Touch (Z.S) (Rewriting)

Chapter 17.

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If I'm being 100% honest, I was terrified at first. What did Zayn mean by punished? Did he mean he was going to hit me? Tie me up and starve me until my next birthday? I put the pieces together when he slammed the door behind us and pushed me against the wall. Now new questions rose to my mind. What stuff was he into? How violent was he going to be?

I lose my train of thought when his lips slam against mine, kissing me roughly. It was full of anger and lust and I was actually a bit frightened to be honest. I move my lips against his the best I could. I was caught off guard so I wasn't expecting that kiss... well I kind of was but... The best I could do now is obey and go along with what he was doing, I didn't need Zayn getting more angry at me.

His lips leave mine and trail down, attaching to my neck. He doesn't hesitate to start sucking and kissing at the sweet spot that he had memorized from the other times we've made out. As hard as I tried to hold back, a moan leaves my lips. As good as it all felt, this isn't the response I wanted. I wanted to actually try to talk it out. He starts to leave small dark purple marks all over my neck.

"Z-Zayn stop. I want to talk this out..." I moan out, my body starting to shake

"Shut up and get on your knees. Show me what that pretty mouth of yours can do."

I open my mouth to protest but he shoots me a warning glare so I slowly sink down to my knees. I get the chills. How was I going to do this? I've never given anyone a blow job, obviously. I reach up, pulling down his sweatpants to his feet. Was I supposed to throw them off to the side or just leave them there? I take my mind off of the pants and stare at the bulge in his boxers. Jesus Christ.

I was going to try to stall him while I figured out what to do. I press my tongue against the fabric over his c.ock, looking up at him. A moan leaves his lips and his tongue swipes over his bottom lip. His hands make his way to my hair and he takes a handful of my hair. He pushes my face closer to his crotch. I let out a ragged breath, my cheeks dark red.

"Just get to it already" he groans

I didn't get much time to figure out what to do but I guess I better get it over with. I take a deep breath, my fingers curling around the elastic of Zayn's boxers. Here goes nothing. I pull them down to his feet, taking in the sight in front of me and I'm nervous all over again. Suddenly I'm stopped by his voice once again,

"Change of plans. Get up" he says, his voice deep and raspy, making me obey his commands right away

"Take off your clothes." a mischievous smirk spreads across Zayn's face and he licks his lips.

I stare at him, eyes wide while shaking my head. "Zayn, no. We need to talk this out. Sex isn't going to-" I stutter, hoping Zayn would stop. Of course, he didn't. He just cut me off. Zayn shoots his hand out, holding my face by my jaw roughly. I swear he was going to leave a bruise there.

"I said take off your clothes" he whispers into my ear in a dangerous tone

That was enough to have me pulling my pants and shirt off. I suddenly felt self concious when I got to my boxers. He was staring at me as if I was a piece of meat and it made me feel smaller and weaker. Zayn gave me a look that's telling me to continue. I take a deep breath, pulling down my boxers to my feet then kicking them to the side. "Aww, come here baby." he coos, pulling me to him.

He slams his lips against mine and I know better than to not cooperate so I kiss back just as rough. His hands make his way down to my bum and he massages the flesh, making me moan into his mouth. Suddenly, I feel myself getting lifted off the ground for just a couple of seconds. Shortly after, I sink into the soft mattress and my mouth is instantly attacked by Zayn's soft, plump lips.