One Direction Preferences (Interracial-Bwwm)

He's Your Pimp //Louis//

"How much did you make tonight?" Louis asked you as you got into the car. You pulled the money out of your bra and hand it over to him.
"I didn't really count it." You told him, biting your lips. Louis pulls over and snatches the money from you. He counts the bills then shoves the money into his pocket. You glance at him, he didn't seem mad so you guessed that the amount you handed him was okay. Louis pulled off the road and continued driving. He didn't sat anything to you the entire drive and you didn't expect him to. Once you guys got to the house, you quickly got out the car.
"Hey, where do you think you are running off to?" He catches up with you grabbing your hand. You shook your head, staring at him.
"No where." You whisper to him.
"Go to my room and wait for me there." He orders you. You quickly nod and once he lets go of you, you rush into the house. You avoid the other girls and walk up to his room. You pushed opened his door and sat on his bed. You ran your hand through your hair letting out a frustrated sigh. The door knob turned and Louis walked in. He started taking off his belt and walked over to you. You stared up at him in fear.
"Why did you only have $600? What am I suppose to do with that? Huh?" He growls hitting the spot beside you with the belt, making you jump.
"I-i I did everything you told me too. That's how much they gave me." You explained to him. Louis rubs the bridge of his nose shaking his head.
"Wrong. Clearly you didn't listen to me. Turn around and bend over." He sneers at you. You shake your head, pleading with him to leave you alone.
"Don't make it worse for yourself. Do as I say." He glares at you. You took a deep breath, your entire body shaking. You turned around bending over onto the bed. As soon as you did that you felt the leather of the belt make contact with your backside. You let out a yelp, gripping the bed sheets.
"Next. Time. I. Send. You. To. Do. Something. You. Better. Do. It. Right." He shouts with every strike. Tears were streaming down your face as he dropped the belt on the floor.
"Go fix yourself." You ran out the room,sobbing uncontrollably.