// 50 shades of black // zjm

Part 2

"So, what should I do with that plump ass? Spank it until it turns red and my hand tires.. or massage it -before fucking it like crazy " Zayn said hovering over me with his deep accent.

Zayn was crazy. I had come to this conclusion as my chest pressed against my fresh blanket, I looked up at him, such a troubled soul. With every move I made his eyes bore deeper into mine. Zayn Malik the world famous singer, who charmed his way though life and crinkled his eyes at cheesy jokes, the same guy who lit up whenever one of the boys dangled a bag of coke in front of him- he had no feelings?

"You have no feelings?" I dare to ask.

"didn't I just fucking say that?"

I inhaled deeply and stood up slowly careful not to piss off Zayn.

"What are you doing? Get back on your knees" Zayn snapped, slapping the bed with his belt.

Hesitantly I approached Zayn, and as I approached him I notice his features harden and his eyes flinch.

His lips parted slowly as if he were about to speak or stop me, but I didn't stop. Instead I grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him. I actually did it, I've only kissed Zayn once, because he didn't like kissing- in fact if he would get straight to the sex whenever we met up, the first time we met in that french club he let me kiss him, he took me to his hotel and he let me kiss him. But that's how he hooked girls, giving them hopes and always lying about his girlfriend. He hated her, he would always get called to do public appearances with her and then he'd talk about how horrible it was for him. Surely hate was a feeling. He did feel.

My surprise kiss was still going strong, he was still in shock but I felt his body respond, I felt his hands come up to my neck to pull me up to him so my chest pressed against his.

Soon my soft kiss turned wild. His hand was busy undoing my hair tie but I pulled away. I refused to let him 'fuck' me, this was going to be different.

Zayn was breathing hard as he realized my mouth was no longer attached to his.

"No no no, please don't stop" he begged pulling me back to him.

"What is that Zayn? What do you feel when I kiss you? Or when I pull away?" I'm becoming a shrink, I'm standing there interrogating him in my messy hair and heavy breathing.

"Lust, it's called fucking lust, it's not a feeling. Don't you think for a second that you can change me because you can't, you fucking can't!" Zayn screamed.

I pressed my hand against his chest, something that always calmed him down. Something he hated, he hated when people had control over him.

"Your accelerated heartbeat says otherwise"

His eyes lowered down to my hand and he rested his head against mine in defeat.

"I feel like a monster" he whispered.

"I don't want to hurt you" he added.

I kissed his neck to shut him up. He smelled like cigarettes and cologne, my favorite smell.

"I don't want to hurt you" he repeated this time trying to convince himself.

I let him kiss my neck. "but I can't fucking help it"

"then do it, lie to me and tell me you love me, maybe then you won't feel so fucked up"

He froze as I said that.

"I wouldn't be lying" he whispered into my ear.

In an instant his hands were pulling at my clothes, his shirt was off and he picked me up pinning me down to the bed.

My legs wrapped around his small waist and he bent his head down to meet my neck, his lips were cold. His body pressed against me, our hips grinding against each other. I swirled my hips a little and heard Zayn let out a quiet groan. His bulge bore into my crotch pressing deeper on me. His fingers cupped my breasts and massaged reaching them with his mouth and biting down, gently tugging on them with his red lips.

"Strip for me, tell me how much you want me" he ordered.

he slowly regained his breath as I started stripping infront of him. His eyes never left my body and his hand reached down to palm his crotch.

he was pleasuring himself.

"please hurry" he murmured

"or what?" I teased'

his eyes narrowed and he clenched his jaw

"or I'll fuck you senseless"

i smiled "what if i want you to fuck me senseless?"

"well what's the magic word.. baby girl"

his lips parted as his hand reached under his pants, his hard erection made a delicate outline. An only the most expensive fabric covered him. "am i a selfish man for wanting you all to myself?" he murmured palming his bulge.

"i suppose so" i replied resting my leg on the couch so he was looking up at me.

I was waiting for him to confess his 'undying' love to me, he hinted at it. And the thought of those three words escaping his mouth made my heart accelerate. I was told many times, even by the other boys that Zayn would never find love and if he did that person would hold a tremendous amount of control over him. To have this man love me, this man with charisma radiating from his body.. Charisma that Alexander the Great would envy. That would be something.

" zayn" I caught his attention.

Just tell him.

"Zayn I love-"

"who were you on the phone with?" he interrupted me.

I blinked rapidly, "nobody"

"answer me" he said quietly. But quietness was always Zayn's best weapon. The deadliest.

"zayn it was a friend, an old high school crush" I laughed awkwardly as I tried to break the tension. Just a few minutes ago he was dying to rip my clothes off and now he sat there, thinking quietly.

"and he fancies you?" he continued with the questions.

"well yeah but what does that have to do-" he interrupts me again.

"why would he fancy you" he asks with a puzzled look on his face.

"i- what do you mean?"

"why would anybody fancy you?" zayn continued

my heart sank and I cleared my eyes, focusing on him. As his lips moved and more insults left his mouth.

"youre a piece of shit, you think you can change me , you think you can do all these things but you fucking cant, I'm a sociopath I don't feel"

I inhaled sharply and grabbed my things "goodbye" I whispered throwing the hotel key at him along with my credit card. I had about 500 in cash that could cover my flight but I had to get out of here. I didn't want him to see me weak. Because satisfaction is all that Zayn feels, apparently.

"and where are you going to go?" Zayn smirked leaning back on the bed.

"anywhere but here"

"but I need you" he added, he was amused. He was enjoying this, a little sour a little sweet just to see the different reactions he gets from me.

"what could you possibly need me for?" i was tired.

"i need you to be a good girl and come suck daddy's cock" zayn spat.

i smiled sweetly and his face changed, he was surprised. I walked towards him and he began spreading his legs apart.

"you can fuck yourself for all i care" i snapped and walked towards the door.

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okay so this was originally just a dirty imagine and you know most of the time my imagines are just 2 parts, but we can extend this to a short story ♡.♡ sorry i took so long i had crazy holiday shit to deal with but 5 votes, 5 comments? Stay lovely xx******