I was waiting in Zayn's room like he had asked. I sat down on his bed with a towel wrapped around my waist.  I kept staring at his dresser where his drawer of toys were. For a guy who won't go past a sensual touch, he sure had some kinky s.hit. I was half tempted to open up the drawer, but before I could move a single muscle, Zayn walked into the room. 

"Niall." He nodded at me as a greeting while walking over to his dresser and discarding his tie on it's surface. He unclipped his watch from his wrist and set it down as well. He then started to unbutton his shirt and my heart started to pound in my chest. "Do you know how to give a massage?" He asked, catching me off guard. 

"Only the ones with happy endings." I half joked. I expected Zayn to get mad about my words since he had before, but he merely cleared his through and averted his gaze from me. "Sorry." I shrugged. He was so sensitive.

"N-no. That's uh..." He cleared his throat again, slipping his arms from his shirt and tossing it to the floor. "That's actually what I am looking for." He said in a nervous tone. I perked up, having heard his words. 

"Really now?" I said confidently. "Did you have a stressed day?" I asked. He only nodded and walked up to me until he was standing in front of me, his belt buckle near my face.  I smirked, reaching out for him and unbuckled his belt. His pants fell to the ground and I was left face to face with his crotch, full and think in front me. "Go ahead and lie down." I told him with a  huskiness in my voice. I saw his skin rise into bumps. "Lotion in the bottom drawer, right?"

"Yes. How did you know-" Zayn sat down on his bed while I got up and walked over to his dresser, letting my towel fall from my hips. Oops. I was glad my bruises finally faded because I figured that they deterred Zayn. I had a few, small new ones from Liam earlier in the day, but hopefully Zayn wouldn't see them. I bent over, legs wide on purpose to open his drawer and pull out a bottle of lotion, one that had warming oils infused into the creme. 

I turned to see Zayn staring at me. I swayed my hips to distract him until I was on the bed, behind him with my hands on his shoulders. I leaned in and whispered into his ear. "I said to lie down.... daddy." I nipped his ear lobe and he couldn't suppress the moan that escaped his lips. 

We moved around until Zayn was on his stomach, back and ass facing me so that I could work my magic. I had gotten better at massages since starting my profession. And a happy ending was so simple. I could jack a guy off easily. After all, that was my job. 

Zayn looked so perfect below me as I ran my hands over his back. He was naked and covered in tattoos and I could just lick him all over, but my hands would do for the moment. He moaned more when I worked my knuckles into his back and loosened him up. I kneaded his ass cheeks which made him tense up. "Easy...." I spoke slowly. "Just relax." 

I knew Zayn was a top, but having your ass played with was a great experience, one that could get you hard. I stared at him as I spread his cheeks apart to reveal his darker skin around his hole. He hiss when I leaned in and the air from my open mouth hit him. "Do you mind. I promise to make you feel good." I told him. He grunted in response and I ran my tongue down his strip of flesh. I moved my hands over his hips and went underneath, causing him to buck his hips up. I grabbed a hold of his hard length and pumped him quickly. 

"F.uck." Zayn moaned. 

"That's right." I licked him once more, pushing my tongue inside. His d.ick twitched in my grasp and that was went I felt myself getting hard and needy. Before I knew it, I was being grabbed and flipped over onto my back and Zayn was on top of me. He held both of my wrists in his hands above my head and was breathing heavily while staring down on me. I could feel his pre-c.um drip down onto my leg. He pressed his knee between my legs, spreading me open. "Alright, I know what you want." I told him. "Go ahead. F.uck me."

I was a needy whore and I wanted it. I wanted it so f.ucking bad. I knew Zayn did too by the look in his caramel colored eyes. The colors in his eyes swirled around, making me crazy. His face descended on my own and I soon felt his lips on mine. I moaned when his large hand cupped my balls and squeezed lightly. The motion caused my mouth to open and allowed Zayn access with his tongue. 

I didn't fight him for dominance, or allowed him to search my wet cavern with his tongue and dance playfully with him. Before I knew it he was kissing my neck and leaving his mark. I hissed as he pulled away, a spec of bood on his lips from the nick he caused to my flesh. I was painfully erect at that moment and my body was craving Zayn, but he didn't move any farther than touching me lightly and teasing me terribly. 

"W-What's wrong? Go ahead." I told Zayn, well more like urged him. I even moved my legs so that I was further spread for him and he was right there. All he had to do was line up and go. Sure, some preparation and lube would do me good, but I survived none this morning, I could do it again. 

Suddenly Zayn stopped all together, propping himself up with both arms beside my body. He was staring at me, or more so a part of me. "Did this hurt?" He ran his fingers over a light yellow bruise on my side. 

"Why do you keep asking me that?" It was like all of the lust and heat in the air left the room and I was completely turned off. I tried to keep it up, but nope. Zayn ruined it.  I frowned and looked away from Zayn. 

"You never told me who did that to you." Zayn leaned down and pressed a kiss to my flesh. "And this one." Another kiss. "And this one." He kissed all my faded bruises and then looked back at me. I had to keep looking away from him. Something in my chest told me that if I looked at him I would break.

And just like that, over years of shutting off my emotions and just allowing my body to move on it's own, I broke. I looked up at Zayn and with tears in my eyes, I choked out a shaky "W-why? Why do you care? Why don't you just use me and toss me to the side like everyone else?" I covered my face with my hands and cried my eyes out with Zayn looked down on me. He said nothing and just let me cry. After a minute he got up from the bed and disappeared into his bathroom. I heard the water start to run and sat up, wiping my face and snotty nose. I quickly grabbed my towel from the floor and wrapped it around my waist. 

Though, before I could leave the room and Zayn behind, he came out from his bathroom and stopped me. "Where are you going, Niall?"

I pointed at the door, still shaking from my break down. "I thought-" I thought he wanted me to leave and go back to my own room, but I was mistaken. 

"I ran a bath. Will you join me?" He asked. 

At first, the only rational thought that ran through my head was that I had already taken  shower, but then I realized that I was sweaty and gross again. And if Zayn offered a bath, damn I would take it. I nodded, slowly making my way over to him in all of his naked glory. He led me into the bathroom where the claw foot tub was slowly filling with hot, bubbly water. 

Zayn stepped in first and then offered me his hand to come into the bath with him. I did so, reveling in the hot water that surrounded me. I practically was sitting in Zayn's lap in the water, but there wasn't anything sexual about it. It was relaxing and silent. I closed my eyes, leaning into Zayn. His arm wrapped around my shoulder and his other free hands played with the bubbles surrounding us. "I didn't mean to upset you." Zayn whispered into my ear. I hummed in response. "I do the wrong things for the right reason. Please trust me when I say I will never used you. I know what it's like to be used and tossed aside and that is the last thing I want to do to you." He kissed the side of my head like he had done a couple times before. 

There was definitely something about Zayn that made him so much different than the others. And no, it wasn't the fact that he didn't want to have sex with me, it was something else. He wasn't like the other men and women who bought me for a night or a weekend and then let me go on my way. And he wasn't like Liam, who was possessive and wanted to dominate me in every aspect of my life. No. Zayn was something else entirely. 

Zayn was a loving man. 

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