His Weapon

XVIII

"Say something" I insisted after he remained silent for a while. My heart broke to be hearing myself say those words but that was the truth. As much as I love Zayn with my entire being, I can't stand being treated like trash by him. I want all my memories of him to be pleasant, his smile, his voice and how he'd touch my back to comfort me when I'm nervous and so on but so far there aren't many good ones. I didn't want the bad overshadowing the good.

"Come here!" He spoke tenderly, opening his arms slightly and I instantly threw myself in his warm embrace. I didn't wrap my hands around him, I just nuzzled my face in his neck, inhaling his scent.

He ran his fingers through my scalp, massaging me as I breathed unevenly.

Suddenly, I found myself laying small kisses over his neck. What the f**k? I have never ever made the first move on him. He always got it across at how much he hates it. He is the only one allowed to start anything intimate so I had no idea where I was getting the balls from. My heartbeat began to speed up as I got more bold with my kisses.

He didn't push me away, his fingers kept scraping my scalp but soon grabbed my head, navigating it and he tilted his neck a little, giving me more room. I pulled my body closer to his, kissing and licking even sucking and biting. Small pleasurable sounds left his mouth. I wish I could touch him.

His hand left my hair hastily and next thing I know I was being lifted off my seat onto his laps. He squeezed my butt, dragging me closer to his manhood that was already rock solid. I moaned, daring to stop my kissing spree. For a second I stared into his eyes that seemed hungry for me. I love seeing him like that, desperate for me, only me.

He didn't make a move, all he did was watch me. Slowly, I leaned in so our noses were touching. My lips fell open.

"I don't know what you heard but it's definitely not what you think. I know I shouldn't be saying this but I only ever want you" I whispered, feeling his uneven breaths hit my face. I had no clue as to where I was getting my braveness from, I could feel it was just seconds away from turning out against me. He's known for always flipping the switch on me.

I wrapped my hands around his neck, I f*****g touched him. Unlike other times he didn't tense up, it's like he barely noticed I was touching him or either he did but didn't show it.

I pulled his head forward, smashing my lips against his, not letting him utter a single word. I kissed him, I was in control. My tongue fought his for dominance as I pulled him closer to me. What the f**k is wrong with me? There I was practically telling him it would be best if we terminated the contract to chewing his face off?

He kissed me back longingly, wrapping his arms around my body and pulling me closer to his chest. I brought my left hands between us and planted it firmly on his chest, feeling his muscles and tracing over his countless tattoos.

He brought his hands to my vest and pulled down both straps, revealing my breasts. His lips instantly attacked them. Sucking, biting and licking everywhere his mouth touched. I leaned my entire body backwards to give him more space.

I couldn't believe it, we were actually doing this.

"Playroom" I breathed out, reminding him. He ignored me for a second, biting harder on my n****e which caused me to moan a little bit louder as well. I began to grind myself on his manhood, feeling his d**k twitch against my clothed crotch due to the thin fabrics we were both wearing.

"No, I want you here and now. It's too far, the playroom." He abandoned my breasts, pulling me up straight and kissed me deeper, hugging me tighter. I kissed him back with fervour. There was so much want in our body language. He palmed both of my cheeks, pulling me back to look at me.

"I'm really really sorry" he begged again and I couldn't help nodding furiously and smashing my lips back to his.

"No, listen!" He pulled me back again.

"I will never treat you in such a manner again, I swear it" I bit my lips, watching him.

"Please don't hate me!" This time he bit his lips, pulling up my gown strap and caressing my cheek. I leaned into his touch, screwing my eyes such.

"I still think this is a bad idea" I chuckled, peeling his hand off my face. Fear flashed through his eyes, his face dropped. "But I'm never going away unless you want me to. I'd be whatever you want me to be and as long as you're trying, I'm staying"

"Promise?" He said and I tried to hold in my laughter and put on a straight face and that caused him to laugh. He brought out his pinky finger and I gave him a weird look which made him wiggle it in my face to get my attention back to it. We pinky swore on it and he finally looked pleased.

I love his smile, I wanted to tell him that but I didn't. All I did was stare at his face as he smiled, storing a perfect picture of it into my memory.

I reached out to caress his face but instantly froze. His eyes scanned my hand as I tried to subtly pull it back.

"It's funny how you think it's okay to touch me one second and then panic the next" he smiled and I laughed, shaking my head as I tried to lift my body off him but his hands instantly held me down. Wait! Did he just indirectly say I could touch him?

"Where are you going?" He asked and I groaned, bringing my head to rest on his shoulder.

"Nowhere since you wouldn't let me go" I mumbled and he chuckled, rubbing my hair and I planted a soft kiss to his neck.

We were silent for a few minutes, only savouring each other's touch and my mind wandered.

"Zayn?" I asked hesitantly and he hummed a reply. I swallowed hard, nervous as to what I was going to ask.

"Do you mind showing me the playroom?" I asked, pulling back so I could look at him. He seemed hesitant at first, staring at me questionably.

"I can't take you in there now" he concluded and I frowned.

"Why not?" I pouted and he smiled, clearly amused by my actions.

He trailed his fingers up my arm, erupting heat all over my body just by the way he looked at me. "You look soo fuckable right now, if I took you in there now, you wouldn't be able to walk out, probably for days" he smirked and for a minute all I did was stare at him like he had grown two heads.

"What?" He asked and I shook my head unbelievably.

"It's nothing" I said and he frowned slightly, dragging my body closer to him which caused me to grind against him. I bit my lip, suppressing a moan and he gave me a knowing smirk. He's acting different, he never spoke to me like that. He always had a proper way of speaking to me like he was the only one who knows English.

"Come on, tell me!" He whined, moving me back and forth on his manhood which caused me to let out a strangled moan.

"If you stop, I'd tell you" I grabbed his shoulders, trying to still myself.

"You don't want me to stop" He smiled and I chuckled, knowing he was completely right.

"You're acting different, are you okay?" I asked, genuinely concerned. "How?" He asked but I knew he knew exactly what I meant.

"Uhhuh" I moaned, wrapping my hands around his neck and pulling him closer. My head rested next to his and he instantly turned, nibbling on my earlobe.

"You know what I mean. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing" I said truthfully and for a slight second he paused but picked up his movements again.

Without replying, he stood up and I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist so I wouldn't fall down. His large palms rested firmly on my behind as he squeezed softly and began to walk.

"Where are we going?" I asked, trying to look back but I couldn't see clearly. He didn't reply, instead, he kissed me. "Shut up!" He said between our kiss as he kept walking. It was almost a never-ending trip to wherever he was taking me and the only thing that made it bearable was his tongue sticking down my throat. Not to mention the fact that he bumped us into walls several times because he was more focused on devouring my mouth.

Finally, he pushed a door open and quickly stood me to my feet, running towards a drawer, leaving me looking like a lost puppy as I stared around. It must be his room, it couldn't even be compared to his bedroom in his apartment. His parents do have an exquisite taste if I must say. I continued to look around in awe.

"Got it" he walked past me towards his bedside table hastily as I just watched him in confusion.

He took off a painting from the wall and revealed a scanner which made me furrow my brows. Without wasting time, he scanned his thumb and suddenly there was a door I hadn't see earlier. My eyes almost popped out of its socket as my feet carried me closer to him.

"Your parents would be amazed to know you have something like this well hidden in their house" I was impressed, as the door slowly opened.

"This is my house but I wouldn't be stupid enough to have this in my parent's house" he glanced at me, stretching out his hand for me to come closer and I did. He wrapped his hand around my waist, pulling me even closer. His house? Wow. It was then it occurred to me that I didn't know exactly how rich he was. I mean I knew he's somewhere in like early millions but it just occurred to me that I could be absolutely wrong. This house must cost more than a couple million.

The door was fully opened but pitch black was all we saw. I looked at him questionably and he stepped inside and switched on the light. My mouth dropped to the floor. What the f**k? This was more sinister looking than the one at his penthouse. The sight of it scared me shitless as I looked at him. I tried to play it co but from the look on his face, I knew he knew I was panicking.

Hesitantly he stretched out his hand for mine. I glanced at it, took a long sigh that I felt in my chest and placed my hand in his palm.

I stepped further in and my mouth got dryer by the second. The walls were painted black along with some drawers whiles others were painted red. Also, there were wooden racks that had whips, belts, cloths and many other things I didn't know.

There was also a massive bed, bigger than the other one but the sheets were red. Big wooden structures were also all over the room and I assumed those were used for bondage and several other purposes.

"Impressive" I turned to face him, acting like I was completely fine but he didn't buy it. His stare was hard as he examined me.

"You're scared" he stared and for a while, all I did was stare back at him but then suddenly I gave in, nodding my head nervously.

He took giant strides towards me and took my face between his palms.

"You have nothing to be scared about, I won't hurt you" I nodded, grabbing his right hand. "You can choose what you're okay with" he said and I nodded yet again. He quickly kissed me and pulled away.

"No clamps" I said and he chuckled, nodding his head with a smile.

"No blindfolds" his face dropped there but I stood firm. I wanted to see him, his face filled with pleasure as he had his way with me.

"Okay, no blindfolds" he agreed and I smiled slightly.

"Also, none of those" I gestured towards the huge wooden things in the room and he looked at me like I had grown ten heads.

"Come-" he held my arm softly and pulled me towards a specific one that just looked like a bench but had tall woods on either side with a thick wood crossed over them.

"This one isn't so bad, it just looks scary but it isn't. It lets me f**k you deeper. You'd feel my right here" he walked behind me and rubbed my stomach, trailing his hand down, just above my abdomen. My breath hitched. He didn't pull away like I thought he would, instead, he played with my waistband as he brought his lips to my neck.

"Okay" I gave in, pushing myself closer to him. He smiled against my neck and sneaked his hand inside my pyjama pants. He ran his fingers through my slit and I moaned, throwing my head back in sweet surrender.

"I didn't want this now, I didn't want you thinking all I care about is your p***y" his voice became husky. "But you're such a f*****g tease" he rubbed my bud between his fingers and I cried out softly.

"Uhh, master" I moaned which caused him to release a frustrated groan. His manhood poked my back which intensified the pleasure I was feeling.

"As much as I want to pound into your p***y in this pants, I want you completely naked, for my eyes only" he said and I moaned from his dirty talking. With that, he slipped a finger into me and pulled out instantly and I cried from the loss of contact.

"You're so f*****g wet baby, I almost forgot just how wet you can get just for me, only me right?" He asked and I moaned.

"Yes master" I replied, spreading my legs wider for him, only him. He groaned happily.

"Good girl" with that he slowly slipped his finger inside me. I screwed my eyes shut tightly, this time he didn't pull out. He moved his finger inside me in fast movements that instantly set my entire body on fire. I let out cries of pleasure, clenching my walls around his finger which had him grunting. I couldn't take it, I held onto the wooden structure for dear life, bending my back which caused him to lean in as well.

From the back, I felt my pants being ripped off my body, leaving me half naked before him. His hand came to my back, pushing me further down with my butt up in the air before him. He removed his finger from inside me, humming in response as I stood there in anticipation.

He rubbed my butt. "I missed having you like this, waiting for me to take you, however, I wanted" I attempted to close my legs but he brought his knee between them.

"Keep them opened, I love seeing it this way" with that he trailed his finger from my butt towards my s*x. I gasped, my heart digging its way out of my chest.

He inserted his finger into me and quickly pulled it out again.

"Ou" I moaned. He kept entering and pulling out of me. I could hear his laboured breath. I screwed my eyes shut. When his finger finally entered me, my walls clenched around them and he groaned, slamming in and out of me savagely.

"Uhhh f**k" I cried out, holding tightly to the wood as my body went forward and backwards.

"Ughh" he grunted. "Yes baby, take my finger like the good f*****g girl you are" he increased his pace, making my cries louder. He added another finger, beastly fingering me from the back as I fought myself not to scream his name. My body began to writhe against him, my thighs trembling.

"Oh f**k, yes baby." He pulled his fingers out of me and instantly his tongue ran along my glittering v****a. I shuddered, holding even tighter as he practically sucked me, shaking his head which only increased my pleasure. I felt my abdomen tighten.

He poked his tongue into me, swirling it around and I moaned even louder.

"c*m on my face baby! c*m on daddy's face!" That was my undoing. I exploded instantly and he grunted in approval. Grabbing my waist to still me as he sucked even harder. What the f**k?