All Chapters of Punish Me, Daddy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

***Chandler's POV*** The heavy thud of the front doors reaching where I stood upstairs, behind the railings of the stairs. I didn't move, staying where I was. It was Olivia, her hair curled and down, wearing a black spaghetti strap top and a black and red striped, short skirt. She was supposed to be out with her friends, that's what she told me. It hadn't been an hour since she left, but she was already back. And she was wearing a skirt. She met with her boyfriend. My jaw ached from the force of my clenching teeth. I was already picturing that Crawford boy's throat beneath my hands. I would ruin him without remorse if Olivia didn't care about him. I expected her to come straight up the stairs, to retreat to her room. Instead, I watched her pace around the living room, her fists clenched and her breathings heavy. When she finally stopped pacing, she threw herself on the couch, her screams muffling as she kicked her feet beneath her. An involuntary tug pulled at the cor

***Olivia's POV***I reached back with a steady hand, smoothing my skirt over my thighs with a slow and calm motion, though my heart was still hammering against my ribs. I sat up, brushing a stray curl behind my ear. I didn't look at him. I didn't look at the couch. I just looked at the stairs behind him. "You should probably get back to work," I said, my voice coming out flat, almost bored. Chandler was adjusting his cuffs, his movements precise, his expression as unreadable as mine. He didn't look like a man who had just dry hump me, he looked like a man who had just finished doing a chore. "I think I’ll take a shower first," he replied. I finally looked at him, and for a split second, my mask slipped. My eyes dropped to the front of his pants. There was a visible, dark dampness spreading across the fabric... an undeniable mark of how I wet I was and my orgasm. Heat flared in my cheeks, and I quickly looked down at my own lap. My skirt was hiked up a little, and there,

***Chandler's POV*** I had my security team wire a tracker to her car while. I told myself it was for her safety. I told myself I was just fulfilling my promise to her father, to look after her. I told myself it's because she was ruining her life. I was lying to a dead man. When the notification pinged on my phone at 11:30 PM, I was already in my car, the engine idling. She was sneaking out. I followed the pulsing red dot on my screen, keeping a three car distance, my hands gripping the steering wheel so hard as I watched her car maneuvered. She led me to a club downtown, a place far too loud and far too filthy for someone like her. I parked across the street, watching through the windshield as she climbed out of her car. She was wearing a dark blue dress that was little more than a whisper of silk, shimmering under the lights. Her friends and that boy was waiting by the entrance. The second she saw him, she didn't hesitate. She jumped into his arms, her arms hooking aroun

***Olivia's POV***"You like the attention, don't you?" he rasped against the shell of my ear, his voice a low, terrifying rumble that made my spine tingle. "You like knowing every man out there wants a piece of you." "Let me go," I whispered, but it lacked any real conviction. The way he was holding me, brutal and rough was doing something to my pulse that made my head spin. I heard the door to the restroom swing open again. More footsteps. More drunken laughter. Chandler’s grip tightened instantly. Suddenly, he reached down and hooked his arm under my knees, hauling my legs up high until I my dress was draped open across his lap. I let out a soft, broken gasp, my fingers digging into his pants, he used his other arm to pin me back against him. He didn't wait. He removed his hand on my mouth and I gasped quietly for breath, his free hand now sliding beneath my dress, his fingers reaching the moisture in my panties. "C-chand...ler..." I whimpered when he pressed his fingers

***Chandler's POV*** I stood by the kitchen island, watching her in the quiet morning light. Olivia was hunched over the counter, the oversized T-shirt she was wearing drowning her small frame. It hit her mid-thigh, and despite the distance I tried to maintain since the living room incident, I couldn't leave her alone, I couldn't stop thinking about her. She looked like she was deep in thoughts, her hands trembling as she poured a glass of water on the kitchen counter. "You're up early," I said, disturbing her peace. She jumped, some water splashing over the counter top. She didn't turn around, her shoulders rising like she was tensed. "I-i didn't sleep much." "Neither did I." I set my coffee down and walked toward her. I didn't crowd her, but I stayed close enough to see the way she was nervously biting her lower lip. "Care to join me for breakfast?" "I'm not hungry," she muttered, finally turning to look at me. Her eyes were shimmering, searching my face with a mix