Alle Kapitel von Punish Me, Daddy: Kapitel 41 – Kapitel 50

***Chandler's POV*** I reached down, my hand sliding under her panties and finding the slick moisture between her thighs. She let out a broken, high-pitched gasp, her fingers clawing at my shoulders. I leaned my head down, kissing her collarbone, groaning at the feel of her skin on my tongue. God, she was perfect, the way she responds to my touch like she was specially made for me. "Does your little boyfriend know how much you get wet for me? How you scream like a wh*re when I bury my fingers inside you?," I murmured against her skin. I drove two fingers inside her with a brutal force that made her gasp some more. I didn't care about being gentle. I wanted her to feel everything, I wanted her to break for me again. I moved my thumb against her cl*t, my pace going faster, the wet, slapping sound of my hand against her flesh echoing in the quiet kitchen. I watched her face, the way her face reddens, the way her throat moved to let out those delirious, shaky whimpers I could

***Olivia's POV***Drake was in high spirits when he brought me to the pier. He was being incredibly attentive, holding my hand firmly as he navigated us through the crowd. He bought me a cold lemonade and kept checking in, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over my knuckles. "You okay, Liv? You look a little pale," he said, pulling me into the shade of a souvenir shop. He reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, his touch gentle... completely different from the bruising, possessive grip I’d felt earlier this morning. "I'm fine, Drake. Just... the sun," I whispered. "You know we can always go back if you change your mind," he said, kissing my temple. The guilt was too much. He was being so nice. He was trying so hard to be the perfect boyfriend for me while I was in that house letting my Dad's bestfriend manhandle me and f*ck me with his fingers "You're right," I lied, leaning my head against his shoulder. "I needed to get out." We spent the afternoon watch

***Olivia's POV***The silence of Chandler’s mansion was different after three days. It wasn't the peaceful kind of quiet, it was a heavy, watchful silence that seemed to track my every move. I sat on my spot in the library, clutching my phone. I stared at Drake’s last text. Drake: I miss you already, baby. I know you miss me too so I sent you a package. It'll be there tommorow. I bit my lower lip, the heaviness in my chest returning as I texted back. Me: I miss you too. I can't wait to see it. I felt like I was evaporating. I didn't know where to go, what I should do, how to breathe, or what to wear without checking to see if he approved first. The door didn't creak, it simply swung open. Chandler stood there, leaning on the doorframe sideways. He didn’t knock. He never did anymore since he decided he wouldn't let me go. I thought he was bluffing, but the the way he'd been lurking around me? I was truly f*cked. "What do you want now?" I asked, clicking my tongue and

***Chandler's POV***I watched her in the vanity mirror, the pink silk of the dress clinging to her curves like a second skin. My chest tightened, a familiar, toxicIty of my lust and a guilt that tasted like ash. Too f*cking young for me, I kept telling myself. Her father would kill me. The memory of my bestfriend’s face was a dull ache in my skull. I was supposed to be her guardian, her parent figure after he passed. Instead, I was the one dragging her into the deep end, corrupting the only thing he had left. But then she met my eyes in the reflection, and the guilt drowned under a wave of pure, dark obsession. Having finally seen her drop the mask, getting a taste of her, there was no going back. The obsession was a roar in the pulse, a point of no return. "Olivia," the name was barely a murmur. She flinched slightly, her fingers fumbling with the zipper on the back. The color made her look like herself, shifting her image from a girl who doesn't know herself to someone

***Chandler's POV***My vision was tunneling. The only things that existed in the entire universe were the heat radiating off Olivia’s skin and the wet, frantic sound of our mouths and breaths colliding. I gripped her jaw, my thumb pressing into the soft hollow of her cheek to hold her still as I drank her in. Her tongue tangled with mine, a messy, uncoordinated battle that tasted like heaven. "You have no idea," I growled against her lips, my voice wrecked from the sensation. "No f*cking idea what you do to me." I slid my hand from her jaw, my fingers diving into the softness of her hair to tilt her head back. I trailed my mouth down them arched line of her throat, biting at the skin I’d bruised earlier, claiming it again and again. She let out a broken moan that vibrated against my chest, her fingers bunching the fabric of my tuxedo so tightly. My palm met the searing heat of her inner thigh, and I felt her legs fall open for me, a silent, traitorous invitation. I notic