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I can tell he wants me.
But he wants me to tell him what I want verbally.
And I refuse to.
The sadist in me finds pleasure in taunting him, seeing how far I can push till he finally breaks down and takes me over and over again.
Trembling as I imagine Zayn pushing me against the door, stuffing my dripping pussy with his fat cock, my fingers move to the first few buttons of the shirt that I wear.
The bra I wear is a deep red and his gaze shifts to my breasts as I slowly unbutton my shirt. The shorts I am wearing are black, but I make no move to remove them. Have to give him something to take off later on.
Gathering my long hair up, I pull it into a makeshift bun, picking up the pen he was using before and using it to secure the rough looking bun that I know Zayn finds very attractive.
His eyes sharpen when I move to his shirt now, and he doesn’t resist, even lifting his arms, ever so helpful in my attempt to get rid of his shirt.
“Well,” he sounds darkly amused. “You got my shirt off. What are you going to do with me?”
His words are a throaty roar, tinged with want, dripping with a carnal desire that he chains up inside, a chain that I want to break.
He watches me through hooded eyes as my shirt slips down my shoulders to rest at my elbows, half of my upper body bare for his inspection, and look he does.
I move forward till my hands rest against his chest, and I spread my fingers in his coarse hair, exploring.
“Since you want to sit there looking pretty, I guess I can do what I want,” I muse.
I lean over and press a kiss to his jaw and then another one, and another one till I am lavishing the column of his throat with soft kisses, licking and sucking at leisure.
There is something powerful about him just sitting there and letting me.
His hands come to settle on my hips, and they tighten every so often. So tightly pressed am I against him that I can feel the bulge in his pants hardening.
Unable to help myself, my lips are pressed against his shoulder, and I sink my teeth in, a bruising bite, careful not break skin, but making sure it stings.
He makes a hissing sound, and I hide my smirk against his skin when I feel his hard cock pressing urgently against me through his pants.
However, I am not expecting him to snake his hand into my hair and grip it tightly, pulling it back in a grip that is both harsh and yet has my heart pounding wildly.
“Are you sure you want to play this game, Eve?”
His tone is soft, so very soft, and I see the dark part inside his eyes lurking, watching with anticipation.
“I could break you.” His nose comes down to skim along my exposed throat and plants an open-mouthed kiss at the hollow of my neck. “It will be the most exquisite of pleasure, along with pain. You won’t be able to tell either apart, and you’ll come to crave both.”
I swallow as he keeps giving me soft tingling kisses.
“This time, when I fuck you, I’m keeping you.”
I grit my teeth, finding my voice. “I’m not a thing to be kept.”
He makes an amused sound. “No? Didn’t you just mark me, stating your claim over me?”
He grips my jaw lightly with his teeth and breathes. “I would gladly wear your marks on my skin. Let the world know you own me.”
I feel a thrill run in me at the words. “Do I? Do I... own you?”
He tightens his grip in my hair, wrenching it back till my back arches, my breasts on complete display for him.
A sound of sati
