Zayn's top advisor was on the island for the day, an important matter that needed Zayn's attention was to be discussed....or something like that, based on the phone call Niall overheard during breakfast.

Niall was perched on Zayn's lap, chewing happily on a bagel, while Zayn rubbed higher and higher on his thigh until he reached Niall's pelvis, making the blond drop his bagel back onto his plate.

"Sir," Niall tried, like half an attempt at formality, but when Zayn thumbed along the line of his thickening cock, Niall dropped any sort of protest and turned around to straddle Zayn's lap. "What should we do today?"

"Actually," Zayn pursed his lips, "our vacation is going to be put on hold for a few hours. I have business to attend to and I want you to sit by my side."

"Of course," Niall assured. "Should I get dressed then."

Zayn made an unsatisfied sound and looked down between them where he was still teasing Niall into full hardness. "I'm afraid so." He wrapped loose fingers around him. "But not yet. We've got an hour or so before the plane lands with my advisors on it."

"Only an hour?" Niall smirked and raised a brow.

"I can do a lot in an hour, my love," Zayn promised as he lifted them from the seat, Niall's legs automatically wrapping around Zayn's waist. They left their breakfast forgotten on the table and floated back into their room of whispy, white curtains and plush pillows.

***

Apparently an hour flies when you're having fun, and Zayn was late to meet his advisors on the shore. They end up waiting for him in the large meeting hall that they had the ceremony in until Zayn had finished tongue fucking Niall until he screamed and came untouched.

Zayn and Niall ran along the wooden pathways between buildings, kissing and tripping in the bright halo of the sun, Niall's hand making a muck of Zayn's already messy hair. Zayn pushed Niall away gently, a giggle on his lips, as they reached the entrance to the hall. He straightened out his thin shirt and pushed his hair back.

"You have to stay quiet during this. Just stand or sit by my side until we're done," he instructed without looking back. Niall slid a hand down the back of Zayn's arm in acknowledgment and then they were entering the intimidating room with the arched ceilings and marble floors.

"Gentlemen," Zayn greeted kindly to the three men, one being Zayn's closest adviser, that were lined up at a large wooden table in the middle of the room. The bed that Zayn and Niall christened was gone, as was the throne. All that was left were statues and torches and that imposing wooden table. It looked almost like a dining table, like this room should be used for parties with a grand feast.

Today, it was off-putting and solemn. The three men stood at Zayn's entry, worry lines etched into their faces and Niall wondered how long Zayn would have this job before he had those same lines. He supposed, though, that's what he was there for. Release.

"Mr. President," the man in the middle, and Zayn's most trusted advisor, Paul, greeted for all of them.

"Sit, sit. Let's get this over with. I'm actually quite busy," Zayn teased, and Niall flushed crimson behind him.

"Too busy to be punctual for our meetings?"

Zayn waved him off. "I'm sorry about that. I got caught up."

"I'm sure," Paul nodded knowingly. Zayn took a seat across from the men at the table, Niall taking the seat to his left. "May I speak freely, sir?"

"You always do, Paul."

"This boy is meant to be a necessary accessory, not a distraction."

Niall flinched at the word accessory. He knew what he was, what his job was, but Zayn had been so very clear that he was more than that the last few days, that it took him by surprise to be reminded of his status.

"I'm not sure what you mean, Paul," Zayn challenged.

"You can't allow your," he gave Niall a once over, "toy to keep you from your duties."

"Don't speak about him like that." Zayn's voice was calm but full of ice. It made Niall remember just who Zayn was and why he, and his family, were so suited for this position.

"Honestly, sir, he's below me and I should speak about him in plain terms that fit his place."

Zayn hit a fist on the table and stood up from his chair. "Watch your mouth! When I tell you to do something, you do it."

Paul stood up, matching Zayn stride for stride, and Niall could only imagine this is why Paul was in the position he was in. He wasn't afraid of Zayn, merely respected him and tried to do what he needed, despite the hardships.

"He shouldn't even be in here right now. He's meant for sex, Zayn, not business."

"I'll have him where I please."

"Unless you're in need of his services right this moment then he shouldn't be privy to the information we're about to discuss." Paul's voice was rising along with Zayn's, matching it tone for tone.

They stayed like that, in a battle of will, until Zayn softened and lowered his head. "Niall," Zayn called him up. Niall stood from his chair and saddled up to Zayn's side. "Go wait outside for me."

"Zayn," he started, an unsure question on his tongue.

"You should address him as Mr. President, or sir, slave."

Niall wilted at the vile in Paul's voice. "Mr. President," Niall corrected himself.

Zayn turned to him and put a soft hand on Niall's hip, thumb rubbing at the mound of his hip bone. "Just go."

Niall bit his lip, light eyes meeting dark for a long moment, before nodding and leaving the room. He waited right outside the door for the feeling of belittlement to dissipate. It didn't. He pressed an ear to the small crack between the large double doors and listened for Zayn's voice.

"He's not a distraction!"

"That's exactly what he is! I knew giving you this responsibility so young was a bad decision."

"It's my country to run! I will do my job, am doing my job. There is no one more suited for this than me."

"I don't argue your diplomacy skills, sir. You and I both know you're the rightful leader of this country, but England needs a man, not a boy, to run things. If you're so easily...distracted just by a boy, then I can't imagine what will happen when you return to your duties full time."

"I'm not distracted, Paul!...I'm happy." The second part was said quietly, more hesitantly than the first.

Paul sighed, like the joy in Zayn's words were heavy on his shoulders. "He's a slave, Zayn. He's not your boyfriend."

"I know that!" The words were weak but the weight of them was strong. Niall turned away from the door and made it all the way across the path to their private bungalow before the tears fell.

***

Niall was asleep on top of their made-up bed, mid-day sun streaming in through the large glass doors. He was spread out, legs and arms stretched across the whole bed, but Zayn could see the red left around his eyes and the wadded tissues on the floor.

"Ni?" Zayn shook his shoulder. "Baby, wake up."

Niall made a small sound of confusion before his eyes fluttered open and he wiped his drool from his chin. Zayn looked on in fondness before folding his arms across his chest.

"Zayn?" Niall blinked his eyes hard, clearing them and his head. The day's events came rushing back to him, what Paul said, what Zayn said. "I mean, sir." He quickly sat up and tried to push his hair into something presentable.

"I told you to wait for me."

Niall bit his lip and nodded. "I know I wasn't supposed to be there. I shouldn't-I belong here." Niall's hand pressed idly at the mussed sheets.

"You belong wherever I tell you, slave." Niall looked up to see dark eyes, but half a smile playing on Zayn's lips. "I think it's time for a punishment."

"What? Sir, I-"

"Are you about to argue with me, slave?"

Niall shook his head firmly, lips pressed together. "No, sir."

"Good." Zayn went through the door, throwing a, "Follow me," over his shoulder.

Niall scrambled after him, so afraid he'd fucked up permanently. Now, Zayn would surely give him back, and Niall would lose everything. He followed Zayn out of their house and down a wooden path to another, smaller bungalow. Zayn slid the door open and left it for Niall. Niall closed it behind him and took a look around. This house only had a small sitting room and one bedroom, bathroom in the hall. Zayn went into the bedroom and Niall went after.

His mouth fell open as he walked in. The walls were covered in things Niall had been trained with, but never really imagined he'd use in real life. Zayn stood in front of a massive bed, smirk on his lips and hands on his hips. "Get undressed."

It wasn't much to do, just slip off some tight shorts Zayn chose for Niall that morning, but it felt like a right task with Zayn's watchful eyes devouring his body. Niall discarded the shorts and stood in front of Zayn with shaking hands. "Sir-"

"Don't speak unless I ask you a direct question." Niall nodded. "You disobeyed me when I gave you very simple instructions. Now, I have no choice but to punish you. You must learn, slave."

Niall held back the tears threatening to make an appearance and nodded again. Zayn moved to his side and said, "Bend over the bed." Niall did as he was told, bending in half, on display for Zayn. Zayn went to the top of the bed and pulled on something Niall hadn't noticed before. A retractable handcuff came out from the headboard. Niall gasped at the sight but kept quiet.

"Give me your hand." Niall handed it over, arm outstretched towards his master. Zayn locked the padded cuff around Niall's thin wrist and then went up to the wall and flipped a little metal switch. "Pull." Niall yanked on the chain, but it didn't budge and Niall groaned. "Good."

Zayn went around the other side and did the same to Niall's other wrist. Niall let his head fall to the bed in something like defeat, maybe surrender. Zayn moved behind Niall and ran sure hands up his sides. "You know," he started, "sex slaves have been a thing in my family for generations. It's in our blood, I think." Niall tried not to squirm as Zayn's deft fingers got more curious. "But that's all they've ever been. Slaves. Toys."

Niall whined, low and hopefully quiet. But Zayn squeezed his hips in his hands. "What's wrong? Not happy with that title? My toy. My plaything. To do with what I want."

Niall felt his cock stiffen at Zayn's words. Zayn surprised Niall with a swift spanking to his right cheek. "I asked you a question."

"No, sir," Niall spat out, breaths hard to come by.

"No what? You don't like your title?"

"No-yes, sir. I like it."

Zayn hummed and leaned over, laying his front to Niall's back. He put his lips to Niall's ear and licked along the shell. "I've told you. When we're intimate, it's Zayn."

Niall was so confused. Zayn had just been ripped a new one about getting too close, letting himself get distracted, but he still wanted this intimacy. "Zayn," Niall breathed out in relief.

Zayn leaned up on his hands. "Now, we'll start easy. If it's too much, say 'holiday', and it'll stop." He dipped down and bit at Niall's neck. "But I think you'll enjoy this."

Then, Zayn's warmth was gone and Niall shivered from the rush of cool air on his hot skin. He needed Zayn back, on him, in him. When Zayn did come back, it was with something in his hand. Niall strained his neck to try and see, but then Zayn pushed his head into the mattress and covered his eyes with his long fingers. His thumb slipped down Niall's face and into his mouth, pulling on his cheek.

"You know I don't care what they say, right?" Cool strips of leather fluttered down Niall's spine. "They can say what they want about you, about us. I am not my father. And you are not just a slave. I hope for you to be so much more."

The first hit was barely there, but it surprised Niall nonetheless, making him yelp and lift his hips off the bed. Niall closed his lips around Zayn's thumb and sucked. Zayn hummed and leaned down to place a kiss on Niall's ruddy cheek right next to his hand. "That's good, baby."

Another swat, just as soft. Niall groaned and squeezed his body tight. Zayn played the flogger in circles over his body before giving him another. Niall sucked harder on Zayn's thumb, teeth digging into his knuckle as Zayn hit him again.

"I don't care what my advisors have to say. You obey me and me alone, understand?" Niall nodded as best he could under Zayn's pushing hand. "You're so good, baby." Zayn removed his hand from Niall's face and stood up. "I think ten for your disobedience is good for our first time. Then I'll give you exactly what you want."

Niall arched off the bed and whined into the duvet. "That's right, love. I'll give you my cock just as soon as you've taken your punishment." Niall nodded into the bedding and tugged reflexively on the restraints, groaning when they rubbed on his pale wrists. "Count for me."

With that the first of his real swings came down on Niall's ass, leaving a stinging sensation behind and making Niall cry out. Once he inhaled a gulping breath, he choked out. "One, Zayn."

Niall could practically feel the pride rolling off Zayn's skin. The second hit was just as hard but on the other side of Niall's ass. "Two, Zayn."

Third, fourth, fifth. Niall had fading red marks up his back and tears in his eyes. "Oh, God. Five, Zayn." Niall was leaking down from his slit onto the bed. Zayn gave him another, just as the last marks were disappearing. "Six, Zayn." Niall's voice was mostly gruff now, tears stuck in his throat.

"I can't believe I only have four more," Zayn complained. "I could watch you like this forever."

Seven, Eight, Nine.

"Please, Zayn," Niall begged. "Please, fuck me!"

"Two added for speaking out of turn," Zayn informed calmly. Niall scratched at his palms with his blunt nails.

"Yes, Zayn," he acquiesced.

Zayn swung the flogger through the air a couple times, the strips whistling, before landing his next hit across the small of Niall's back. "Ten, Zayn," Niall groaned.

"Two more, baby. Then, I get to fuck you."

Niall nodded with need, raising up on his toes to present better. Zayn groaned and squeezed Niall's ass in his free hand. The slave pressed his face into the duvet to cry out in pleasure and pain. Zayn took the last two hits in succession, tired of waiting when he knew what he really wanted. Niall yelped but then counted them off obediently before spreading his legs, offering himself up for Zayn. The man of power pulled off his thin resort pants and tee quickly, losing patience.

"Not even gonna stretch you again after this morning." Niall moaned and arched at the words. Zayn went to the side table and pulled out the bottle of lube. He pumped a couple squirts onto his palm and dropped the bottle back into the drawer before slicking himself up.

Niall watched as Zayn's thin hand moved over himself, body inclining naturally towards him with want. He wanted to feel Zayn's hot skin on his palm. Zayn smirked down at him before kneeling on the bed by Niall's outstretched hand, as if he could read his thoughts. "Want to touch?"

Niall's fingers wiggled, trying to reach for him. Zayn relented and put his cock within Niall's reach. Niall's hand immediately started working, moving as best he could while cuffed. Zayn moaned and raked his hand through Niall's soft head of hair. "Fantastic, baby."

When Zayn started leaking shiny beads of precome from his tip, he pulled out of Niall's now slick grip and came behind him again. He pulled Niall's cheeks apart, showing off his smooth, hairless taint and hole. Zayn had to keep from burying his face in the soft skin and eating him out for days, instead just leaving a single, chaste kiss to his fairly relaxed rim.

Niall still whined for it, pushing back for more, but Zayn just dug his nails into the supple flesh in admonishment. He kept one hand spreading Niall open while he directed his stiff prick with the other. He rubbed the wet tip back and forth over Niall's hole a few times, teasing but also easing him into it, before sinking inside.

Niall's hand wrapped around the taut chains while Zayn pushed into him. "Oooohhh, fucking hell, Zayn."

"There's that mouth. Always getting you in trouble." Zayn rolled his hips inside Niall, making him clench. Zayn didn't wait to piston his hips, one hand firmly gripped on Niall's hip and the other pressed Niall into the bed between his shoulder blades.

Zayn was up on the balls on his feet, thrusting down into Niall's hole. Niall kept his back curved so Zayn could slide right in every time, lined up perfectly with his prostate. "Yes," Niall panted. "Keep going, Zayn."

Zayn laughed breathlessly. "Like I'd stop." He could feel Niall clenching tighter around him, giving him a fire-like pull on his cock. "I'm gonna come, baby."

Niall nodded eagerly. "Come on, Zayn. Come in me."

Zayn's fingertips were ghostly white where they were leaving bruises on Niall's hip. "Need me to mark you? Fill you up so everyone knows who you belong to."

A sob wracked Niall's chest. "Please," he begged.

Zayn gave Niall a handful of hard jabs to his bundle of nerves, just for the way Niall would tighten on him, before the darker boy was scratching at Niall's bony hip and coming into his hole.

"Can I come? Please, canicome canicome," Niall pleaded, rocking back fast on Zayn's slow thrusts.

Zayn rolled through his aftershocks as he lowered to Niall's back. "Come for me, baby."

Niall moaned Zayn's name and clenched around Zayn's still twitching length. His tip rubbed harshly against the duvet as his dick spurt cum across the bedding.

Zayn let his loose body fall on top of Niall, arms coming around his shoulders and chest. "That was amazing, Ni." Niall hummed happily and leaned his head back on Zayn's shoulder. Zayn crawled up Niall's body to release his wrists from his binds. They fell heavy to the bed and Zayn pulled his slave up towards the headboard and into his chest, kissing his sweaty temple.

"I don't care what they say, baby. You're more than a slave to me. I'll make sure of it."

***

Part 3/4! This one was still fluffy but I love the drama so you know!! Enjoy dears.

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