《Punish Me, Daddy》全部章節：第 61 章 - 第 70 章

I woke up to the feeling of Chandler’s chest rising and falling against my back. For a moment, I just lay there, the events of the night last night playing like a movie inside my mind. I turned over slowly, trying not to wake him. He looked younger when he was asleep. I couldn't help it, I leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth. He hummed, a low vibration that I felt in my own chest, and his eyes fluttered open. A lazy, flirty smirk tugged at his lips. "Morning, darling," he rasped, his voice sounding lazy. "You’re up early." "I'm hungry," I whispered, trailing my fingers down his arm. "And you always make the best breakfast." "Is that right? Do you just want me for my cooking?" He pulled me in for one more deep, passionate kiss before swinging his legs out of bed. "Go wait in the kitchen. I'll be there in a second." I padded out to the kitchen, the cool tile floor waking up my senses. I hopped onto the counter, my legs dangling, watching a

***Olivia's POV***Mika had been vibrating with a weird, bubbly energy since she woke us up, insisting we get dressed for a girls day. Hannah and I kept exchanging wary glances over our iced coffees. Mika was usually the busy one, but today she was acting like she’d won the lottery and being giggly. "Seriously, Mika, did you find another sugar daddy?" I asked as we entered this boutique. "You’re acting… suspicious." "I just think we deserve a win!" Mika chirped, holding up a pink dress that probably cost more than my car. "No boys, no drama, just us. Isn't this great?" "It’s great," Hannah said, though her eyes were narrowed as she watched Mika practically skip toward the fitting rooms. She leaned closer to me, whispering, "She’s definitely hiding something. She hasn't stopped checking her phone all day." I tried to focus on the shopping, the perfect day, and the gossip, but my mind kept drifting back to the talk with Chandler at the dining room yesterday. 'I’m done." T

***Chandler's POV***I leaned back in my chair, the blue light of my monitor stinging my eyes. I had been staring at the same legal merger documents for the last hour, but my mind was somewhere else. A mistake, huh? I tightened my jaw and closed my laptop with more force than necessary. If she wanted to pretend the last few days didn't happen, that was her decision. I wasn't going to beg. I stood up, adjusting my watch, and headed downstairs. The house was quiet, the kind of heavy, expectant silence that only exists when someone is waiting for the other shoe to drop. I walked down the stairs just as the front door clicked open. Olivia stepped inside, looking slightly disheveled and flushed. In her arms was a massive bouquet of deep red roses. I stopped at the base of the stairs, my eyes narrowing. "You're back." "Yeah," she said, her voice a little too bright, a little too hurried. She didn't look at me directly, instead busying herself with adjusting the flowers in her

***Chandler's POV***I pounced again, my mouth crashing onto hers with a feral hunger that made her head snap back against the headrest. Her initial gasp was swallowed by my tongue as I invaded her mouth, deep and unyielding, seeking to taste the lie she was telling herself. With a soft, broken whimper, her arms flew up, wrapping tightly around my neck, her fingers digging into the hair at the base of my skull to pull me even closer. Our tongues tangled, the sound of our breathing loud and desperate. I shifted, my free hand sliding down from her throat, palming her breast through the soft fabric of that floral dress. I squeezed, hard enough to make her moan into my mouth, my thumb brushing over her n*pple until it peaked against the thin material. She let out a sharp, needy sound, her body arching off the seat as she tried to get closer to me. Her hands didn't stay on my neck, they slid down, her palms flat against my chest before her fingers hooked under the hem of my shirt.

***Chandler's POV***I looked at her over, noting the short skirt and the heavy makeup. I had been out for less than two hours, a quick meeting to settle an important business outside, and yet the entire time, my mind had been on the tracker in her car and the clock on the wall. How f*cking satisfied I was to see she was back early, I was even considering giving her a pass for the punishment I had in store for her. I had warned her of the consequences, yet here she was, my little brat, trying to slip through the front door like a thief, dressed like a fantasy for men.. "Chandler," she choked out, her hand flying to her chest. "I... I thought you were out. You didn't text back." I looked down at her legs, the hem of that skirt barely skimming her thighs, then back up at her face. Her lips were painted a defiant red, still swollen from when I claimed them in the car earlier. "You look like you’re heading out, Olivia. I haven't even given you your surprise yet." "Move," s