Forced Between Two Directions

Part 2

Zayns Flat

I opened the door to a groggy looking Zayn sitting on his couch. He had a beer in one hand just staring me from head to toe with hungry lustful eyes. I pulled my short skirt down a tad feelig just a touch uncomfortable.

He had texted me this morning demanding I come over and to dress in something "skanky". Standing there infront of him, shortly he got up from the sofa. He stood an arms length away and dragged his eyes up and down my figure. He then motioned his index finger for me to come closer. I stepped forward half afraid. He eagerly grabbed my wrist and led me upstairs to the bedroom.

From the evidence of how he walked struggling up the stairs and the beer he was not at all sober. The sex was almost unbearable with him drunk. He simply coulden't control himself. He would bend me in every position possible, and violent abuse me with his hands.

One night it had gotten so bad that when I came home to Niall, even he knew something was wrong with me. He never questioned any further though if,I gave him a lame but exceptional excuse. As Zayn clumisly led me upstairs, thoughts ran through my mind of what he planned or desired of me tonight.

When we got in the bedroom, he motioned his head for me to stand right next to the bed. He stepped away, taking in my body with his glazed brown orbs. He then came close to where I could feel his breath. He then quickly grabbed the top seam of my skirt and hastily drug them and my panties down to my ankles.

"Now let's see if your wet" he looked down to my middle cocking his eyebrow.

He took his middle finger and made one haste glide across my dry pussy. His eye's grew with angry and frustration. He took his other free hand and slapped me across the face. It was enough to make me flinch his touch when he took his finger and put it up to my shivering lips.

"Suck that little whore" He pumped his digit into my mouth

"That's it...Do it just like that because that's not the only thing of mine you'll put that pretty mouth around" he eerily winked.

He took it out and glided the now soaked finger across my pussy. He took off my black cropped top and lace bra. So now I was fully exposed to him. He then lowered his face down to my nipples. He sucked and nibbled on them until swollen. I couldn't help but moan once or twice.

"Now that your wet" he wispered into my ear.

"Get on your knees slut" he demanded, with that he pushed my head down to his sweatpants covered crotch.

Before pulling down his pants down he firmly grabbed my chin and had my eyes meet his "No teasin or you'll get the punishment".

He roughly pulled down his sweats and boxers.He grabbed my hair and forced his hard member into my mouth. He quickly began to roughly fuck face me.

"Ahh Reyanna take that whore!!" As he continued to deepthroat me.

Two tears streamed down my cheeks,taking a small residue of pink blush from my cheek with it. Before he came he threw me onto the black duvet of the bed.

Climbing on top of my helpless body he spread my legs far from eachother. He licked a long strip with his tongue on to his hand. He lowered his hand to my throbbing core. He opened my folds and rubbed fiercely. After he thrust his hard cock whole into me. Without leaving me anytime to adjust he rammed into me again ten times harder. Faster, deeper, harder.

"Say my name cunt". I didn't say anything. Little Tears strolling down my face.

In between painful thrust he yelled with anger. "I.said.say.my.name!".

His sweat droplets now falling from his brow. Giving in half outta scared.

"Aww zayn! Yess" I moaned.

"That's a good girl", "say I'm better then Niall" he commanded.

I hesitated to obey. I thought that if I said that then I truly was cheating on Niall. Zayn frustrated slapped me across the face sending my neck to turn to its side while still pounding into me.

"Say it! You slut!" He shouted.

Painfully I cried out " Ahh! Zayn your cock is so much more better then Nialls!".

He smiled a pleased one. "Cum for me!" He ordered.

I did, just to get this over. Soon after he finished, also slowing his pace. He crawled off the bed putting his boxers back on.

He threw my clothes at me saying "After you put your shit back on, meet me in the living room".

I nodded in response not being able to find a voice while holding in my tears. As soon as he closed the bedroom door I sobbed.

I got up to look at my reflection on the wall mirror. I sobbed even more. My hair was a mess, dripped mascara,and a finger print bruise was forming on chin from zayns strong grip. How did I let this happen? I questioned myself.

On one hand I could just tell Niall and put an end to all this, but would Niall be too mad and end our relationship? Or do I let this go on.What happens when me and niall get married?

All these thoughts crossed my mind. I put by clothes on and went down stairs. Zayn was on the couch.

He glimpsed at me and said "Next time obey the first time" without giving me any sign of thanks or anything.

I scoffed annoyed. "You can leave now". I opened the door and left.

In my car I changed into shorts and t-shirt, speeding away with the ownership of my body completely lost.