Mr. Malik

What were the perks of working for an eccentric billionaire, you ask? Did you want a list? Because I am sure I could enlighten you. I didn’t just clean his laundry, I helped keep it dirty. And he was damn good at keeping me dirty.


1. Prelude

My breathing was ragged as I stood bent over, my hands planted firmly on the plush suede of the arm chair. There was no bend in my knees as I stood motionlessly in the six inch black stilettos he fitted me with. My body was bare, except for the thin fabric of the black lace garter belt that adorned my exposed ass and the thigh high stockings it was tightly clipped to. There was something so very thrilling about this, about the stance he put me in.

Zayn wasn’t even in the room. He just positioned me here and left me. How long had it been? Five minutes? Ten? The muscles in my legs were beginning to burn from the strain. But the heat pooling in my lower regions – an enthralling sensation that was ravaging me – was worth this tedious torture.

My breathing hitched when I heard his footsteps. Was he coming to finally stake claim on me? Would he finally put me out of my sexual misery? Oh, I hoped so.

“Your ass, Miss Mason – it’s absolutely divine.” His voice was low and seductive and sent a startling quiver all throughout my lower regions as his hand smoothed down my backside.

I didn’t make a peep, he didn’t give me permission. I just smirked to myself knowing he couldn’t see me.

“Now, Miss Mason. I heard that,” he said, his voice scolding, causing my insides to clench. Heard what?

His fingers of his right hand gripped onto the strands of my long blonde hair, pulling my head back in one swift motion, straining my neck as he pressed his pelvis into my backside, his left hand gripping across my front, squeezing my right breast tightly. I could feel his erection against me through the rough fabric of his trousers. That mixed with his dominance was doing me in.

“I heard the crack of your smile,” he breathed lowly into my ear in a menacing way that only he could make sound hot.

“Do I amuse you, Miss Mason?” I was too busy trying to stifle my moan to reply.

“Answer me,” he snapped.

“You amuse me so much, Mr. Malik,” I replied, my voice quivering only slightly.

“Are you mocking me, Miss Mason?” He asked in a less threatening tone.

“Never,” I choked out.

“Never, what? He snapped.

“Never, s-sir,” I stammered as I tried not to whimper from what he was doing to me, what I wanted him to do to me.

“Good girl,” he breathed in my ear, letting my hair loose as his hands drew back, sliding slowly down my bare back.

“Like I said, Miss Mason, your ass looks absolutely divine. I wouldn’t mind fucking you in it,” he said, his voice low.

My breathing shuddered with his words. He wanted to fuck my ass? I didn’t know if I was ready for something like that.

“Does that burden you, Miss Mason?” He questioned, his voice sounding amused.

“Burden? No, sir.”

“Then what?”

“I’ve… just… I’ve never…” I bit at my lip, feeling slightly uncomfortable at just the thought.

“You’ve never been fucked in your ass?”

“Never, sir.”

“Well…” he breathed, and I could hear his own smile and it alarmed me because I had no idea what he was going to do.

When I felt his finger swipe across my anus, I shuddered in shock.

“Relax, guileless girl. I would never do anything you weren’t ready for. You know the safe words,” he breathed lowly as his finger pressed lightly against the sensitive region. “Repeat them for me.”

“’Yellow’ to slow down, ‘red’ to stop,” I recited, feeling grateful he never gave me a reason to use such words.

“Good girl,” he said again, swiping his finger down my cleft before he sunk it inside of me.

“Always ready, Miss Mason. I like that,” he groaned as his finger moved fluidly, in and out.

I wanted to let out a groan myself, but knew I shouldn’t. I also wanted to move backwards, meeting his finger thrust for thrust, but I knew it wasn’t a good idea. I knew his plan wasn’t to fuck me with his finger.

“You are insatiable. Always a pleasure, Miss Mason,” he murmured as he nearly finger-fucked me to oblivion. As an un-bridled moan escaped my lips, his finger stilled inside of me.

“Oh no, Miss Mason. You are not allowed to come,” he breathed darkly in my ear and my insides clenched again.

“Not yet anyway. Not until I’ve given you permission,” he told me sharp-tongued as he removed his finger.

I bit my lip to hold it all in. I wanted him to fuck me. And I wanted him to fuck me hard.

“Oh, Katherine. What shall I do to you today?” His voice came out more playfully than before.

It always caught me off guard when he used my given name rather than my surname with a ‘Miss’ attached to it. I was never allowed to call him Zayn – not when we were in these situations.

Mmm. I think I’m just going to proper fuck you… and hard. And I am going to admire this sweet ass of yours the whole time,” Zayn groaned, his fingers digging into the flesh of my backside as he squeezed it in his hand. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips.

“This sounds pleasing to you?”

“Very much, sir.”

Mmm,” he said, giving my behind a swift smack before pulling away all contact. “Me too, you sultry girl.”

I heard the quiet sound of the zipper on his trousers opening and it sent a rush of pleasure straight through to my core. Oh, I wanted him. I wanted him that second.

I felt his hands on my hips before I even felt his presence. I was too distracted by the screaming ache in my body to pay attention to things around me. But as soon as he was touching me again, all my focus was on him, wondering just what was next.

Oh, Katherine,” he sighed, pressing his now exposed erection to my backside. The intimacy in his voice was startling. The more he said my name, the more I wanted him to.

I groaned when I felt the tip of his penis touch my opening. Yes, this is what I wanted.

“Uh-uh-uh,” he tutted, pulling back contact, causing me to groan once again.

“Oh, Miss Mason, you are quite eager,” he chuckled darkly.

I wanted to scream ‘YES, JUST FUCK ME ALREADY’, but I knew he would disapprove.

“Your patience has paid off, Miss Mason. I shall reward you.”

And with one swift motion, he slammed into me hard, giving me everything I wanted. I cried out immediately as my back arched and my fingertips dug tightly into the suede fabric of the armchair.

“So willing, so accommodating. Oh, you feel so good, Miss Mason,” he grunted as he pushed and pulled my hips in rapid time.

It was already building inside of me. From his finger-fucking to his actual fucking, he had me on the edge, ready to jump right off.

“Oh, Miss Mason. Do not come. Do not come until I say so,” he warned as he moved faster and faster inside of me.

How on earth did he expect me not to come?

I bit my lip and tightened my grip on the chair, wanting nothing more than to lose myself. How could he expect such unparalleled obedience from me? How was I supposed to hold myself together?

When the throbbing of my lip was too much to bear, I released the flesh from my teeth and dropped my mouth open, letting out a low groan. He surely couldn’t expect me to keep quiet during all of this.

“Oh, Miss Mason. Everything about you…” He groaned, reaching his hand around momentarily to fondle my breasts before he needed it back on my hip to continue his break-neck speed.

“Oh, please,” I whimpered when I could feel my orgasm building and building.

“No!” he shouted, smacking my ass hard. I whimpered again, dropping my head down, squeezing my eyes shut tightly as he continued to work me over.

“You will come when I say so,” he growled through his teeth, continuing his domineering assault over me.

I would come whenever my body gave out, whether he wanted me to or not. I just hoped he’d give me my say-so before it happened. My fingertips ached as they dug into the chair. I wasn’t sure how much longer I would last.

As if out of nowhere, Zayn stopped abruptly inside of me. My eyes burst open wondering what he was doing. Had he come without me? Was he even going to let me come? The thought of not finding my end was agonizing.

He pulled back slowly, almost pulling out completely and my stomach clenched. Then he slammed hard into me, causing me to cry out. He did this three more times and I was sure my body would defy him.

“You. Can. Come,” he said through gritted teeth as he slammed into me one last tormenting time.

And as if his words were really my trigger, my body lost it, coming all around him as he too lost himself in a low grunt.

Holy fuck.

Zayn’s body fell forward against mine, his cheek pressed against my back as I felt his whole body pant against me. My arms and legs felt like they were about to give way and it was as if he sensed it, because he gripped me around the waist and turned me in his arms as he sat back on the chair that was my foundation for so long. He pulled me onto his lap, my body still teetering on top of him, keeping me filled, keeping me his.

“Oh, Katherine. Always a pleasure,” he breathed into my ear in a low voice, causing a wide smile to form on my lips.

Always a pleasure, Mr. Malik.

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