Alle Kapitel von Punish Me, Daddy: Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

***Olivia's POV***"Do you always work in such depressing silence?" I entered his office without his permission. I just nudged the heavy door open with my hip, balancing a stack of dusty, overstuffed boxes I dragged down from my room. Chandler didn’t even look up from his papers. The sound of papers turning was the only sound in the room until I dropped the boxes in the middle with a heavy thud. "It’s too early for one of your tactics, Olivia," he said but didn't sound as annoyed as the first three days. "I’m working right now. Whatever this is you’ve started, take it elsewhere." "Can't. This is the only room with enough floor space," I replied airily, sitting cross-legged on the carpet right in the center of his vision. I began pulling out old folders, spreading them across the floor. "Besides, these are Dad’s old records from his office back home. I figured since I’m stuck here, I should actually learn about the legacy you keep lecturing me about." I knew mentioning m

***Chandler's POV***It was the fifth day since I grounded Olivia, and she had perfected the art of being a ghost. She didn't throw a tantrum, she didn't tip over my coffee, she didn't almost burn the kitchen down, and she didn't mess up the files in my office. She simply ceased to exist in my presence. When we sat for dinner and this morning's breakfast, she was there physically, but her eyes never left the screen of her phone. I sat in my office, the glow of the laptop screen feeling colder than usual. I had told myself this was what I wanted. Peace to finish my reports. But the sight of her hunched over that device, her thumbs flying across the screen as she likely comforted her boyfriend made my blood simmer. Every time her phone buzzed, I felt a twitch in my jaw. I knew it was him. I stood up and walked to the kitchen to refill my water. As I was going back to my office, I passed by the library. She was there, curled up in an armchair, the light of the phone illuminatin

***Olivia's POV***The sound of Chandler’s car fading down the long driveway felt like a physical weight lifting off my chest and yet, the silence it left behind was even heavier. I sat there for a long time, my fingers tracing the outline of the key he left for me. But then I thought about what had actually made me cry before he walked in. It was the last text from Drake. Drake: If you really love me, you’ll find a way. I'm sitting here, maybe about to lose everything and you're just right there playing house with your uncle. The words felt like a slap, but the familiar sting of guilt washed over me immediately. He was just hurting. I knew how his father talked to him, how that house suffocated him. He wasn't being mean, he was just desperate. I was failing him miserably. He had been with me when I was grieving my Dad, I couldn't even be there for him when he needs me. I stood up, wiping my face with the back of my hand. I looked at the window. The fog was thick, and

***Chandler's POV***The second day in London, by 6:00 PM, the bank issues were finally buried. The Perez accounts were secure. I was at my hotel suite. I needed to clear my head. I’d invited Selene over. She was uncomplicated, sophisticated, and submissive as f*ck. Exactly the kind of distraction I usually favored. We were on the bed. She lay on her back with only her lace undergarments on, her wrists bound tightly together with a silk rope I anchored to the headboard. I settled between her parted legs, hovering over her, my eyes tracking the frantic rise and fall of her chest. "You’ve been a good girl waiting for me, haven't you?" I panted, my voice dropping into that low register. She was exactly my type of woman, but I wasn't looking for a relationship and she wasn't either. Just a good, mindblowing f*ck that we both need. "Yes, Chandler," she whispered, her breath hitching as I wrapped my hand around her throat, pressing harder and watching her moan. "Tell me what you

***Olivia's POV*** "Drake... please..." The words were a breathless, frantic hitch in the back of my throat. My head was tossed back, my hair a chaotic mess against the silk pillows of my bed. I needed this. Here, in the dark of my room. It wad adding to the mood of the scene. "You like that, baby?" Drake whispered, his voice a low rasp against my ear. "Tell me how much you want it." "I do... right there... ah!" I arched my back, my eyes fluttering shut as the sensation began to build into that familiar, tightening coil. I was so close. I could feel the climax right within my reach, a shimmering heat just seconds away from exploding. My heart was hammering, my skin slick as he moved with a desperate, hungry rhythm. I was right on the edge, the tension in my lower stomach coiling into a tight, agonizing knot of pleasure. "Drake, don't stop... almost..." But just as I was about to tip over the edge, Drake grunted and gripped my waist, hoisting me up. He shifted us so tha