Lust -Zayn malik-

This story is about 18 year old Jade.


4. Slave

I opens my eyes slowly. The room seems so unfamilar.

Where the hell am I?

Then slowly, I remember, it all, Zayn fall asleep, with his arms around me. I must have been sleeping too. I looks around the room. Zayn isn't here! This is my chance to escape!

I look down myself, I still only wear my bra, and undies. I pick up my shirt and leggings, fast take it on, then I look out of the room.

Zayn isn't anywhere to be found.

I'm freeeeeeeeeee!

I tip toes to the front door, but before I open it, a storng arm, capture me, by my waist.

"Where do you think, you're going babe?" Zayn's voice whispers in my ear.

"Well... I was just looking for the bathroom" I fast say.

Zayn let go of my waist, and turns me around. He is only wearing a towel! I can't get my eyes from the towel, eventhrough I really try. I don't want to look stupid. Zayn notice.

"Like what you see?" He smirks at me.

I blush and look away.

"Not at all" i mumbles.

Zayn raises his eyebrows.

"What did you say?"
"Nothing" I fast says.

"Come" Zayn say, nodding toward the bedroom. I shiver a little.

"No thank you, i'm fine in the hall"
"Do you want a punishment, already? I told you, do as you're told" Zayn says smirking.

I don't find this funny, at all!
I sigh and do as Zayn say.

When I arrive to the bedroom, again,  sit on the bed. Zayn pulls out some boxers and clothes

He release the towle, and I fast turn my head away from him.

"It would be nice to get a warning next time" I hiss.

"No, it's okay, I don't mind" I can hear the smile in his voice.

"But I do!"




When Zayn's dressed, he hand me, one of MY dresses?

"Where did you get this from?" I asks schoked.

"I wen't to yours to get you some of your stuff, now take it on" Zayn smiles at me. His eyes burns, they are dark and lusty.

The dress was one of my favs. But I've never used it in the day time. It was a tight red dress, it stopped at my thighs, and it highlights my breasts.

Zayn looks at me, as I slowly opens up the buttoms in my shirt. I wasn't going to protest, I was way to afraid of him.

"Zayn! Don't look!" I hiss.

"I don't mind" Zayn smirks.

"Again, I do!"

"I've seen your bra already" Zayn answer.

I sighs, stand up, turn away from him, opens the shirt and take it off.

I pull the dress over my head, it haven't straps, so  when I got it on, I take my bra off too, I hate, when my clothes, don't look right.

"Take off the leggings too" Zayn whisper, he's suddenly right behind me, sending shivers through my body.

I do as he says, and before I have the time to turn around, his arm are around my waist.

"I suddenly remembered something" Zayn whispers.

"And, what's that?" I asks, even through I didn't really care.

Zayn's other hand, appears on the one of my breast sqeezing it gently.

GOD, that feels so good!
"I didn't touch your boobs, yesterday. Sorry, my bad" Zayn whispers, his voice lusty.

I want to get away from him, but the feeling are so damn good.

I lie my head back on his shoulder, and a moan escape my lips.

"Good girl" Zayn whispers´. His hand, get inside of my dress, and he squeeze my breast again, a little harder this time.

"Get. The. Fuck. Away. From. Me" I cooly says.

"Easy now. Remember, your my little slave, babe"

"I'm not! You can't force me to do anything I won't do!" My voice is louder in my head.

"Let's see about that" Zayn get's his hand of me, and push me on the bed.


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