Little Me [Zerrie]

7

perrie

Zayn pulled me into his estate and dragged me to the stairs. I was, in a way, trying to get away from him, but it was no use. I was no match for his strength and will never be.

"Zayn? Flower? Is that you?" we heard Candy's voice and footsteps coming near us.

"Yes, Candy." Zayn said, barely even acknowleding her presence as he guided me upstairs.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

Zayn scoffed. "To my room."

"What are you doing?" she asked.

Zayn pointed to me. "Her."

I gulped and my eyes felt hot. My vision became blurry and I looked to Candy for help but she couldn't do a thing. I was Zayn's 'property' and I had to obey him. It was one of his stupid rules.

He burst through his bedroom door, pulling me along behind him, and looked to his master bathroom. Zayn opened the door and pushed me in there.

Zayn took off his pants and I stared at him blankly. "We both smell like the hospital." he explained. "Strip. We're taking a shower."

"T-together?" I stuttered and cowered in the corner out of fear.

He laughed. "Obviously! Damn, Flower. You act like you've never done this before."

Maybe it's because I haven't, I thought to myself. Zayn had everything off except for his gray boxers. He immediately came over to me and ripped off my clothes, exposing my body. I cried out for help but he silenced me with a kiss.

My first kiss.

Our first kiss.

I was pushed into the shower and he switched on the water. It was freezing at first and Zayn laughed at me as he stripped himself of his boxers. I wanted desperately to punch him and I wished to be brave like Jade. She's probably teaching Styles a lesson as we speak.

"Zayn, please." I begged and he harshly kissed me again, groping me anywhere he could. "You haven't given me enough time. I've only been here for a day!"

"That was before I knew that I would get the results right away." Zayn pulled me so close, our wet foreheads were touching and my heart stammered as we looked deeply into each other's eyes. "You're all mine now, Flower."

He crushed his body against mine and I stumbled back against the shower wall. Zayn was blocking all the hot water so I began shivering against the cool touch of the wall. Zayn roughly kissed my lips, jaw, collar bone, and made his way down to my chest. I held my breath, trying to distract myself with something else but it was literally impossible.

I felt something unfamiliar poking at me from down-under. I was frightened and looked down. Zayn was trying to enter me. I squeezed my thighs together tightly but Zayn just used his knee to spread them apart.

"Zayn, please don't do this--" he cut me off with another kiss to my lips.

"You're so f*cking tight! I can't even get myself in you." he complained. I wanted to shout, 'WHAT DO YOU EXPECT?! I'M A VIRGIN!' but I kept my mouth shut.

"I need to get you buttered up." he stated. I had no clue what that meant but it can't mean anything good. Not for me, anyway.

"I will do anything, Zayn. Just please stop touching me." I was crying now and I tried to stop myself for fear of being slapped. I've had enough from the doctor today and I don't need another beating.

I felt a strong grope on my bum and I yelped. "You're mine now, Flower." he licked his swollen lips."I can do as I please."

Zayn kept trying to thrust himself into my and it hurt like hell. My backbones hurt from being pushed against the wall with each thrust. I cried and cried, begging for him to stop but he refused. And to think that some women actually like this? It's beyond sick.

"Zayn, you're going to--"

"I'm going to what? Hurt you? Who the hell cares?"

"I do!" I screamed at him.

I then felt Zayn penetrate my body. It was a pain like no other. I screamed as loud as I could. I tried pushing him off but it was no use. He grabbed my hands and held them high above my head but not before picking me up so that I was straddling him against the wall.

"Hold on, Flower." he demanded as he pushed into me, the bathroom filled with his deep moans.

"Zayn," I cried, tears stinging my eyes.

For the first time that we've been in the shower, he looked at me. I mean, really looked at me. He saw the fear and panic in my eyes that I've been portraying throughout this whole experience with him. Zayn let his arms drop and slid himself out of me. I thanked him by actually taking a breath. I felt like I'd been holding it in this whole time.

Zayn stepped out of the shower but I remained standing there as the water turned cold. He pulled on his boxers and the jeans he had been wearing before. He swung his shirt over his shoulder and turned to me. I hid myself with the shower curtain.

"Believe it or not," he said. "I was going easy on you."