"Sugar daddy? No I don't know the meaning behind that word." I say with a confused look on my face.

Something about Zayn made me feel uneasy, but in a exciting way that I will be able to work with him in his business. He's also really attractive.

"I'll discuss more about that when the times come." He whispers into my ear making the hairs on my neck stand up. His warm yet icy breathe made me feel tingling in my skinny jeans.

"Okay Zayn." Which was all I could manage to stay, trying to keep my fluster feelings to myself.

I get in the backseat of the car and Zayn joins me instead of sitting in the passenger seat, he places his hand on my thigh and I become fidgety by his big hand rubbing up and down.

"No need to be nervous. I'm going to take really good care of you. You have no idea." Zayn gives me his signature smirk and I couldn't help, but blush at the feeling of him caring for me.

I can't lie that Zayn is ridiculously attractive and I could stare at him all day like a timeless painting at a museum.

"Daydreaming about me?" Zayn asked licking his lips, as he hiked his hand up to my waist, almost between my legs.

"N-no. I was just thinking to hard is all." I stutter slightly, looking out the window.

"We're you thinking of something naughty, hm? Is something else that's hard that you didn't tell me about?" Zayn pressed his hand deeper between my legs and I couldn't fight the urge to moan a little.

"Such a sweet moan you got Niall, I don't like it when you hold out. We'll need to work on that." Zayn says in a firm statement, his eyes never leaving mine.

His hand finally leaves between my thighs causing my heart rate to go back normal. I felt cold already missing the warmth he gave me.

What am I even talking about? He's basically my boss and I'm here enjoying him touching me without my permission, but secretly liking it at the same time. I'm extremely conflicted and confused.

I didn't even realize the car stopped moving when Zayn said, "Let's get you suited for some experimenting." His voice moves, as he opens the door and grabs my arm softly pulling me out of the car.

His friend. Which I believe his name is Liam doesn't follow us, he goes to a large building on left and we're going to the building on the right. There's another building in the middle that connects to the two on both sides.

His hand pressed against my back as we head into a elevator that goes to the twenty first floor and we go into which I think it's Zayn's office.

"Welcome to my office, please take a seat." Zayn replies locking the door behind me.

I sit in front of his desk fidgeting with my fingers.

"Why did you touch me?" I blurted out.

"In the car?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

"Just trying to easy your nervousness. You seem pretty tense."

"I'm just a bit sensitive is all." I say feeling the blood rush to my cheeks.

"I'll see just how sensitive you are, very soon." Zayn gives me this hungry look that he wants to eat me. It makes me hot and bothered.

What does me mean by seeing how sensitive I am? I wonder he plans on touching me again. It felt oddly good in a way even though he shouldn't be touching me in those kinds of places.

"Do you have any questions for me?" He asked as he laid back on his chair.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty four and my good friend Liam is twenty five."

Wow he doesn't even look his age. He looks even younger.

"What am I going to be doing today?"

"Very simple stuff for today. My desk is a mess and I would like you to put the paperwork in one neat pile and do you mind doing a little cleaning in my office?"

"I don't mind at all Zayn. It's the least I could do for helping my school out." I say with a smile.

"I need to head out real quick to talk to some of my workers, will you be alright by yourself?"

I nod. "Yes."

I watch Zayn leave his office and I started to clean his messy desk. It started to become unusually hot inside his office, I didn't want to complain, so I simply tog off my tank top and skinny to be more comfortable. It's not like anyone could see here in the twenty first floor.

Zayn POV:

I go into my secret room where I have cameras in my office and a controlled thermostat bringing up the temperature in my room. I watch as Niall strips off his tank top and skinny jeans. I immediately became rock hard seeing him only in his underwear.

I lay back on my chair, unfastening my belt from pants and started to jerk off my cøck. Niall hums a tune as he swing his hips a little as he piles my papers together. One of the papers falls down and he bends over getting a perfect view of his arse.

"You don't know how badly I wanna screw you Niall." I moan out loud stroking myself faster already pre-cum at the sight of a sweaty Niall continuing moving his hips, as he cleaned around my office.

I cüm hard into my hand and clean myself while I glance at Niall smooth body dancing. I try to fix myself up before heading back into my office.

Niall POV

I'm actually can do this for weeks in my underwear and clean Zayn's office. Nothing to complicated for me to do until Zayn comes back.

The warm temperature went down all of sudden and started to become cooler. I start to put on my skinny jeans when I hear the door open.

"Zayn!" I shriek, covering my upper body.

I watched him close the door behind him, "Why are you naked?"

"It was getting r-really hot in here." I stutter, as I try to put on my skinny jeans, but failing misery.

"You don't know what you do to me Niall." He whispers, approaching closer to me.

Before I had to say anything, he pushes me back placing his soft lips against my neck. I let him take control because this feeling felt wonderful.

His hand shove down my underwear making me moan unexpected, as I exhale into Zayn's mouth when he starts me.

"You're not leaving my office until I fück you. Do you understand?" He growled which tempted me to give in, but this foreign feeling pleasure is all be to me and I'm quite enjoying it.

"Don't stop." I plead guilty as my face turned red. He chuckled and kissed my body down and worked his big warm hands faster.

"We need to work on stamina. You'll cüm to quick at this rate." He muttered increasing the speed until I cry out in pleasure releasing white fluid.

I felt dirty and confused on what he did. I'm probably shouldn't be experiencing this at my age. I'm twitching from all this pleasure and don't feel good.

"I." I manage to say one word then became dumbfounded at what just happen.

"You alright?" Zayn asked concerned.

"Take me home." I whispered.

"I just started. We'll have to-"

"I said take me home!" I choked out.

Zayn immediately gave me my tank top that was on the floor and I shoved my skinny jean on.

Twenty minutes later. Zayn drives up to my house and I immediately get out the car, but he grabbed my hand softly.

"I hope this doesn't change anything between us. Maybe I should've given an explanation before I touched you. We can talk about this tomorrow, but don't tell no one."

I simply nodded as he drove away.

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