Wicked Lust

Chapter 17

I sat up and pulled the sheets over my body, looking at the door in a panic. It had remained slightly open just as it was left when I came in. The window was still firmly secured and locked with the blinds being closed. The room was silent except for my nervous breathing and racing, irregular heart beats, trying to box out of my chest then and there. I pulled off the bed sheets and placed one foot on the ground to keep it as quiet as possible to detect any suspicious sounds that lurked around. Maybe I was just too damn paranoid and loopy from hospital medications. Maybe it was all in my head, but I wouldn't give it a rest..at least not yet. I placed my other foot down on the ground and walked to the window, creeping an eye through the blinds to see nothing but pitch black. I gulped and closed it again, walking out of the room and roaming parts of the house. The dark back yard was my biggest fear, mainly because of the black cat that would randomly pop by and frighten me with its bright green eyes. Zayn was the only one who would ever be in the backyard, usually to take his daily smokes and have his privacy. After having a full tour of the house, I realized it was all in my head and sighed. 

Hours went by and sleep didn't look like an option. Being alone terrified me from right to left, feeling so used to Zayn always being around while I slept. I rummaged through the closet, trying on different clothes and staring at myself in the mirror once I had a tight, red laced lingerie corset on with the stockings to match it. I bought my hair down from the ponytail it was restrained in and let my hair loosely fall into place to pass over my breasts and messily dance past my shoulders. Without make up, it didn't feel right to me. I drug through a small box for my familiar red lip stick and slowly adjusted it on to fit perfectly across my lips without a spot left naked or bare. Puckering a few times to get the lipstick spread evenly, I then rattled my hand around in the box to look for the black smoky eye liner. Steadily painting on to the lower and upper part of my eyes, I brushed on a little bit of a smoky grey eye shadow and smudged it evenly until it was finished. The mirror showed an entirely different person. I was stuck looking at the girl who put herself through hell just to have a decent meal and to be beautiful and loved. Sickening memories of feeling loved by men who handed me their money for a one night stand shivered through me with their voices mixing into their own lies that had me convinced of a perfect life. 

"Is this all for me..?"

My thoughts all shattered at the touch of somebody's hands, standing behind me with his hands roaming around my waist. I screamed until I saw Zayn in the reflection, holding me close to his cold body. His hand lifted my hand and he began trailing kisses on my hand, leading a trail all the way up my arm until his lips were greeted by my naked neck. I moaned softly, loosening and feeling less tense at his gentle care. Zayn dug his teeth in, making me gasp and roll my eyes back. My knees fell a little weak, but I kept myself up with my arm swung around the back of his neck, begging silently for more of his touch. Zayn licked his lips with a smirk printed on his roster as he backed away slowly, expecting I'd turn around and beg him. I turned around and jumped on him, smothering lipstick all across his face and neck, leading my hands down to undo the buttons on his shirt and plant kisses all across his chest. Zayn held me up, letting me have my fun and claim territory on him. 

"Fuck me please." I whispered into his ear, pulling my lower body closer to his.

"What's the rush?" He whispered back, spanking me harshly, letting a surprised gasp slip out of my mouth.

Zayn laid me down on the bed and began pressing his soft lips from the start of my ankles to my legs and up to my thighs as his fingers began exploring through my underwear. I mewled in desperation for a rougher touch, but his finger slid up and down my underwear in a slow motion. 

"Zayn, P-Please.." I whimpered again, but didn't catch his attention. 

The laced corset was beginning to bother him since he wasn't one who usually enjoyed foreplay. He sat me up and undid the strings on it from behind, throwing it aside. The pleasant look in Zayn's eyes made me want him even more as he kept focused on my breasts. I covered them both to bother him and smiled, rolling back into the other end of the bed, teasing him with small peaks. He hissed a little under his breath and walked over to where I was, pulling me down on him by my legs until they were both wrapped around his shoulders. Without removing my underwear, Zayn moved part of it aside and dipped his tongue to greet my clitoris. I shivered immediately and moaned loudly, clutching on to the sheets with my toes instantly beginning to curl.