CHINEDU a man made for others

MADE FOR EACH OTHER

WRITTEN BY SUNNY JOHN

CHAPTER 1

Daniela's POV ~

7:02pm.

It was just two minutes past 7pm, and yet it was those two minutes that I knew would push him over the edge.

Just two.

I let out a nervous breath as I pushed open the front door to his overly luxurious apartment, stepping inside before I closed it quietly behind myself. I held my keys tight in my hand to stop them from jingling as I carefully dropped them into my purse.

I guess I don't know why I was trying to be quiet, he knew I was home, he always knew.

I made my way through the apartment and towards the stairs leading to the second floor. I went as quickly as I could up the stairs while trying my best to not let the excessive amount of chains and metal pieces on my Louis Vuitton purse jingle.

Having a couple of dangly key chains on a purse is all well and good when you're trying to make the purse look pretty, but as soon as you're trying to be quiet it's pretty much game over for you.

The second I stopped outside our bedroom door, I took a deep breath before I opened it, thankful that he was so rich that his doors didn't creak at all.

He probably used some fancy ass oil to grease the hinges.

Maybe you would expect someone like him to be relaxing downstairs in the living room with a beer, or maybe out with his brother or his friends since it was Friday night - possibly even with another girl.

But he wasn't like that, he saved all that shit for later.

Instead he was sitting at the edge of the bed, watching me as I opened the door. I didn't even have to look at him for long to know what was going through his head. The moment my brown eyes met his blue ones, I knew today wasn't going to be a good one for me.

Actually I knew that since this morning when I accidentally woke him up while I was getting ready for work. He was too tired then but I knew he would bring it up tonight.

The fact I was late home just made it even worse.

"Daniela."

My name left his mouth in a cold tone dripping with anger as he rose to his feet.

"Ayden."

I gripped the leather handles of my purse in my hand, watching his tall form as he closed the gap between us slightly.

"You're late."

A simple sentence of two words, yet when said so ominously, they could scare the shit out of anyone.

Although he was clearly raging, he was also keeping himself calm. I always found it the scariest when someone is eerily calm while you know that they're fuming inside.

If they haven't let their anger consume them yet enough to openly show it, you're only at the first stage.

Stage one was when the anger was building inside them.

"I know, I'm so sorry. It was dark in the parking lot downstairs and I dropped my keys under the front car seat and-"

"You know I don't like excuses Daniela."

His words cut mine off and I just clamped my mouth shut, nodding my head. He continued to step towards me, his eyes now raking over my body as he did.

He took in the designer black knee-length dress I was wearing along with the Louboutin heels, both of which he bought for me.

Actually, he bought all my clothes for me, all of them being designer. One thing he never stopped doing was splashing his cash on me, we both knew it wasn't because he felt guilty, it was because he wanted me to meet his standards in terms of my appearance.

As well as meeting his dress standards I'd also just started my new job at an accountancy firm here in New York City after I graduated this summer. I had to dress the part for this job since it was in Manhattan, hence why I wore this particular dress to work today.

"Where's your jacket?"

"Ayden it's the middle of summer in New York, it's too hot for a jacket."

"I don't care if we're in the fucking desert, you're showing too much skin." My dress had thick straps on the shoulders and a square neckline - it definitely wasn't too much skin.

But I wasn't going to tell him that.

"I'm sorry."

"Take it off, I don't like it." He kept his eyes on me, waiting expectantly for me to take it off.

"But you chose this dress for me at the store." When I spoke in a confused tone he just gave me a glare, clearly not appreciating my reminder. "O-okay, I'll just go and change then."

When I took a step in the direction of the closet, he spoke again, still giving me a hard glare.

"Here Daniela, now."

I held his stare for a moment but the look he was giving me was enough to tell me he wasn't going to budge. This was his favourite part after all, he loved to try and humiliate me as much as he could.

I carefully set my purse down on the floor knowing that if I mistreated it in front of him he would only increase my punishment. Having such a nice purse wasn't worth it if he was going to watch my every move with it. But he insisted on treating me to it and I knew better than to reject his gift.

When I bent down to remove my heels, he lifted his hand up to stop me, giving me a sick smirk.

"Leave them on."

I slowly straightened up again, reaching behind myself to undo the zipper as much as I could before I dropped the straps of the dress over my shoulders. After a couple of shimmies the dress finally dropped down my figure and to the floor, pooling around my shoes.

While I stepped out of it, I kept my eyes on him as he came towards me, taking in my underwear. Although I mostly preferred to wear more comfortable underwear he always made sure I was wearing the lacy, sexy stuff incase he wanted me.

According to him the last thing he wanted to see was my granny panties when he was hard and ready to fuck.

He stopped right in front of me, his eyes travelling over my body as I just stood their like a piece of meat.

Then I saw his hand swing out, connecting with my cheek.

The force of his slap caused me to stumble back in my heels but before I could fall, he reached out to grab me. His grip on my upper arm was tight and painful as he glared at me.

Now we're at stage two. His anger has finally reached the surface.

"First you wake me up and then you're fucking late home. Didn't you learn from the last time you were late?"

His free hand gripped my chin tightly forcing me to look into his blue eyes as flashbacks from my last punishment came to my mind. I could hardly walk the next day thanks to his assault on my lady parts and I could barely sit on my ass without it stinging.

That was just for being late. That day I didn't accidentally wake him up and I didn't wear a dress that angered him either.

When he could tell I was thinking about that particular day, his smirk came back on to his face.

"You were late by four minutes that day. I guess today was only two minutes so that's only twenty slaps to that little pussy of yours. But, that's not all you've done today, is it?"

His grip on my arm tightened as he pulled me up against his chest, I could feel his breath on my skin as he brought his face closer to mine.

"You woke me up and you showed other men what belongs to me."

With that he roughly shoved me onto the floor before he bent down to grab my ankle. I let out a shriek when he dragged me across the marble floor of our bedroom by my ankle, into the middle of the room.

Before I could even lift my head up to look up at him, I felt his foot come into contact with my ribs causing me to let out a scream. He kicked me a few more times until I was absolutely sure my ribs were broken although he never actually went that far.

He completely ignored my cries as he leaned down and roughly pulled off my bra and then ripped off my panties too, leaving me naked on the cold floor.

You'd be surprised how much that actually hurt, it always left my skin red and sore afterwards.

"It's a shame to have to damage such a perfect little body."

I turned my head to look at him as he licked his lips, staring at my naked body.

"Hey Ayden?" When I spoke in a hoarse voice his eyes snapped to mine. "Fuck you."

He let out a chuckle at my words although his eyes gave away how angry I had made him. Yes he had total financial control over me and he was physically dominant too but that didn't mean I let him just do it to me.

He nodded his head as he came over to me bending down to grab my hair.

"You always got to use that smart little mouth of yours, huh?"

The moment those words left his mouth he slammed my head down onto the marble floor causing my vision to blur for a few moments. My sobs continued to leave my mouth as he grabbed me by my hair again and lifted me up from my lying position and onto my knees.

I'm sure you can guess why he put me on my knees in front of him.

As soon as he was done using my mouth for his pleasure he picked me up to throw me roughly onto the bed face first. At this point my face was in absolute agony from the contact with the bed and also stung from the slaps I got while I pleasured him.

I heard him open a drawer next to the bed and the unmistakable sound of a wrapper being opened. Although I couldn't see what he was doing, I knew what was coming.

Then I felt him come up behind me.

As promised, I had twenty slaps onto my area before he pulled me so that my hips were in line with his before he roughly thrust into me causing me to cry out once again.

It was like he was addicted to hurting me. The more he did it, the more intoxicated he became by it. As he pounded into me, he began roughly pull my hair, slap my ass or just find any way he could to hurt me.

And then he finally came and we reached stage three of his anger - it finally started to come down.

Once he'd reached his climax, he took a few moments to catch his breath before he finished up my punishment. Throwing me back to the cold floor, after a couple more kicks to my stomach and slaps to my face, he was finally done with me for that day.

I watched as he used his strength to tear my dress up ignoring the fact he paid for it in the first place.

That's rich people for you - money means nothing to them. He tossed the torn fabric at me before leaving the bedroom to go into the bathroom.