《Punish Me, Daddy》全部章節：第 71 章 - 第 80 章

***Olivia's POV***"Prove it," Chandler growled, his breath against my skin. He didn't give me a chance to breathe. In one powerful motion, he shoved me onto the bed. I hit the mattress with a gasp, my hair sprawling across the pillows. Before I could even blink, he was there, standing over me. "Open your legs," he commanded, his eyes pinning me down more effectively than his hands ever could. My chest heaved, enjoying the way his eyes were admiring my body. I spread my legs slowly, biting my lower lip. He moved to the foot of the bed, his gaze raking over my exposed legs and the short skirt that was now bunched around my hips exposing my pussy. My heart was thundering against my chest, a mix of panic and a desperate, shaking anticipation. He gripped my ankles, dragging me toward the edge of the bed until I was open and vulnerable for him. He dropped to his knees between my thighs. I let out a choked sob, my fingers digging into the sheets as his head dipped low, his ton

***Olivia's POV***I woke up with the sun blinding me, my body feeling like it had been run over by a truck. Every muscle was screaming, and as I tried to shift under the blanket, a sharp soreness between my thighs made my breath hitch. I stayed still for a moment, staring at the ceiling of Chandler's room, letting the memories of last night hit me in waves. He hadn't been kidding when he said he wasn't done with me.I thought he’d let me sleep, but he was insatiable. He tracked every inch of my skin, dragging me from the bed to the couch, then pinning me against the door. He pushed me until I was begging, then pushed me further, fucking me into every corner of his room until I didn't know my own name. I lost count of how many times I orgasmed, my voice going hoarse from screaming for him. By the time he finally let me pass out, the birds were already starting to chirp. I glanced at the bedside clock. 12:15 PM. I slept through half the day. The spot beside me was emp

***Olivia's POV*** "Oh god, Daddy, just like that..." I moaned in his mouth, tears staining my cheeks. Chandler was under me sitting on the couch, I sat across his lap, my legs parted and straddling his hips. His position was leaning back, his hand on my waist and the other around my neck, squeezing. "You don't want Daddy to stop, don't you? You want me to fuck you harder? You want to cum?" he panted and bit my lower lip. "Yes, oh god, yes! Harder! Make me cum, please!" I was the one on top of him but he was the one fucking me, his cock deep inside me as he thrust his hips harder, slamming in and out of me, hitting just the right spot. I pulled away from him and leaned back, my hands on his knees behind me as I watched his cock disappear in my wet pussy over and over. His hold on my neck tightened, I clenched around his length and gripped his hips tighter with my knees, trying to feel all of him. He watched me with an intensity that made my heart race faster than the

***Olivia's POV*** The silence that followed was deafening. Drake’s hands stayed frozen in the air, his fingers twitching as he slowly pulled them back. Behind him, I heard the scraping of chairs. "We... we should probably give you guys some space," Mika whispered, her eyes darting nervously between us. Hannah didn’t say anything, she just gave my shoulder a firm squeeze before they both hurried out the door. Now it was just us. "Liv?" Drake’s voice was thick with confusion. He slid into Mika's seat, leaning towards me. "What was that? Where have you been and why haven't you called? Did your uncle do something?" I finally let out the breath I was holding. "He didn't do anything, Drake," I said, my voice shaking. "I was... I was just thinking. I needed space." "Space?" he asked, confused. "You need space from what? If your uncle is threatening you, if he's telling you to stay away from me—" "It’s not Chandler! And he's not my uncle!" I snapped, the sudden volume of my v

***Chandler's POV*** Seraphina: Can’t you just come back to London? Even for a day? He’s asking for you again. He misses you. I shoved the phone back into my pocket. The name 'Chad' felt like a ghost from a life I didn't recognize anymore. I couldn't leave. Not when Olivia had been acting weird and fidgety lately. I walked outside and walked towards the garden area. She was in the middle of the garden, lying flat on her stomach on the grass. Her feet were kicked up in the air, swinging back and forth, and she was hunched over a sketchbook. I walked out, the grass crunching under my shoes. I stood over her, blocking the sun. "You’re going to get grass stains on my shirt," I said. Olivia didn't even look up. She just kept scribbling, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Then don't look at me. Problem solved." "Watch the attitude." "Watch where you're standing, Chandler. You’re blocking my light," she snapped, finally looking up at me with a bratty tilt of her chin. "Go