Fifty Shades of Malik.

My world.

*Contains mature content*

I was so ready to take this damn dress off. I am tired, angry, and beyond done. Zayn is so confusing once I feel like we are getting somewhere, he changes his mind and turns back into a dick.

I couldn't find that stupid tiny zipper on the strap to unzip it, but I heard a knock on the door.

I went to the door and swung it open. I bit my lip when I saw Zayn standing there.

"What do you want? I said harshly.

"You." Zayn said, pushing me in and closing the door.

I put a finger over my mouth and pointed at Roxy's room. Zayn nodded and followed me to my room. I closed the door behind him and crossed my arms.

"What are you doing here?" I asked angrily.

"I already told you." Zayn said, coming closer to me.

"You don't want me." I said, looking down and taking a step back.

"I want you, Elena. I have ever since you walked into that damn meeting room." Zayn said, pulling my head up to look at him.

"Stop lying to me!" I said raising my voice. I walked away from him again, but he followed me.

"Tonight, when I saw you by that table, I wanted to fuck you all over that room. You looked bloody amazing tonight! This dress is going to be the death of me, especially because you're in it." Zayn said, looking down at me, which wasn't hard since he was taller than me.

"Why haven't you showed me what you do to those other girls?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"You are different! How many times do I have to say that?! You won't be able to handle my world, Elena! I am beyond fucked up! You'll leave and I won't be able to handle it." Zayn said, running his hand through his already tousled hair.

"How do you know I won't be able to handle it?" I said raising an eyebrow.

"You just won't."

"Show me." I said, walking closer to him.

"No." Zayn said, backing up.

"Show me." I walked closer to him.

"Elena, I can-" I cut him off putting my finger over his mouth.

"Show. Me." I said seriously.

Zayn grabbed me and kissed me, then threw me down on the bed. Zayn sat me up and turned me around, so my back was facing him and unzipped the little zipper, then slipped the dress off of me quickly.

Zayn stood up and took out handcuffs. I hid my nervousness and Zayn grabbed my arms, handcuffing them to the bed.

"Remember punishments? You broke three. One you broke was disrespect and you broke it three times, next one you broke was flirting with someone else, third one you broke was ignoring me past an hour. So, five spankings should be good." Zayn said pulling my underwear down. Zayn grabbed my butt cheek and I gasped.

"Mine." Zayn said. I nodded, but he tightened his grip. "Say it."

"Yours." I said, gripping onto the headboard.

"I'm doing it now." Zayn said letting go of my butt cheek. I sighed and tightened my grip on the headboard.

"One." Zayn said spanking me once and I gasped out.

"Two." Zayn did it again and I pulled at the handcuffs.

"Three." I sobbed out lowly.

"Four." I felt like I was going to cry.