Mr. Malik

“I want to come home,” Katherine breathed, standing in front of Zayn with her two suitcases.

“Okay,” he said evenly, feeling his heart come alive again because of her.

Zayn didn’t even realize when Higgins left them alone in the foyer. He was too busy focusing on Katherine, his eyes hadn’t looked away for even a second. Her presence had him flustered. He couldn’t even remember the last time he felt like that. She did things to him that he couldn’t explain. He felt things with her he’d never felt before.

Zayn could see how her chest heaved slightly as she watched him. She was nervous, maybe even scared and he hated himself for making her feel that way. He didn’t want her to feel those things in his presence ever again – especially not because of him.

“Katherine,” he breathed almost inaudibly as he took a step forward. He heard her breathing hitch, he hoped in anticipation and not fear.

“Katherine,” he cooed this time, his eyes softening as he pulled his hand up, gently stroking his knuckles down her cheek. He watched as her apprehension melted off her face, leaning into his touch.

Zayn cupped his hand against her cheek and she slipped hers over his. He moved in closer so he was standing directly in front of her. He wanted so badly to pull her against his body. He wanted to feel her warmth.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered, pulling his free hand up to cup her other cheek, gently cradling her face. Katherine let out a whimper as her big beautiful eyes looked up in his.

“Tell me you’ve missed me too,” Zayn nearly pleaded.

“Every day,” she whimpered as she tugged her bottom lip between her teeth.

Zayn’s eyes focused on her mouth. He could feel himself becoming aroused, but he pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind. That was the last thing they needed.

“I’m sorry for everything,” Zayn told her, his voice cracking.

It was hard for him to admit when he was wrong, to show vulnerability. But he knew Katherine deserved it. She deserved an apology for everything he put her through.

“You’ve already apologized,” she reminded him, her eyes never leaving his, even when he looked away in shame.

“It needs to be said again… and again. You need to hear it,” he explained and he heard as she took in a deep breath and let it out.

Katherine’s hands came up to grip onto his wrist, his hands still cradling her face.

“You deserve it,” he pressed, looking back into her eyes and he felt her nod her head minutely.

“Can I… can I kiss you?” He whispered, his heart beating wildly in his chest. He didn’t know how he would handle it if she said no.

But a split second later, she pressed forward, connecting their lips before he could. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his dropped down to her waist. She kissed him hard and he felt the passion in it, he lived for it. He kissed her back with reckless abandon and his whole being thrived on it, on her. She brought him back to life, he could feel the stone around his heart begin to crumble with each moment they stood there kissing, with each swipe of her tongue against his.

He wanted to pick her up and carry her straight to his bed, but he had enough sense to know he shouldn’t. If she was going to take a chance on him, he knew they needed to have a serious talk about everything before they went any further. They needed to talk about what his addiction meant for them, because he didn’t even know what it meant. He hadn’t been in a relationship since he was a teenager – and even then, it wasn’t very meaningful. He wanted to make it work with Katherine, wanted it to be meaningful. He needed it even worse.

When she finally broke the kiss, they were both left with heavy breathing and wild heartbeats. Neither of them pulled away from each other. They stood there for a few moments, foreheads pressed together, eyes closed. He needed to take a few deep breaths in order to center himself.

“Thank you, Zayn,” Katherine panted, pulling back only slightly, only enough to look into his eyes.

“For what?” He questioned, his brows furrowing. What on earth could she possibly be thanking him for? He didn’t know the last time he deserved so much as a thank you from anyone, especially from her.

“For coming to see me. For making me hear you out. For explaining so much to me. For making me understand,” she explained. His heart flourished for a moment, but then slowly fell again, realizing his motives were selfish all along.

“Please don’t thank me,” he said, closing his eyes tightly, shaking his head.

He went to her because he was a mess without her. He didn’t even bother to take into consideration whether or not she was better off without him. And he knew she was. He’d been selfish with her in every aspect and he knew he needed to change. He knew he needed to put her first.

“Zayn…” She breathed, her hand slipping against his scruffy cheek.

“Katherine, I-I…” Zayn stammered, the words falling short on his tongue. It was so hard for him to open up. It was completely new to him. He’d never been one to show emotion, ever.

“It’s okay,” she cooed softly. Her voice was soothing, like she was talking to a frightened child. And maybe that’s what he was. Although he was a man, he never developed the skills to break out of his own psyche and let someone else in.

Zayn closed his eyes tightly and staggered back a bit on his feet, his head spinning.

“Are you okay?” Katherine asked, gripping onto his arms.

“Mm. Mm-hmm,” he hummed, opening his eyes to look at her, his vision distorted a bit.

“Zayn, you’re pale,” Katherine told him.

“Feel a bit light-headed,” he mumbled, closing his eyes again.

“Come on,” she said, guiding him to the dining room to sit down in a chair.

“Haven’t eaten all weekend,” he murmured as he sat down and put his face in his hands.

“You haven’t eaten? Zayn,” she gasped and he slowly looked up her. She looked almost distressed and it was a new feeling for him – having someone care for him, having someone concerned for him.

“What can I get you?” Katherine asked immediately.

“No, no,” he said, waving his hand through the air. He did not ask her to come home just so she could fall back into her role as his housekeeper.

“Zayn, please. Let me help you,” she insisted, looking more than a little worried.

“I’m fine. Katherine, I’m fine,” Zayn objected, trying to regain his bearings.

“You’re not. I’m going to get you some water,” she said, walking toward the kitchen.

A moment later, Zayn looked up to find Higgins meeting Katherine in the kitchen.

“I’m fine,” Zayn called to the two of them, but watched as Higgins grabbed the bowl of soup he made Zayn and brought it to the table for him.

“Thanks,” Zayn grumbled.

“You’re very welcome, sir,” Higgins said with a nod before stepping away.

Katherine was right behind him with a glass of water, setting it next to his bowl.

“Thank you,” he said, smiling weakly up at her.

“Please eat,” she insisted and he gave a small nod.

“Sit with me?” Zayn asked hopefully and watched as she bit at her lip, slowly pulling out the chair next to him.

The two sat in silence as Zayn quietly ate his soup. He could feel Katherine’s eyes on him, but he couldn’t bring himself to look back up at her. He wanted so badly to reach out to her, but he didn’t know if he should.

When he finished, Katherine grabbed for his bowl, but he gently grabbed her wrist to stop her.

“Don’t,” he said quietly.

“I want to,” she objected, her wide eyes looking into his.

“That’s not why you’re here,” he reminded her.

“I know,” she told him, a challenge in her eyes.

“Let me take care of you,” she insisted.

“Katherine,” he warned, but she didn’t shy away and she didn’t back down.

“Let me take care of you, Zayn,” she asserted, her voice strong and stern.

Zayn sighed, but released his grip on her wrist and she quickly pulled the bowl away, bringing it to the sink. He took the opportunity to gulp down the water in his glass before he stood up and met her in the kitchen.

“Are you okay?” She asked, looking startled that he was standing behind her after she finished rinsing his bowl.

“I’m feeling much better,” he stated, pulling open the dishwasher, putting his glass inside before he grabbed the bowl from her and put that in too. Katherine quickly slipped the spoon in the silverware basket in the dishwasher before Zayn lifted the door back up to close it.

His eyes were back on hers a moment later.

“There’s color in your cheeks again. That’s good,” Katherine told him with a hopeful look.

“I feel better,” Zayn repeated with a small smile. She took a deep breath and bit back a bashful smile.

“What?” He asked her, his eyebrows furrowing in question.

“I just… I love when you smile. It doesn’t happen very often. I’m surprised you don’t have a permanent crease between your eyebrows from scowling so much,” she told him, sliding her finger down the middle of his forehead where his eyebrows knit together.

Zayn let out a small chuckled and allowed himself to smile, just for her.

“You’re so handsome when you smile,” Katherine acknowledged, smiling back at him and his smile grew.

“You’re handsome all the time, but especially when you smile,” she reiterated.

“You’re the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen,” he told her honestly, being more forward than he’d ever been with anyone. He watched as her eyes dropped way from him and her bashful smile widened.

“Look at me,” Zayn asserted and she quickly met her gaze with his.

“You are beautiful. I could spend the rest of my life making you believe it,” he proposed. He heard how his words caused her breathing to shudder and he couldn’t help but smile.

Katherine quickly leaned in, gripping onto his face as she kissed him hard. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against him. Oh, how he ached for her.

“I’m in love with you,” Katherine whispered against his lips and it was Zayn’s turn to be surprised by something she said.

“Katherine…” Zayn breathed, pulling back to look her in the eyes.

“I don’t care if you don’t say it back or if you can’t say it back. I just… I just wanted you to know,” Katherine stammered, looking flustered as her eyes dropped away from his.

Zayn didn’t know what to say. He’d never been in love. He didn’t even know if it truly existed. But he knew if it did, Katherine was the closest he’d ever come to it. But he knew even explaining that much probably wouldn’t come out right, so he didn’t. He pulled her in, kissing her hard on the mouth, trying to show her how he felt in the best way he knew how.

…

That night Katherine shared his bed with him, sleep being their only intention. He wasn’t used to sleeping next to someone, but he was reminded of how amazing it felt to wake up with her when he fell asleep in her bed. And he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life waking up to her.

Zayn laid awake for hours watching her dream, thinking about what it meant to him when she told him she was in love with him. His heart flourished. No one had ever loved him like that before. Especially not someone he put through so much shit. He would never understand how she could be so forgiving. It was his fault she miscarried. It was his fault for pushing her away. It was his fault she left in the first place. He was completely flawed and his flaws were destined to ruin him if he didn’t somehow change.

But he knew Kathrine had already changed him and would continue to help mold him into the person he wanted to be, the person he wished he was. Zayn lightly kissed the top of her head and squeezed her a little bit tighter in his arms before he closed his eyes and let sleep take him.

…

Katherine had been back for over a week and Zayn had yet to touch her, almost too afraid to lose himself in her again, too afraid of being consumed by his addiction. Katherine chose him, she took a chance on him and he knew he needed to be a better man for her. He knew he needed to control himself, to bite back his urges or he might lose her again. He wouldn’t survive it a second time.

Everything was different now. He’d never been one to take baby steps doing anything, but for the past week, he’d been minding everything he did, everything he said to Katherine, hoping he was doing everything right.

And then it happened. He’d kept his urges at bay, really focusing on himself and on his budding relationship with Katherine. He never even gave it a thought that Katherine might have urges of her own.

“Miss Mason…” Zayn breathed, his dark eyes watching her as she walked into his office, stopping to stand in front of his desk.

She was wearing a sheer black lace panty set and a matching garter belt with thigh high stockings clipped to it. Zayn’s mouth nearly dropped open at the sight of her. Holy Christ.

“Hi,” she cooed in a seductive tone.

“Katherine…” He breathed lowly, his expression dark as he looked at her. His entire body reacted to her, she aroused him so much. She was the most enrapturing, breathtaking, wondrous thing he had ever seen.

“Did you walk through the house wearing that?” Zayn questioned, nearly letting out a growl.

He didn’t need her prancing about the house wearing something of that nature when there were prying eyes that saw nearly everything in his world. Even as she stood in front of him, there was a possibility that someone from his security team was watching.

“As if my body hasn’t been on display in this house before… more than even this,” she countered as she slipped her hands provocatively down her body, bringing attention to her lingerie.

“Katherine,” he growled, his eyes narrowing at her.

“I’m wearing this for you, Zayn. Only for you,” she said as she ran her finger across the top of her breasts, toying with him.

He let out another growl, but it was more of a moan. She was absolutely captivating. It had been weeks since he had her and it was nearly debilitating. He’d been pushing back his cravings, but now she was purring for it, for him and he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist.

“Katherine, you don’t… I don’t think you know what you’re doing,” Zayn said, shaking his head.

She bit at her lip before she tip-toed over to him and he realized she wasn’t wearing any shoes on her feet. She quickly gripped onto the arms of his chair, bending forward so their vision was aligned.

Oh, he liked that. He liked her bent over like that. He wanted to bend her over a chair and fuck her, hard.

“I know exactly what I’m doing,” she breathed seductively as she quirked an eyebrow at him.

Zayn let out a guttural moan as he gripped her face between his fingers and thumb, kissing her hard on the mouth. Katherine moaned into his kiss and it was absolutely intoxicating.

“I want to bend you over and fuck you, more than anything,” Zayn breathed darkly against her lips.

“Then do it,” she challenged, looking him straight in the eyes.

Zayn took in a deep breath and let it out hard as he sat back in his chair.

“Zayn?” Katherine questioned as she stood up straight, looking almost hurt like she thought he was rejecting her.

“Katherine,” he sighed, closing his eyes tightly.

“What?” She squeaked and his eyes flew open, noticing the distress in the word.

“Oh, love. No. I just… oh, I want to fuck you so badly, darling. But, I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself,” Zayn explained, gripping onto her hands, pulling her to stand between his legs.

“I’ll help you,” she insisted, pulling his hands up to her mouth, leaving a kiss on his knuckles.

“I want to feel you. I want to… gahh, I miss you so much, Zayn. You haven’t so much as touched me since I’ve been back. I need it,” she emphasized, and he felt every word she spoke.

“I know,” he sighed, closing his eyes again.

“Please. I know you won’t do anything I’m not comfortable with. I know that, Zayn. Neither of us have anything to be afraid of,” she continued. He looked up in her eyes and knew she meant it.

“I need you to… to take control, Zayn,” Katherine told him. Zayn slowly pulled his hands back from her grasp.

“I’m trying to control myself. I’ve been trying to control myself,” Zayn countered, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.

“No. I need you to take control of me,” she explained and his vision shot up to hers again.

He was completely enamored with her. She continued to surprise him and he could do nothing but smile up at her. She smiled back, nodding her head at him.

“Come on, baby,” she cooed, gripping onto his hand.

“Katherine,” Zayn said, shaking his head as he let her pull him up against her.

“Miss Mason,” she corrected him, sliding her finger down his lips and he let out another moan. Oh god. She wanted to play. And she was playing her part so well.

Katherine dragged him down to his bedroom – their bedroom – and Zayn quickly kicked the door shut.

“What are you going to do to me?” Katherine cooed, bouncing her eyebrows playfully at him. Zayn smiled back at her as a plan formed in his head.

“Take your panties off,” he told her firmly.

“You’re going to have to give me a minute,” she giggled as she sat down on the bed before she began unbuckling each one of the garter straps from the stockings.

“Leave everything else on,” he forewarned as he slipped into their shared closet. He grabbed her black stilettos and walked back out just as she was fastening the clips again, her panties lying on the bedroom floor.

“Mm,” Zayn moaned, looking at her. She was absolutely mouth-watering.

She looked up and smiled at him, and he felt a tugging in the pit of his stomach. She meant so much to him. And then he reminded himself that he should say it out loud instead of keeping it bottled up inside him.

He slowly sauntered up to her, the shoes hung off the tips of the forefinger and middle finger of his right hand.

“You want me to wear those?” Katherine asked, her smile growing increasingly provocative.

“Mm,” he hummed, bouncing his eyebrows at her.

She bit at her lip before reaching out for them.

“Uh-uh,” he tutted, pulling them out of her grasp. She sent him an odd look before he dropped down on his knees in from of her, sliding his free hand down the silky smooth fabric of her stockings.

“Oh,” Katherine breathed, quirking an eyebrow as Zayn picked up her foot, dropping one of the shoes on the floor, before placing the other one on her foot. He did the same with the next before sliding his palms smoothly up her thighs.

“Zayn…” She cooed, looking down into his eyes.

“Katherine…” He whispered, his eyes never leaving hers.

“You mean so much to me,” he admitted out loud for the very first time.

Katherine’s breathing hitched and he swore he saw a bit of tears in her eyes before he leaned in to kiss her hard.

“Lie back,” he commanded, playing the part she wanted him to play – controlling her.

Katherine immediately did as he asked with a little whimper and it sent a shiver down his spine. He quickly gripped onto her hips and pulled her bum all the way to the edge of the mattress and she let out a squeal of laughter and he could do nothing but smile.

“Open your legs,” Zayn requested, even though he was already nudging them open before she even had a chance.

Zayn let out a groan as his eyes took her all in. He had to take a deep breath just to keep himself from diving into her. He leaned in, kissing and nipping down her inner thigh, bypassing her center before kissing and nipping the other thigh, causing her to let out a deep moan. The little noises she was making were sending pleasure-filled currents straight to his cock. He was so hard, it was agonizing.

“Please, Zayn,” Katherine whimpered.

“Oh, Miss Mason. Eager are we?” He asked coolly.

“Mm. You have no idea,” she moaned and he had to bite his lip as pleasure skated through him again.

Zayn’s hands slipped up the top of her thighs, finally touching her where she wanted to be touched. His thumbs grazed over her opening and she let out another moan. And when he spread her open to get a better look, she quivered against his fingers.

“Oh, Miss Mason,” he cooed, letting out his own moan as he leaned in, meeting his mouth to her.

A long, pleasure-filled moan slowly erupted out of her and Zayn couldn’t help but moan against her in response. She was going to absolutely dismantle him by the end of the night.

She came apart underneath him as he licked and sucked and played with her. He could have stayed between her legs all night if she’d let him, but he knew she wanted to be fucked. So once she trembled and moaned through her orgasm, he pulled back wiping at his mouth.

“Oh my god, Zayn,” Katherine mewled, running her fingers through her hair before she propped her upper body up on her elbows, looking down her body at him as he sat back on his haunches.

She watched him as he pulled himself to his feet and stood towering over her.

“Come here,” he breathed lowly and she quickly clambered to her feet in front of him.

He gripped to the back of her neck and tugged her lips to his. He kissed her with all the passion he felt for her. His desire for her was all-consuming and he almost couldn’t wait to bury himself in her. As they kissed, Zayn’s hands came up, cupping around her breasts, realizing she was still wearing her bra.

“Mm. This just won’t do,” he concluded as his forefingers slipped underneath the straps and snapped them against her skin. She let out a lust-filled groan and it caused his cock to twitch in his trousers.

“You’re going to fucking kill me, Katherine,” Zayn warned, letting out a low moan.

“Miss Mason,” she reminded him, her eyes dark as she looked into his.

“Miss Mason,” he reiterated as a wry smirk turned up his mouth.

“I’ll revive you,” Katherine whispered against his lips. Zayn let out another low agonizing moan. And a moment later, her bra was falling against him.

The tables somehow seemed to be turning and he realized he needed to take back control.

He quickly spun her in his arms, his hand slipping up her throat as her back pressed against his front. She let out a shuddered breath and he smiled to himself.

“I’m going to bend you over that chair and fuck you so hard,” Zayn breathed lowly in her ear, causing her to let out a whimper.

“Are you ready, Miss Mason?” He questioned as his hand slipped down from her throat to paw at her bare breasts.

“Yes,” she said breathlessly.

“Good,” he cooed in her ear, finally letting her go.

“Come, Miss Mason,” Zayn said, walking toward the arm chair in the corner, pulling it out a bit.

“Bend over and put your palms here and here,” he demanded, taping each arm of the chair with his finger.

Katherine immediately did as she was told and he quickly stepped behind her, tugging her hips up so her legs were stick-straight.

“Mm. Just like that,” Zayn cooed as he pressed his hardness against the swell of her ass. Katherine let out another moan.

“Silence,” Zayn scolded and her moan immediately cut off, getting stuck in the back of her throat.

“You will only make a noise if I tell you to. Do you understand?” Zayn commanded and watched as Katherine nodded her head.

“Good,” he cooed, sliding his palm up her bare back before he gripped tightly to her hips again, thrusting himself against her.

Katherine’s head fell back as her mouth dropped open, but she didn’t allow any sound to come out of her.

“Mm. Good girl,” Zayn praised, leaning forward to slip his hands up to her breast, tugging on her nipples before pulling back.

“Stay just like this, Miss Mason. Do not move. Do you hear me?” Zayn ordered and watched as she nodded her head again.

“Mm,” he hummed as he took a step back and watched her for a moment. She didn’t even waver as she stood there like an obedient little girl. Oh, she would be the absolute death of him.

Zayn walked away, slipping into the bathroom, leaving her all alone, knowing he needed to take a moment to center himself before he completely gave in to his deviant behavior. He gripped onto the vanity and blew out a breath. His insides were clenched with excitement, his nerves shot to shit.

The last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt her again, sexually or emotionally. He never meant to hurt her in the first place. He would never forgive himself if he hurt her again.

He took in another deep breath and let it out hard. He needed to focus because the more self-loathing he became, the more his cock seemed to soften.

He quickly kicked out of his black dress shoes and pulled off his socks. He watched himself in the mirror as he unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it off his shoulders, revealing all his tattoos. He kept his slacks on, but palmed himself through them. The thought of Katherine waiting so patiently for him in her garter belt and heels was enough to get him hard as a rock again.

When he walked back out, he couldn’t help but admire her for a moment. She stood so lovely right where he left her and it took all he had not to let out a groan. She was an enchantress, his queen.

“Your ass, Miss Mason – it’s absolutely divine,” Zayn cooed lowly as he walked up to her, his hand slipping down her backside, toying with her. She did not make a sound, which pleased him. But he couldn’t ignore the fact that he heard the smile she cracked from his words.

“Now, Miss Mason. I heard that,” he scolded her as he gripped onto the strands of her long blonde hair, tugging her head toward him, leaning over her backside, his cock pressed against her ass.

“I heard the crack of your smile,” he breathed dangerously in her ear as his free hand slipped across her chest, gripping her far breast between his fingers.

“Do I amuse you, Miss Mason?” Zayn demanded through clenched teeth as he tugged at her nipple.

“Answer me,” he snapped.

“You amuse me so much, Mr. Malik,” she confessed, her words trembling as they came out.

“Are you mocking me, Miss Mason?” He breathed lowly in her ear.

“Never,” she choked out.

“Never, what?” He snapped.

“Never, s-sir,” she obeyed quickly, her voice shaking.

“Good girl,” he cooed, loosening his grip on her hair before letting it go altogether.

“Like I said, Miss Mason, your ass looks absolutely divine. I wouldn’t mind fucking you in it,” he said, looking down at her bare bum, feeling so completely captivated by her naked body.

He heard her breathing hitch and he knew she wasn’t prepared for something like that. She might have never even entertained the idea in her life. Though it was something he would completely love to have the honor of doing to her, with her.

“Does that burden you, Miss Mason?” Zayn asked with a light chuckle.

“Burden? No, sir.”

“Then what?”

“I’ve… just… I’ve never…” She stammered. Just as he suspected.

“You’ve never been fucked in your ass?”

“Never, sir.”

“Well…” Zayn cooed as he reached out and swiped his finger across her rim, causing her whole body to shudder.

“Relax, guileless girl. I would never do anything you weren’t ready for. You know the safe words,” he breathed lowly as his finger pressed lightly against the sensitive region, “repeat them for me.”

“’Yellow’ to slow down, ‘red’ to stop,” she recited perfectly for him.

“Good girl,” he praised as he swiped his finger down her cleft before he sunk it inside of her.

“Always ready, Miss Mason. I like that,” he groaned as his finger moved fluidly, in and out of her warmth. He held in moan as he pressed another one inside, continuing to finger-fuck her.

“You are insatiable. Always a pleasure, Miss Mason,” he murmured as his fingers continued to move inside of her. A moment later, Katherine let out a guttural moan and he stopped immediately.

“Oh no, Miss Mason. You are not allowed to come,” he breathed darkly in her ear.

“Not yet anyway. Not until I’ve given you permission,” he challenged, pulling his fingers out of her. She stayed nice and silent, and it pleased him so much that she was obeying everything so well.

“Oh, Katherine. What shall I do to you today?” He questioned, letting out a low chuckle.

“Mmm. I think I’m just going to proper fuck you… and hard. And I am going to admire this sweet ass of yours the whole time,” Zayn groaned, his fingers digging into the flesh of her backside as he squeezed it in his hand. Katherine let out a low moan as her fingers dug into the arms of the chair.

“This sounds pleasing to you?”

“Very much, sir.”

“Mmm,” he hummed, pulling his palm back before slapping her bum, just hard enough for it to sting.

“Me too, you sultry girl,” he cooed, pulling back from her completely.

Zayn quickly slipped out of his slacks and boxer briefs before he stepped up behind her again, gripping onto her hips.

“Oh, Katherine,” he cooed, pressing his cock against her exposed backside, sliding it against her. She let out a groan and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Uh-uh-uh,” he tutted, pulling back contact, causing her to groan once again.

“Oh, Miss Mason, you are quite eager,” he chuckled darkly, smiling widely, taking in the scene before him. She was absolutely stunning and it would give him no greater pleasure than to bury himself inside her – and he would. Oh, he would.

“Your patience has paid off, Miss Mason. I shall reward you,” he told her as he stepped behind her again, slipping swiftly inside of her without warning, completely bottoming out inside. She cried out, gripping tightly to the chair as her back arched rigidly.

“So willing, so accommodating. Oh, you feel so good, Miss Mason,” he grunted as he built up a swift rhythm inside her.

He could feel her body reacting to him already. He’d fucked her enough to know all the signs.

“Oh, Miss Mason. Do not come. Do not come until I say so,” he warned, his hips moving faster and faster.

She let out another low groan and he smiled through his ragged breathing.

“Oh, Miss Mason. Everything about you…” Zayn cooed, reaching his hand around to toy with one of her breasts before he needed it back on her hip to keep up his rhythm.

“Oh, please,” she whimpered lowly.

“No!” He spat, slapping his hand quickly on her backside. She whimpered again, dropping her head down between her arms.

“You will come when I say so,” he growled through his teeth, keeping up his breakneck speed.

When he felt his fingers begin to cramp against her hips, he let go and stopped his rhythm altogether. And when he pulled back, nearly pulling out of her, he heard a tiny whimper escape her throat, causing him to smirk to himself. A moment later, he gripped her hips again, slamming back inside her, hard. He did it a few more times and each time she let out a loud groan which was so incredibly sensual that he knew if he wasn’t already fucking her, that sound alone would make him want to so bad.

“You. Can. Come,” he finally breathed out his permission as he thrust hard again, coming deep within her. And almost at the same time, she let out a low sensual moan, finally coming all around him.

Zayn’s body fell against her, his cheek pressed against her back, his breathing nearly out of control. Realizing her arms and legs must be burning with exhaustion, he quickly gripped onto her waist and pulled her up. He spun the two of them effortlessly so he was sitting on the chair, his cock still buried inside of her as she sat atop him.

“Oh, Katherine. Always a pleasure,” he cooed the familiar words, his favorite words.

“I love you,” Katherine hummed as she turned just enough to lean back and kiss him.

Zayn tugged at her bottom lip with his teeth when she pulled back and she let out a giggle when he let it go. A second later, he thrust up into her again and she let out a shuddered moan, causing him to chuckle lowly.

“Oh my god,” she groaned as she pulled completely off of him, kicking her shoes off onto the floor.

“Hey,” Zayn protested, pulling her back onto his lap, not wanting to lose the contact, even if he wasn’t inside of her anymore.

“Thank you,” Zayn breathed sincerely against her lips.

“For what?” She asked, pulling back to look him in the eyes.

“For guiding me,” he murmured.

“Always,” she said with a minute nod of her head.

He leaned in, kissing her hard again before pulling back.

“I’ve never been in love. Don’t even know how it feels, honestly,” Zayn began to speak, letting himself pull back the curtain of insecurity he always hid behind, though he couldn’t seem to look up in her eyes.

“I just… I feel a lot for you, Katherine. I feel things I’ve never felt before. You mean more to me than anyone else, including myself. Is that love? I don’t know. I just know I would honestly do anything for you. I want you to know that. And just because I don’t say I love you back, doesn’t mean my feelings aren’t there. Because honestly, I can barely hold back the way I feel about you. You are the most enthralling, beautiful, magnetic creature I’ve ever been in the presence of. You being back here… with me, it—it’s honestly been like a dream. I never thought I could be so happy. But you’ve made me happy. Almost agonizingly so,” Zayn confessed, pressing his forehead against hers as his smile beamed across his entire face.

Katherine reached out to cradle his face in her hands, forcing him to look up at her and his smile fell when he saw her tears.

“Baby…” He cooed, sliding his thumb across her cheek to wipe a stray tear.

“I am so in love with you, Zayn. I have no words that can even come close to the perfection of yours. But I just want you to know I am here for you in any way you need me. I will always be here for you,” Katherine promised, causing Zayn’s heart to beat wildly in his chest.

He gripped onto the back of her neck, kissing her hard. She meant the world to him. After a few moments, Zayn pulled back to look at her again. She was so stunning in every way.

“Come here,” Zayn said, tugging her against his chest and she curled into him, her head tucked beneath his chin as he held her.

They stayed like that for quite a while as the sun set outside, causing odd shadows to dance across the walls. Katherine’s fingertip traced over his tattoos as his fingers gently stroked through her hair. It was the most comfortable he’d been in a long time. He’d never been able to envision a future with anyone. But he did with her. He wanted so much with her and he hoped she wanted the same, because he knew he would give her everything.

“Come on, love,” Zayn said, tapping her thigh gently.

“Hmm?” She questioned, sitting up to look at him through the dimness.

“Let’s get cleaned up and go to bed,” he suggested and she nodded before standing up in front of him, letting out a groan.

“What’s the matter, love?” He cooed, gripping onto her arms.

“Just a bit sore,” she replied as she stretched her arms far up into the air.

“Mm. Sorry ‘bout that,” he said, sliding his hand from her sternum down to her navel.

“I asked for it,” she said with a sneaky smile.

“You did,” he chuckled, pulling her in, leaving a kiss on her lips.

“Come on,” he coaxed again before the two of them went into the bathroom together.

Zayn slipped into the small room that housed the toilet and did his business before coming out, seeing her resting against the vanity, still mostly naked, watching him. He had to hold himself back from fucking her up against the bathroom sink. He could, easily. But he knew she was sore and he knew he needed to manage his urges as best he could.

He smiled at her as he stepped up to the sink next to her.

“Hi,” she cooed, biting back a smile.

“The way you’re looking at me is going to get you in trouble,” Zayn warned, watching her out of the corner of his eye.

She giggled to herself before leaning up, kissing him on the cheek. A moment later, she disappeared into the small toilet room. Zayn let out a breath and washed his hands thoroughly. She was back out by the time he was finished and she quickly stepped up to the second sink washing her hands as he dried his. He noticed right away she’d taken the garter and stockings off, leaving her completely naked. He smiled to himself as he waited patiently for her to finish washing her hands before he handed her the towel to dry them.

“Ready for bed? I’m completely knackered,” Zayn yawned and she snickered again.

“What?” He questioned.

“Nothing. You’re just cute,” she said as she hung the towel up.

“Mm. Come on, love,” Zayn said, grabbing her by the hips and kissing her as he walked her backwards to the doorway of the bathroom.

He quickly flipped off the light and guided her into the dark bedroom.

“Mm,” she hummed, spinning in his arms so she could see where she was going.

He let her go so she could crawl under the covers and he did the same before she cuddled up against his chest. He felt completely sated. She did that. She completely sated him and he appreciated it so much.

“I love you,” she murmured against his chest, sleep heavy in her voice.

“Mm,” he hummed, taking a deep breath before letting it out slowly.

He held her for a while, hoping she would find the sleep she craved after her overexertion from earlier. He smiled thinking about how amazing she was, how she truly was the one who was in control during their romp. And he reveled in it. He would relinquish all control to her if she’d let him, and of course, he would be happy to play like that with her any day.

“Mm,” she hummed, nuzzling her nose into his chest. He realized she was having just as hard a time falling asleep as he was.

“Let me take you down, cause I’m going to Strawberry Fields,” Zayn began to sing a familiar Beatles song as a lullaby for her. Katherine’s head quickly popped up to look at him through the dimness. Zayn chuckled to himself.

“You’re singing,” she pointed out, looking almost astonished.

“Mm,” he hummed, smiling at her.

“Oh my god. Keep going,” she cooed, laying her head back down, pressing her cheek against his chest again.

“Let me take you down, cause I’m going to Strawberry Fields. Nothing is real. And nothing to get hung about. Strawberry Fields forever…” Zayn started the song over.

“You’re voice is amazing, Zayn,” Katherine cooed.

“Mm,” he hummed.

“It means a lot to me that you feel comfortable enough to sing to me,” she breathed lowly.

“You make me feel comfortable,” he acknowledged, leaning in to kiss the top of her head.

“Mm. Sing me to sleep,” she hummed, nuzzling against his chest again.

Zayn finished singing the song for her and immediately began singing Imagine by John Lennon. And by the time he finished, he could hear her even breathing and knew she’d fallen asleep.

He kissed the top of her head again, relishing in her presence. He knew he would spend the rest of his life trying to make up for all the wrong he’d done to her in the past. He’d spend the rest of his life trying to make her happy. He had no greater desire.

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