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"I already told you – no," I say sternly.
"Hm, pity," Zayn replies, pulling something out of the drawer. "I guess I will have to punish you, after all."
Chapter twelve
"WhosaysI'llagreeto it?" I argue, tensing up. "You can't just decide topunishsomeone."
Zayn looks over at me, his hand still hidden from view. "Of course not. But you consented the moment you agreed to come here with me. Didn't you? You're far to proud to back out of a challenge. Tell me I'm wrong."
His gaze pierces me as he waits for me to answer. He knows I agreed but if he thinks I'm going down without a fight, he's wrong.
"And what if I say you are?"
He shrugs. "Then we stop. But you'll have lost the game, kitty cat."
Fucking asshole.
Zayn grins at me, knowing I'm cornered. "Close your eyes."
I consider arguing, but going around in circles is just going to delay the inevitable. The truth is I want to be here… I want a challenge. I want to feel something other than the fucking, burning inferno in my stomach that Asher has caused.
I lean forward and put my coffee down, shooting him a warning look before closing my eyes. As soon as I do, I hear his feet shuffling as he makes his way over to me.
"I'm going to blindfold you. Just so I can be sure you won't cheat."
"I never cheat," I argue, making him laugh.
Zayn ties a piece of fabric around my eyes, making my world a little darker. In more ways than one, I guess.
His hands lightly grab the sides of my waist and I tense up. He pauses, his fingers digging in to affirm their stable position.
"I'm not going to touchyou. I am going to touch your body, but not like that. Because when I do, it will be after you beg me."
I laugh, but it's with uncertainty. "Keep dreaming."
"Always do," he says, his fingers reaching for the bottom of my shirt. I hold my breath as he lifts the shirt up. I expect him to remove it but he stops before my bra can be exposed. His fingers move to the button of my shorts, but before I can speak he reassures me again, that he's not going to touchme.
Similar to my shirt, he unbuttons my shorts and wiggles them down, but just enough that my hips are out in the open. They are hanging low, enough to tease but also enough that I'm still covered.
"How do you rate your pain tolerance?" he asks, making me raise an eyebrow behind the blind.
"I put up with your brother. What do you think?" I respond, curious where this is heading.
Zayn chuckles. "Good. You're going to feel some… sensations."
I open my mouth to enquire as to what sensations when I hear the flicker of a lighter. I freeze, trying to listen for other sounds but nothing comes.
Not until I felt something hot land on my stomach.
"Ow, what the hell?" I yelp, pushing myself up. I feel his hand on my sternum, laying me back against the chaise.
"Relax. Focus on the feeling."
My fingers dig into the chaise on either side of my body as I brace for more. More hot liquid falls onto my stomach, but it quickly eases off and I realize what it is.
It's a fucking candle.
"Wax, really?" I ask dryly, but my fingers are still digging into the fabric beneath me.
