Simple Pleasures [Zouis/Zarry; Zourry] *Hybrid* //On Hold//

Chapter 3

I didn't edit it well because I'm too damn tired and its getting late. But I feel guilty if I don't update like a promised. I'll edit this BETTER tomorrow!

Dedication: @JustAnotherNerd because she helped me to find the person to do this cover because I can't do covers well. I'm practicing tho! YEAH! PIECE OF SHIT JUST GOT UPGRADED TO PEICE OF SPARKLED POO.

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"Oh Zay Zay! Here kitty, kitty!" The all to familiar sickly sweet voice taunted his ears.

Zayn mewed quietly in disappointment, knowing it was time to go back and wait till his services were needed again. The wooden door creaked opened to reveal a man in a leather jacket and combat boots with a teasing smirk outlined with stubble. 

Zayn curled under the sheets as if he could disappear in the white fluffy duvet from the living hell called his life. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

"Zay Zay! Get out of the sheets right now!" The imitating man demanded but a hint of playfulness laced his command, as if he was being amused.

He loved torturing people, Zayn being his favorite to mess with. Zayn showed the most strength, will power, and one of the very few who had the audacity to fight back a bit. It was one of his favorite pass times.

Without a fight, being too tired to even hiss and groan Zayn crept out of the duvet and tugged on his secured collar. " 'M sorry." The apology sounding hoarse and weak.

"I'm ready." He mumbled despising the scratchiness in his voice from the harsh blow job earlier. His limbs were, as usual, tense and when the man grabbed onto his shoulder he winced at the burning sensation. 

"Let's go Zay-Zay. You do have a photo-shoot tomorrow!"  He snickered, clasping the leash to the collar and tugged Zayn out of the room.

"And after that you got two busy days." Zayn merely nodded trying to catch up with his handle's pace to prevent choking but the sharp turns made his face turn into a purple-ish color. 

"D-Dominic." Zayn's choked call made the man turn around and glare at him. "What." Dominic seethed sharply.

"C-can you l-loosen this?" Rolling his eyes at the cat boy's request he tugged him harshly and loosened the slightest bit. "Only because your costumer for the day said you were a good little slut for the night." 

Finally getting air through his airway, they made it to the front door where Zayn's costumer stood there nervously.

"Thank you for choosing us for your pleasurable needs, yada yada here's a coupon. Now open the door." Dominic rolled his eyes and handed Zayn's costumer a pink card, taking Zayn's bag and strutting out. 

With an awkward wave good-bye the man shut the door and Zayn mentally sighed. 

'It was nice while it lasted.'

He looked forward to see only darkness being illuminated by a couple of very dim street lights and the moon only helped a tad due to the fact that it was hidden behind fog. He tugged on the collar that was making his neck red and scuffed as he was pulled roughly to the back to the white van.