DaddyDomH (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 22

Wow I expected my birthday to be the exact opposite of this.

I looked at myself in the mirror in disgust. This wasn't me. I looked like a hooker, I felt like one too.

Zayn picked this short strapless black dress with the sides open for me. He said he wanted me to wear it for my birthday so he could show me off to his friends. Of course I couldn't go against it either.

Do whatever you have to to get the hell out of here.

I took a deep breath grabbing the bag of make up then looking at all the marks I had to cover on my body. He didn't believe in anything but rough sex.

Nothing but pain.

Fucking asshole.

There was a knock on the door and I looked through the mirror seeing him peek through and smirk coming in. I focused on putting the concealer on my neck, chest and skin exposed on my torso from the dress as his hands wrapped around my waist.

He tightly pulled me in making me wince in pain. My whole torso was sore but healing "Sorry... Forgot about our fun yesterday" he said then kissed my cheek. "Only for you" I whispered remembering him dragging me to the basement, tying me up and having fun with the whip against my skin.

"Your fault. Who told you to try and get your stuff?" I looked down not responding and he chuckled. "Don't worry they'll heal by the time you go home" he said before kissing my cheek again. I looked back up to see him looking into my eyes. "Happy birthday princess" I winced at the last words. I didn't like it coming from his lips, it didn't sound right.

"Ohh and before I forget..." He said digging in his pocket and my heart dropped as I saw it was a box. He opened it revealing a ring and my head instantly shook. Ohh fuck no! "No" I whispered and he laughed grabbing my hand. "Wear it" he ordered. "Why?" I asked then winced as he grabbed my hand tightly sliding it on. "Because you don't want to get on my bad side again" he said simply.

What was the point of this? A ring? I was leaving in two more days and the second I left, I would take it off and once I got to New York, it would be pawned.

He spun me to face him grabbing my chin. "Today is your day but, my rules still stand" I swallowed hard. "You are to stay by my side and you're not allowed to talk to anyone unless I say otherwise. Is that understood?" He asked not breaking the eye contact and I nodded.

"That was too easy" he gripped my chin tighter. "I'm pretty sure once we get downstairs, you're still going to try and disobeying me but trust me I'm watching you. No one is going to take you from me. You're mine. Not even Harry can change that" Harry? What did he have to do with this?

"He can't handle you, but I can"

When did Harry come into this conversation?

He looked down over the dress and bt in his lip. "You look so sexy in this dress though. Never been so happy to call of this...." He whispered let in his hands run over my body as I looked away in disgust. "Mine"

I took a deep breath still not responding to anything he was saying and he laughed. "Isn't this what you want? To be wanted? To be desired? Well you got it now love. You got me, and I'm the best thing you'll ever get" he said then grabbed my ass squeezing it hard.

I kept my hands at my side even though I wanted to connect them to his face hard.

"Be downstairs in 15 or I'll come get you myself" He said walking out the room.