"Do not speak unless I say you can. Understand?"

He still had his hand around my throat and he was towering over me so much that my head was tilted back to look him in the eyes.

I tried to nod, but with his hand around my neck, It was almost impossible. He got the gist though and moved on.

"You are to do everything I command. Understand?"

I smiled and tried to nod again. My bottom lip was between my teeth and I was smiling as I felt blissful.

I would finally have everything I wanted in a man. Someone who was carefree and easy going, but that could also dominate me and control me within reason.

Maybe Dominic was capable of being that, but he would never be that for me. He showed me that he only wanted me for my body, even today when he was trying to win me back.

"Hey! Mind on me, slut," he smacked my ass and I yelped.

"Apologize for thinking about him," he commanded.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," I whispered as I looked into his eyes.

"Every time you think of him you are you say 'I'm sorry, Daddy.' Understood? You may speak."

"Yes, Daddy," I whispered again.

"I will know when you think of him so you better tell me before I have to say something and If I hear you say that, you will add another to your punishment so I pray you push him from your mind tonight, for your own sake.

You want rough? I'll be cruel. You want to be dominated? I'll hurt you. You don't want to be able to sit tomorrow? I'll make sure you can't stand. But remember that this is what you wanted."

Wait...what? What had I gotten myself into?

"Strip, and don't make me ask twice. I hate repeating myself," he commanded before letting me go.

I pulled my shirt and then my bra over my head before pushing my shorts and thong down my legs and they pooled to the floor.

He didn't even look at my body, his eyes still focused on mine.

"Lean over the back of the couch with your knees on the cushions. Make sure to arch that ass out."

I bit my lip and complied. I was feeling anxious and was nervous about what was to come. I knew I was also already wet and my thighs were shaking in anticipation.

I heard him unbuckle his belt and then pull it harshly through the loops before he popped it behind me and I jumped from the sound.

"I'm going to hit you until you safe word me. I will not be gentle with you, Genevieve. I am pissed and I am hurt and I thought I knew you better, but I now know what it takes to keep you. Once you safe word me, we will assess if you are capable of safely letting me fuck you and if you are, I will proceed to hurt you some more until you safe word me again. Basically, everything I do tonight will end in you safe wording me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," I was afraid for how the night would end and I was frightened of this Preston, but...he wouldn't hurt me too badly, would he?

He didn't even give me a warning before he brought the belt down against my ass. It definitely felt like he reared his arm back all the way for that one and I screamed.

"Try to be as quiet as you can, Genevieve. You have neighbors and I would hate for them to call the police. Do you understand?"

He sounded so void of emotion. This wasn't the Preston that I was used to. The Preston I used to was warm and kind and understanding, this one was cold and harsh and wanted to hurt me more than bring me pleasure.

I felt the belt against the back of my thighs and tears stung my eyes as I screamed out again.

"When I ask you a question, you answer me. Apologize and then answer."

"I'm sorry, Preston. I do unders-stand," I sniffled.

"I am not Preston. I am Daddy," I felt the belt against my ass and bit down into the couch to suppress the scream.

He beat me with that belt another six more times and each time I screamed out in pain until I was crying with tears rolling down my cheeks. I was sure I was bleeding.

"Please, Preston. No more. I'm so sorry," I cried out. I wanted him to wrap me up in his arms and console me and call me baby and kiss me sweetly, but instead, he brought the belt down against my thighs again.

I didn't make a sound as the noise got trapped in my throat. The pain was so great that I was left breathless. I felt the belt hit my ass again and I couldn't take it any longer.

I quickly turned around and backed away from him, trying to catch my breath.

"I said, enough!" I yelled and swiped away the tears that were streaming down my face with the back of my hand.

"Get back into position," he commanded harshly.

"No, Preston! I'm done! I can't take anymore!"

He stalked over to me and grabbed me by my hair before pulling me to him roughly, "I told you not to call me Preston, and you aren't done. You didn't say your safe word so you must be able to take more, so do as I say and get back into position."

He pushed me back to the couch and into position and I sobbed at the harshness he was displaying towards me.

I didn't want this Preston. I couldn't take this Preston. This wasn't my Preston.

I tensed up as I heard the sound of the belt slicing through the air before it came down against my ass.

"Muffins!" I sobbed out.

"Do you feel that I can safely fuck you?"

I sobbed harder. I was crying and shaking uncontrollably and he was worried about sleeping with me?

I turned around and backed away from him again before covering my self up with my arms, "NO! I want you to get the fuck out of my apartment, Preston!"

He walked over to me again and I saw fire in his eyes.

I backed up further and cowered away from him, "Please, stop, please!"

"I am not leaving, Genevieve. You belong to me now. You are mine and I will do as I please with you," he grabbed my arm and pulled me to him and crashed his lips to mine.

I pushed away as more tears fell from my eyes, "Come back to me, Preston. This isn't you. Please come back to me," I sobbed as I gripped his suit jacket.

"You wanted this Preston. You wanted rough and now you're second-guessing yourself because I hurt you? You wanted to be hurt!"

"I never wanted this! I wanted a rough, not cruel. Dominic would've stopped immediately after I told him I couldn't take anymore!"

"I told you to safeword me, Genevieve!" I watched as his face fall.

"I couldn't think of the word at the time, Preston! It hurt so bad that my mind completely forgot the word. You just should've stopped!"

He pulled me into his chest and ran his hands through my hair as I sobbed.

"I'm sorry, Genevieve. I'm so sorry."

I pushed him away again, "Get out. I can't look at you right now."

He reached for me, but I backed away.

"Please at least let me care for you before you push me out. I need to rub lotion on your backside."

I shook my head, "No. I don't want you to touch me. I want you to get out."

"Please, Kitten. I'm so sorry. What do you want me to say?"

I looked up at him, "Nothing, Preston. You beat me because you were mad and I agree that you had every right to be, but you wanted to hurt me and when I safeworded you, your first thought was having sex with me. That's absolutely disgusting!"

"I told you that was how it was going to be, Kitten. I told you that before we began," he spoke in a low, gentle voice.

"I didn't think you would actually hurt me, Preston. I thought you cared about me, but with what you just did... it hard to believe you care about anyone, let alone me."

I sighed before looking back down, "Please leave. I'll call you tomorrow."

I walked through the apartment to the front door before I opened and stood behind it so that I wasn't naked in the doorway.

My word was final and I wasn't backing down. I needed time to think about what just happened and I couldn't think clearly with him being here.

He had every right to be mad, hurt, upset, and pissed at me, but he wanted to hurt me and see me cry. He wanted to use and actually abuse me and he had gotten off on that.

I needed time to think if that was what I wanted or not.

"Please, Genev--"

"Out," I stated.

He sighed and walked through the apartment over to me.

"You'll call me tomorrow?"

I looked away, "Yeah."

He leaned down to kiss my cheek but I backed away before it landed.

"Please just leave," I whispered.

He straightened and waited a moment before walking out the door.