Zayn's Maid

Chapter 4

We drove up a huge runway which led to a grand double-doored mansion.

"Great," I thought, "there must be at least 15 rooms for me to clean here."

The car crunched over the gravel, slowly drawing to a halt just outside the house.

"So...this is it," he said, hopping out and opening the passenger door.

I refused to get out, folding my arms across my chest.

"I'm not coming out," I huffed.

He rolled his eyes and unbuckled my seat belt, "so this is how it's gonna be."

He scooped me up, throwing me over his shoulder with ease, and I wasn't light let me tell you.

"Put me down!" I cried," what are you doing?!"

"Well you wouldn't get off your arse and walk so..."

I sighed as he opened the huge doors, flopping me onto the black marble floor and stepping over me.

"Uck," I sighed, getting up to my feet and and brushing it off.

"Do you want to see your room or not?" he asked, walking up the stairs which split into two different directions.

I gazed at the house in awe, it was surprisingly tidy for a guys house. I felt stupid just standing there and followed him, Zayn looking over his shoulder and smirking at me.

"I have a room?" I said, shocked that I would have such a privilege.

It would probably be in the attic or something, full of dust and cobwebs or a tiny bed that an elf wouldn't even fit in.

"What, did you think I was gonna make you sleep on the couch?" he laughed.

I frowned as he opened the door to an elaborate black and red boudoir, a large black chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

"Why do you want me here Zayn Malik?" I asked confused.

"You know? To clean, make my bed which I really do not know how to do...some other stuff," he explained, winking at me.

"Your disgusting," I mumbled, flopping onto my new bed.

"Just make yourself at home why don't you," he mumbled under his breath.

"I will!" I cried.

He laughed and walked over to the wardrobe, pulling out a skimpy little outfit. My eyes widened as he waved it in front of me, grinning all over.

"And your uniform-"

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" I screamed, throwing fluffy cushions at him.

He dodged them and laughed, teasing me with the truly hideous costume.

"Nope."

I groaned and flopped into the thick duvet, tempted to punch this creep in the face.

"I hate you," I said into the blankets, hiding my face.

"Come on, you don't really mean that," he whispered, crawling over me.

I looked up to find him straddling me, holding me down by my wrists.

I screamed, " Get off me you pervert! What do you think your going?!"

He pressed his lips against mine, shutting me up for a while. His tongue slipped into my mouth, making my shudder. Somehow I managed to release my hand from his grasp, slapping him hard across the face. He surprised me by chuckling, winding my hair round his tanned finger.

"Sweet dreams babe," he whispered in my ear, sliding off me and shutting the bedroom door.

I sat up and stared at it long after he left, wondering what just happened. My body was shaking, feeling shocked and confused.

What was this guy going to do to me?

* * * *

I woke up in a tangled mess on his four-poster bed, the slutty maid costume staring at me on the wardrobe door. At first I thought I was dreaming, the room spinning around me like a scary whirlpool.

"Where the hell am I?" I asked myself, my voice croaky from sleep.

The door creaked open, a dark silhouette creating a shadow over me. I sat bolt upright and screamed, pulling the sheets over my naked body. I must have stripped during the night.

"You scream a lot, don't you?" said a familiar voice.

That's when it started to sink in. This was not a dream.

Before I knew exactly what was going on, Zayn was leaning against one of the posters, pulling the duvet away from me. I grabbed it back, fighting with him. He was a lot stronger than I was, pulling it completely off the bed until I was just lying there, stark naked. I yelped and ran into a corner, trying my best to cover myself up.

"I am nude..." I breathed, looking down at my bare body.

He laughed and came closer to me, one hand placed on my waist, the other on my shoulder. I flinched, part of me wanting to shout in his face. But I had no energy, no spark inside me anymore.

"I know," he whispered in my ear, making me shiver, "then put some clothes on."

He grabbed the maid costume, dangling it in front of me. I grabbed it as a source to cover my naked body, holding it in front of me.

"Well? Are you gonna put it on?"

I frowned at it and pouted, I didn't know where he had hidden my own clothes.

"Get out," I said firmly, pointing towards the door.

He sat on the end of my bed, arms folded.

"Make me."

I rolled my eyes and clutched my body, feeling awkward as he looked me up and down.

"Close your eyes," I sighed, giving in.

He did as he was told and I examined the outfit carefully, wondering how I would even squeeze into it.

I pulled on the tutu-like dress over my head, tying the apron round my hips in a bow. I felt his eyes gazing at me and looked up to find he had been watching the whole time.

"You really are a pervert aren't you?"

He nodded, "pretty much...wow."

His eyes widened as I placed the little frilly hairband over my long ringlets, my cheeks burning.

"Would you stop looking at me like that?"

" Master can look at you as he may please," he smirked.

I stormed out of the room, throwing myself down the stairs. He followed close behind, closing the front door as I tried to escape.

"Not so fast."

He pinned me up against the huge wooden door, making me feel out of my depth. He had this power over me, somehow making my heart race when he was close.

"Zayn..." I breathed.

He went to kiss me again, pausing suddenly,

"Make my bed," he ordered, pushing away from me and giggling to himself.

That cunt...