"do you want daddy to fuck you now?"
dedicated to mydaddario risingzayn and zainthevirgin for being so lovely.
how many of you guys thought that i was a girl? just curious.
if you read the comments from the last chapter you'll see that i recently got married :). i'm off the market guys.
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tuesday
"zayn! zayn! you won't believe it! you'll never fucking believe it!" harry ran up to me at my locker, almost knocking me over.
"damn, harry! you almost knocked me off of my feet!"
"sorry, sorry! but guess what!"
"you finally got your period! my little harry, all grown up!" i cooed and pinched his cheeks like a grandmother.
"no, you dick! i asked ashton to come to my game saturday night! and ya know what he said?"
"let me guess. "ew get away from me!" is that what he said? was i right?"
"he said yes! ugh! i can't wait to see him wearing my letterman's jacket and nothing else." he murmured with a smirk and i smacked the side of his head scoldingly.
(im so ready to write that fucking book)
"he's 14 harry! 14! for the love of pete! you and niall can't keep it in your fucking pants!"
"i'm only 17!"
"you turn 18 in a couple of months, harold."
"says the one who's dating a 24 year old!" i playfully swung my fist, but the lucky bastard ducked before i could sock him.
"shut your dirty mouth."
"niall told me that justin showed you his playroom yesterday. you think i could borrow it? man i'd love to tie ashton up and-,"
"oh my fucking god! you two are literally scum! and niall can't keep his god damn mouth shut to save his life!" i groaned as i slid my back down against the lockers.
"was it big? did you guys fuck? did he gag you? does he have riding crops? i want to borrow one."
(big like his diiiiiiiick!)
(if i didn't make these interjections i don't think i'd be able to survive)
"we did not fuck. it was...w-well..."
telling harry would be much too embarrassing.
but i suppose i could tell you.
(i'm always breaking the damn fourth wall i'm soRRY!)
after justin had popped me on the mouth for cursing, he showed me around the large, red room. there was a bed in the corner with a large, black duvet. an x was along one wall with clasps on each end. there were shelves full of hanging whips, paddles, chains, and balls gags. the drawers were filled with all sorts of instruments of torture. vibrators, large circular rings but justin wouldn't tell me what they were for, and many pairs of handcuffs.
(yassssss daddy!)
he even had nipple clamps! nipple clamps! my nipples were so sensitive that even the smallest flick of a finger could harden them.
it was so overwhelming. i've never seen so many sex related things before. i didn't know what most of them were for, and i didn't know how they were going to be used on me.
but oh, i wanted him to use them on me so badly.
(me too bitch)
(im sorry)
i craved it almost. but how could i crave something that i've never felt before? it was strange, oh so strange.
but the thought of justin using those things on me...
the thought of justin handcuffing and blindfolding me made me feel hot. as if steam was running against every inch of my body.
after justin had showed me the playroom, we sat down and finished discussing reds and greens. his reds were water sports, anything related to fire, knife play, caning (me), and anything that would cause permanent damage on the skin. there were others but i didn't really know what they meant.
his greens were multiple orgasms, public humiliation, spanking (me), orgasm denial, and many many more. it amazed me how experienced justin was with most of this stuff. i wonder how he even got into this crazy life style. but i suppose i was crazy too, since i was agreeing to all of this.
can you really blame me though?
a powerful man, asking you to submit your body and mind to him so that he could pleasure you beyond your wildest dreams? to make you feel as if you were floating on a cloud?
fuck.
i could feel my length thickening.
(right in front of my salad???)
(i saw the chance and i took it)
(i regret nothing)
"zayn? zayn. you've been staring into space for 5 fucking minutes. the bell has already rang and we are now late to third period. but can i borrow a riding crop or not?" harry waved his hand in front of my face and i snapped out of my day dreaming daze.
"no you can not borrow a damn riding crop! i'm going to class! have fun fucking ashton or whatever!" i threw a book in front of my crotch to hide my obvious boner, which was scraping against my zipper if you must know.
"it was his hat mr. krabs! he was number one!" harry yelled as i ran away and i was this close to going back and slapping him in the face.
i decided to just skip third period and instead go to the bathroom to take care of my problem.
after i made sure that i was alone, i went into one of the handicapped stalls, knowing that i would need the extra space.
my books fell out of my arms. what was wrong was me? did i really get myself hard simply by thinking about the endless amount of things that justin could do to me?
yes.
yes i did.
feverishly, i moved to unzip my pants, sighing with relief as the strain was released. the tent in my boxers was prominent though, and i darted my tongue out to wet my bottom lip.
i stopped myself before i could pull down my briefs.
justin would be angry if he found out that i touched myself without his permission. and i didn't want to disappoint him so soon into this bdsm thing.
but can you imagine how embarrassing it is to ask him?
what if he didn't answer the phone?!
i was panting now, biting my lip as i tried to think of what would be the right thing to do in this situation.
i could call justin, ask him to masturbate, and then relieve myself of some sexual tension.
or, i could walk around and wait for this boner to die down.
both were incredibly embarrassing, and i wanted to slap myself for getting hard in school. and now, here i was. about to masturbate in the boy's bathroom.
i badly wanted to just do it and get it over with, but the obedient side of me knew that i wouldn't be able to deal with the guilt of disobeying justin.
(daddy*****)
(we were all thinking it)
before i could comprehend what i was doing, i pulled my phone out of my back pocket and decided to call the shaggy haired man.
my fingers shook with anticipation as the phone rang twice before the beloved man decided to pick up.
"hi baby boy! is everything alright?! are you ok? do i need to come down there?!"
sigh.
so protective.
it was only making me harder.
"n-no. everything's f-fine. i'm ok."
"well that's good. you know i'd come and beat somebody's ass if i had to."
"yes. i-i know." i whispered.
"aren't you supposed to be in class? where are you? are you skipping? zayn malik, you know these classes matter! you're a senior! you need as many hours as you can get!" justin scolded and i held in a moan at his sternness.
"i know. i'm sorry. it's just...i-i have a bit of a problem and i-i..." how the hell am i supposed to ask this?!
"what is it baby? you know you can tell me anything."
"i'm hard." i spat out as quickly as possible, praying that he had heard me so that i didn't have to repeat myself.
"are you alone?"
"y-yes. i'm in the bathroom."
"such a naughty boy. getting hard in school. you want my permission to touch yourself? well, you're going to have to ask me properly."
"p-please..." i pleaded.
"no. if you don't ask me properly than i won't allow you."
i scrunched my eyes shut, panting heavily at the sudden increase of temperature.
"m-may i please touch m-myself? please?"
"please, what?"
"please, s-sir?" i whispered.
"hm, not what i wanted you to call me, but it will suffice for now. what made you hard, zayn? tell daddy what made you all flustered."
"j-justin please..."
"it's sir right now. call me justin again and i'll punish you, understand? now tell me what got you hard."
"i-i was thinking of you...sir." god. i was so embarrassed. my face was almost at boiling point.
"what about me? were you thinking of what i could do to you? we're you thinking about me taking you into my playroom and doing whatever i wanted to your passive body? is that what made my baby boy so horny?"
"yes." i moaned.
"were you imagining me tying you up? gagging and blindfolding you? and you lie there, putting all of your trust in me, wouldn't you baby? i would mark up your body, claiming every inch of you as mine. then, after you were covered in my love bites, i would slick up two of my fingers and slide them into you. wrap your hand around yourself, zayn. and i want you to imagine that it's my hand."
i obeyed, whimpering as my member met the cold air of the men's restroom.
"flick your wrist, zayn, and then glide your thumb against the tip, prod at it gently."
"o-ok."
"glide your hand up and down, slowly. close your eyes, baby boy. enjoy your pleasure. you're such a good boy for asking me. always obeying my wishes. my good, precious boy." justin praised and a small cry left my mouth as my hand began to move up and down my shaft.
"you sound so lovely, baby. fuck, i can't wait until i can do this to you in person. your face is probably so pretty as you come."
"i-i'm close, sir."
"gonna come for me baby? look at you. you can barely contain yourself. that's it baby, come for daddy." he purred and i nearly dropped my phone as my body shook with my orgasm. by now i was moaning like a pornstar.
my chest heaved and it felt as if my eyes rolled into the back of my head. juices were sliding down my hand and i winced as the stickiness.
"good boy. such a good boy."
(not for long)
(whoops)
"yes..."
"hm. well, now i have a problem to take care of as well. clean yourself up and get back to class, yes?"
"yes."
"yes what, baby boy?"
i smirked, knowing that the next words that would leave my mouth would throw him over the edge.
"yes, daddy."
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yesssss! double update! i actually liked how this chapter came out :).
DADDY JUSTIN!!! i promised you guys more of that and i'm not one to break a promise.
was it hot enough for ya? did you enjoy this little smut scene? i know i did.
ZAYN CALLED HIM DADDY?!?! AKLSPSNDOSK?! about time, shit.
if you see any spanish words i apologize. i'm writing on a spanish keyboard and it usually autocorrects to something in spanish. and i'm far too lazy to fix it :).
i hope you enjoyed it! until next time! 💛