits. She knows exactly what she’s doing. And it will be my pleasure to put that bratty mouth to good use later tonight.

“Wren, I need you in the stock room.” I don’t wait for a response as I turn toward the back of the shop. She’ll follow if she knows what’s good for her.

I move around the room placing inventory in the correct places as Wren stands in the corner wringing her hands together.

The room hums with anticipation—the air thick with desire.

She holds her breath, waiting for the next movement, a dance of questions play across her face until she can’t take any more.

“Look, I’m sorry about this morning but forcing me to stand here while you sort inventory isn’t my idea of a good ti–” she trails off because I’m now standing before her ready for the next smartass comment to come from her sweet lips.

“Do you want to finish that sentence, sweetheart?” She shakes her head.

I tsk, “I thought I was clear this morning when I told you to answer me with your mouth.” My finger trails along her jaw as she looks at me with fierce determination.

I grasp a handful of her silky hair at the nape of her neck, holding her steady as I lean down to her eye level.

A small moan escapes her lips, sending a bolt of electricity straight to my cock.

So, my girl likes pain. My mind spirals with all the things my little songbird will be introduced to.

“I’m sorry, sir ,” she spits out. Before she knows what’s happening, I’m seated with her spread over my thighs, her squeal echoing like a dissonant chord. “What the hell, Zane?”

“I told you this ass was mine. Now, you get to see what happens to naughty little girls.”

“But I-” I smack her ass over her jeans to get her attention but not enough to sting. That part will come later.

“What’s your safe word, Wren?”

“Fuck you, this is insane,” she hisses, as she tries to move away. My grip tightens on her waist, my fingers digging into her luscious curves.

“I’d watch that mouth if I were you. Instead of washing it out with soap, I’ll fill it with my cock,” I chuckle darkly, already knowing what her mouth will be full of by the end of the night. A whisper of a moan slips from her lips, confirming what I’ve known all along.

“So, I’ll ask again. What is your safe word?” She blows out a breath, then grunts. Moments tick by until she answers.

“Safeword.”

“Yes, what’s it going to be? We don’t have all night, Wren.”

“I said, it’s safeword,” she smirks, looking up at me through her curtain of red hair. Fuck, this little vixen is going to be the death of me.

“Oh, little songbird, I don’t think you understand what I have in store for you.

Now, let me tell you what's going to happen.

First, I'm going to spank this sexy ass of yours for being a naughty girl at the bar last night.

Then, I'm going to fuck your mouth. Finally, I'll fuck your pussy until you forget your own name.

How does that sound, Wren?" Her breaths quicken with each word I speak, her body vibrating with a mixture of lust and fear.

“Do you want to use your safe word?” She shakes her head no. “Words, Wren,” I command.

“N-no, sir.”

“Good girl.” I place her over my lap and begin unbuttoning her jeans. Her round ass jiggles slightly as I pull them down over her hips, revealing a thin scrap of fabric.

The outline of her pussy calls to me, and I can’t wait to sink inside her warm heat.

I rub my hand over her ass, savoring the moment. Her body is tense, waiting for the first strike.

“So beautiful.” She melts against me, her body softening with my praise. “But in need of some serious guidance.”

I pull the panties down and over her plump ass, leaving them around her knees. Her breathing picks up, her chest rising and falling with every inhale.

“Please,” she begs.

“Please what?”

“Just get it over with.”

“Get what over with, little bird?”

“This,” she replies, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“If you think your smartass mouth is going to save you, you’re mistaken. It will only get you in deeper trouble. And don’t try to convince yourself that’s not what you want. I can smell your sweet cunt from here.”

“Fuck you,” she mutters under her breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, sir.”

“I guess we’re adding disrespect to your list of transgressions.” She whimpers, her body quivering as I slide my hand down her ass. “Do you have something to say, Wren?”

“No, sir,” she whispers.

“Good girl. Now, let’s start.” I give her ass a few taps, not enough to really hurt her, but enough to bring the color to her cheeks. “You will count each stroke out loud. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she says through gritted teeth. I rain down a series of swats on her upturned ass, loving the way her pale skin turns pink with each smack.

“Fu-uh, five,” she cries out, her body writhing in pleasure.

“Are you enjoying this, little songbird? Is your pussy wet for me?”

“I’m not talking to you.” She wiggles her ass, taunting me.

“You’ve been a very bad girl, Wren.”

“Maybe I like being bad.”

“Then your ass will stay as red as the devil’s dick, my little songbird.”