But Daddy, I Love Him

***Olivia's POV***

The couch creaked as Chandler adjusted his weight, the sound lost against the sharp crack of his palm meeting my skin.

I gasped, my back arching as the sting radiated across my a*ss. Tears blurred my vision, dripping onto the fabric of his pants.

"Is he worth it, Olivia?" his voice was a low, dangerous rumble. His hand was buried in my hair, tilting my head back just enough to force me to look at him. "Is that boy worth this much defiance?"

"He’s my boyfriend, Chandler!" I gasped, my eyes watering from the lingering sting.

I wanted to scream it. But with my body bend over his knees and my heart hammering against my ribs, I felt helpless. He was the only thing that felt real right now, and he was terrifying.

"You can’t just tell me who I can see. You’re not my father—"

Another spank.

"F*ck!" I cried out, my fingers curling into his pants, my skirt hiked up around my waists and my panties down around my ankle.

"Your father trusted me to ensure you didn't make reckless decisions," he hissed, leaning down until his lips brushed my ear. "Sneaking out to see someone who doesn't respect the boundaries of this house is exactly what I was asked to prevent. As long as you are staying here, the rules are not suggestions."

"I'm sorry, Daddy," I whispered, the word trembling on my lips, thick with a submission I hated myself for feeling. "Please, Daddy... It hurts... "

Chandler’s breath hitched at the name, a flicker of something dark and hungry crossing his face.

The word slipped out before I could stop it. I hated myself for saying it, but it was the only way to make the stinging stop. I just wanted to breathe.

The grip on my hair tightened enough to make me gasp as he forced me again to look into his dark, unyielding eyes.

"If you want to call me that, you better start acting like you mean it," he murmured, his voice dropping low and seductive.

"I hate you," I sobbed, though the traitorous heat pooling in my p**sy told a different story. I was almost certain it was soaking his pants as well.

"Good," he whispered, his hand hovering over me, the shadow of it dark against my flushed, aching skin. "Hate me all you want, as long as you f*cking listen to me. Now, tell me again... are you going to see him tonight?"

I opened my mouth to lie, to scream, to defy him one last time, but the words died in my throat.

I couldn't fight him anymore. It was easier to just break.

"I asked you a question, Olivia," he warned, his fingers tightened in my hair, tugging just enough to make me whimper. "Are you going to see him?"

"No," I choked out, the word broken and final. "No, Daddy. I’ll stay. I’ll stay here with you. Just please... please..."

"Good girl," he growled, the praise vibrating against my skin as he buried his face in the crook of my neck, kissing my skin intimately. "You finally learned how to beg properly."

I closed my eyes, shivering.

He had won.

I told myself I still hated him, but as he held me, I knew I wasn't going anywhere. I was stuck here, and part of me... the part I hated most, didn't even want to leave.

His hand, the same one that had just been spanking my a*ss until it bruised, slid downward. It moved with a slow caress until his fingers found my drenched panties around my ankles. He didn't put them back on me.

"You won't be needing this."