Alle Kapitel von Punish Me, Daddy: Kapitel 51 – Kapitel 60

***Olivia's POV***The next morning, Chandler was wearing his business suit while he sat on the table, having his breakfast. As usual, he also prepared my breakfast before I even arrived. "We're going to your father's company today," he said, not looking up as I sat down at the breakfast table. "It’s time you stopped being a guest in your own legacy." I gripped my glass of orange juice. "I guess I didn't take Business Administration just to stare at the walls. But I’m on break. I’m supposed to be relaxing, not stepping into... uh... work." "You'll relax when the assets are secured," he snapped, finally meeting my gaze. His eyes were dark, suddenly all about business and responsinility now. "Because if you don't, the vultures will pick the bones of everything James built. Is that what you want? To let it all rot because you wanted your break?" The bratty retort died in my throat. He knew exactly which buttons to press. He knew I was capable, and he knew I was terrified of fail

***Olivia's POV***My head dipped against the headrest of the swivel chair, my breath coming in shaky gasps. Chandler didn't say a word. He simply pulled a chair over, sitting directly in front of me. He leaned forward, propping his elbow on the table and resting his chin on his fist, watching me with a look that was both analytical and devastatingly handsome. God, he was haunting. In this light, he looked like a king who had just conquered the world. Even through the haze of the vibration, I couldn't stop my mind from traitorously noting how perfect his face was. It should be a crime to look this good. In his other hand was the small remote, playing with it. "You were very brave in there, Olivia," he murmured, his thumb sliding over the button. "It was impressive how you remained composed as you're about to c*m." I was so wet I was worried the toy was gonna slip off me. All of the sudden, I didn't want it off. I wanted to finish. Suddenly, he thumbed the button down to a

***Olivia's POV***Walking out of the building, the air felt shockingly cold against my skin, which still felt like it was smoldering from the inside out. My legs were a little shaky, and every time the fabric of my skirt brushed against my inner thighs, I felt a sharp, electric jolt. A reminder of the way Chandler’s tongue had just devoured every inch of me. No one had ever done that to me. Not once. I had spent so long thinking something like that was only for p*rn and men in real life don't really like doing it, Drake never initiated it, but Chandler had turned me into an altar. I was still hyperventilating a little, the memory of his head between my legs and the way he looked at me while I shattered all over his tongue was making my head spin. "Hungry?" Chandler asked, his voice returning to that smooth, authoritative baritone, though his eyes were still dark with a lingering hunger. "Starving," I whispered, not even lying. The adrenaline had burned through everything.

***Olivia's POV***I leaned back against my headboard, clutching a glass of wine while Hannah and Mika argued over which slasher movie had the hottest villain. My room was a mess of open chip bags and discarded shoes. "I'm telling you, the killer in the mask is always a ten," Mika insisted, waving a fry at the TV. Then she nudged me. "But seriously, Liv. How do you even live with him? If I had a guardian that looked like that, I’d fail every single subject in school just to get more tutoring sessions and disciplining from him." I felt the heat creep up my neck, my mind flashing at the times he disciplined me in his office. My skin crawled with heat, I could almost feel the sting on my palm and butt cheeks. "That'll be a nightmare," I didn't realize a spoke out loud. "A hot nightmare," Hannah added, winking. Suddenly, a firm knock at my door made all three of us jump. The air in the room shifted instantly, the giggling dying out as the door swung open. Chandler stood there, his

***Olivia's POV***I felt the vibration of my phone under my pillow, a loud buzz that made my heart leap into my throat. I glanced at Hannah and Mika, they were out cold, tangled in the blankets. Chandler: My office. Now. My skin prickled with a mix of dread and a traitorous, pulsing excitement. I threw on my silk robe, the fabric cool against my cold skin from the air conditioning, and crept out of the room. The hallway felt so long and the floor freezing against my bare feet. When I pushed the heavy door to his office open, the only light came from a single desk lamp. Chandler was leaning against the front of his desk, arms crossed. "Close the door," he commanded. I did, the click of the latch echoing the room. I stayed by the entrance, my pulse thrumming in my ears. "It’s two in the morning, Chandler. My friends are right down the hall." "Your friends have quite the memory for detail," he said, his eyes tracking me with a terrifying focus that made me shuffle on my