I enter the large double doors just behind my parents with Nick at my side. He holds out his arm and I reluctantly take it, trying to look convincing. I don’t want to be here with Nick. I want to be here with Zayn.

He’d be furious if he knew I brought Nick to an event with my family. It’s a school event. The University Zayn and I go to is hosting a ball for the basketball team, which my parents are generous supporters of. They’re actually being honored tonight, which is the only reason I’m even here. Otherwise, I would have taken advantage of their absence at home and have Zayn over.

Zayn and I met a year ago when I started taking classes here. He immediately caught my attention because he was charming and actually enjoyed school. He was intelligent and interesting; so different from guys I had dated previously. Well, we aren’t exactly dating. We want to, but my parents won’t approve. I just know it. He’s very persistent though, and I know he’ll make me tell them soon enough.

Nick and I step down the last stair and he walks over to some of his fellow teammates, leaving me all alone. I take a glass of champagne off a nearby table and take a sip with my arms crossed. Suddenly, I feel warm breath on the back of my neck and my hair stands up.

“Did you really have to bring him?”

My lips curl into a grin when I hear that soft voice. Zayn. I quickly turn to face him and he isn’t smiling like I am.

“What are you doing here?”

“Well, we do go to the same school, ya know?”

I roll my eyes.

“Duh, what are you doing here in a suit, then?”

He looks amazing in his fitted grey suit.

“I’m here to see you.”

I grin again, bringing my glass up to my lips once again.

“You know, me in a suit doesn’t happen very often. Maybe you should tell your parents tonight.”

I come close to spitting my last swig of champagne out.

“Shhh. Someone will hear you.”
He leans forward and presses his lips against my ear, whispering breathily with his hand on the small of my back.

“I’m getting really sick of this, Darcy.”

The sting in his voice is enticing and even though it shouldn’t, it turns me on. As he pulls away, I tease him, bringing my arms closer together to emphasize my cleavage. He bites his lip and glares.

“Zayn, I-“

“Meet me through that door in two minutes.”

I gulp and only nod in response. His anger is intimidating, but it really has me curious. As soon as he turns and disappears in a crowd of people, my mother approaches me.

“Darcy, who was that?”

“That? Oh, umm that’s Zayn. He-He’s a friend from school.”

“Oh, what’s his last name? Maybe I know his family.”

“M-Malik. I don’t think you do.”

I know she doesn’t. His mom and me are pretty close since we spend the majority of our time together at his place. I really need to stop stuttering or she’ll catch on.

“Never heard of it. You’re not… seeing that boy are you?”

I roll my eyes.

“Of course not, mother.”

“Good, dear. He’s not the right type.”

That infuriates me.

“What do you know about my type?”

She’s taken aback by my response and I know I’ve given myself away.

“That he isn’t it! My god, you’re messing around with him, aren’t you?”

All this time hiding my relationship with Zayn and it comes out like this. Great.

“That’s none of your business.”

She bats her eyelashes in shock. There’s no turning back now.

“Darcy! I cannot believe-“

“Well, believe it. Maybe, if you get your head out of your ass, you can meet him later.”

Before she can respond, I walk away toward the door Zayn had pointed to. I swing it open and see nothing. It’s completely dark. Suddenly hands pull me farther into what must be a closet and as soon as I am pulled into his body, I’m positive it’s Zayn. It’s the most familiar feeling in the world.

“Darcy, you should have known better than to bring Nick.”

I almost tell him about my recent conversation with my mother, but decide that the way he’s groping me now is too hot.

“I know, Zayny. I’ve been a bad girl.”

He doesn’t laugh and I didn’t expect him to. Instead, he lifts one hand from my hip and roughly slams it onto my bum. I cringe in pain and wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him in desperate desire, but he stops me.

“I’m not done, Darcy. You need to be,” he leans in to whisper the last word harshly in my ear, “punished.”

Chills run down my spine and I remove my arms from his neck, letting him control my every move. He grabs one of my wrists and pulls me onto the floor. I lay face down at his silent request. My arms are in front of me and he is kneeling to my side on his knees. I hear clanging as he takes of his belt. He moves my wrists closer together and loops the belt around them, tightening it as much as he can and I feel my circulation cutting off. He ties it off and leaves my arms there.

He skims his fingers down my back, reaching my bottom and pulling the hem of my dress up to my waist. When my ass is exposed, he rubs the area he previously spanked. His hand disappears and I wince as he smacks me again. I let out a moan and he places one knee on either side of my legs. He rubs the sensitive skin again and this time leans over on top of me, kissing my neck tenderly. Those tender kisses turn into soft nibbles and, eventually, rough love bites. He lifts up and turns me around so that I’m on my back, looking up at him. My eyes have adjusted enough to see his outline and I start to lift my arms up to pull his head down so he’ll kiss me. No such luck.

He pushes my hands back down and kisses my forehead before reaching down and slipping his hand into my thong. He wastes no time finding the spot that makes me shiver, but he soon pulls away, dragging my panties down to my ankles. I kick them off completely.

“You’re plenty wet, aren’t you?”

“Mmm, yes. Please, give it to me, Zayn.”

“Shh, Darcy. I’m not going to fuck you if you beg.”

It’s just so hard not to while he’s hovering over my bare bottom. I whimper and bite my tongue to stop myself.

“Now, Darcy. I’m not very happy about you coming here with someone else. Why would I be upset about that?”

“Because I’m yours?”

“Exactly, love. You’re mine.”

He leans down and presses his lips against my chest; sucking harshly and forming a small bruise right between my breasts.

“All mine.”

He finally brings his lips to meet mine and kisses me with lustful passion, breaking away only seconds later. Too soon. He starts to unbutton his pants, pulling them down to his mid-thighs and leaving them there.

“Who do you belong to, Darcy?”

“You, Zayn! Only you!”

“That’s good, baby girl. I wanna hear you say that when I make you come.”

Before I can reply, he is at my entrance, quickly thrusting himself in. I moan in response and he halts his hips, silencing me with a kiss. He pulls back and pummels into me again, this time, not pausing before repeating the action.

He roughly buries himself into me over and over, hardly breaking his lips away from mine and I’m at a loss for breath. He lifts one of my legs up without interrupting the rhythm, making each pump more sensual than the last. I feel a burning in the pit of my stomach and I bring it to his attention as he instructed.

“Zayn, I’m yours. I’m yours. Oh, god. I’m close!”
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Jesus, Darce. I love you.”

He’s over the dominating mood, I suppose. He slows his thrusts, slowing and intensifying my climax.

“I love you too, Zayn. So much.”

He leans down and kisses me gently as I moan, tightening around his member. He groans in return, pushing into me one last time as he releases, holding himself there as I feel his lips quiver. After we can both think properly, he slowly pulls out, leaving me feeling empty and stands up. He pulls his pants up and puts out a hand. I take it between my bonded hands and he brings me to my feet with ease. He reaches down and picks up my panties, slipping them into his pocket instead of handing them to me.

“Zayn!”

“You can have these back as soon as you tell your parents about us.”

“Well, I guess I’m in luck because I told my mom right before I came in here.”

His eyes shoot open and his jaw drops.

“You told your mom that you were on your way to fuck me in a closet?”

“NO! I told her I was seeing you. Well, kind of. Let’s go do it properly.”

He wraps his arms around my waist and kisses me, his lips moving fluidly with mine. He starts to pull me toward the door until I clear my throat.

“Don’t you need your belt back?”

He chuckles and undoes the belt from my wrists, rubbing them softly to relieve some of the numbness. He puts his belt back on and double-checks that his shirt is tucked in.

“I’ll take my panties now.”

He winks at me and holds the door open for me, shoving the underwear deeper into his pocket.

“Nah, you can wait until after round two.”

Notes

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