Chapter Two: Daddy’s Punishment
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Kimmie’s POV
The moment I stepped into the room, he moved toward me.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
I instinctively stepped back, my heart quickening with every step he took forward. The distance between us shrank until the back of my knees hit the edge of the bed, and I fell onto it.
He paused, his gaze locking onto mine—intense, unwavering, almost dangerous.
Then he leaned closer.
Closer.
Until I was forced to lie back completely.
My breath caught in my throat as he reached for the bedside drawer and pulled it open. When he brought out what looked like a restraint kit, my eyes widened in alarm.
Before I could react, my wrists were secured.
Cold metal circled them.
My legs were gently but firmly positioned apart and restrained to either side of the bed. The silk robe I wore did little to shield me, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable.
Then came the blindfold.
Soft silk covered my eyes, plunging me into darkness.
My heartbeat thundered in my ears.
I could feel him moving closer, his presence filling the room, heavy and undeniable.
“Why did I leave my room?”
“Why did I wander around this creepy mansion?”
I mentally scolded myself over and over, regret sinking deep into my chest.
Then I felt it—his breath.
Warm.
Slow.
Tracing across my skin.
A shiver ran through me, my body reacting in ways I didn’t want to acknowledge.
His hands moved, starting from my thighs, gliding upward with agonizing slowness… then stopping.
Not doing anything.
Just… hovering.
Teasing.
He had told me before that he wouldn’t touch me without my consent.
But that didn’t stop the thoughts.
Didn’t stop the anticipation.
Didn’t stop the confusing pull I felt toward him.
My body betrayed me, reacting to his nearness, to the tension he built so effortlessly.
My breathing became uneven as I waited—hoping, fearing, unsure of what I even wanted anymore.
Then his voice came, low and commanding.
“Say sorry… Daddy.”
The word sent a strange rush through me.
“I—I’m… I’m sorry… Daddy,” I stammered, my voice barely steady.
Silence followed.
Heavy.
Unbearable.
Every second stretched endlessly, my body tense with expectation.
It was too much.
The suspense.
The closeness.
The restraint.
“This has to be a punishment,” I thought, my mind spiraling. “Why else would he do this to me?”
“I won’t wander again. I promise…”
He leaned closer, his lips brushing near my ear.
“I won’t let you go next time you try something like that,” he whispered.
Then suddenly—
He uncuffed me.
The pressure released.
I tore off the blindfold immediately, blinking rapidly as light flooded back into my vision. Without thinking, I rushed out of the room.
I didn’t stop running until I reached mine.
Panting heavily, I collapsed onto the bed, my mind racing.
My lips parted as I tried to steady my breathing, but instead, my thoughts betrayed me.
Images of him.
His voice.
His touch.
“Why do I suddenly want him?” I whispered to myself, confused and frustrated.
One moment, I hated him.
The next… I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
“What is wrong with you, Kimmie?”
I turned onto my side, burying my face into the pillow, trying to push the thoughts away—but they lingered.
Strong.
Persistent.
Unwelcome.
And yet… impossible to ignore.
“It wasn’t always like this,” I murmured. “I used to hate him… more than anything.”
Now, I didn’t even understand my own heart.
A sudden sound broke through my thoughts.
*Ding dong.*
The bell.
I jolted upright.
Quickly composing myself, I got dressed and walked toward the door, my mind racing again.
“Who is it?”
“Is it Marco?”
“What does he want now?”
I hesitated briefly before opening the door.
And there he was.
Marco.
Standing tall, composed, as though he owned not just the mansion, but everything within it.
Including me.
His presence alone felt overwhelming, even though we literally met few minutes ago.
“We have a ball to attend,” he said simply.
Not a request.
An order.
I stared at him, speechless. A thousand thoughts flooded my mind all at once.
“A ball?”
“I’ve never been to one.”
“I don’t even own a dress for something like that.”
“I don’t know how to dance…”
“I’ll send my team to get you ready,” he added, as if he had heard every single thought.
Then he turned and walked away without another word.
I exhaled sharply.
“I hate him,” I muttered under my breath. “How did I even end up here?”
Moments later, the door burst open again.
“Viola!” a cheerful voice announced.
A young man entered, radiating energy. From his appearance alone, I could tell—he was the stylist.
Everything about him confirmed it.
By exactly 6 p.m., I barely recognized myself.
Standing in front of the mirror, I stared at my reflection in disbelief.
The makeup was flawless, though heavier than I was used to. I had always preferred simplicity—my natural look had always been enough. Even back in school, compliments came easily, from classmates to teachers.
It was one thing I had always been grateful for.
But this?
This was different.
I looked… transformed.
A soft knock sounded at the door.
Carefully, I walked toward it, my long gown gliding across the floor with every step. It felt surreal, like something out of a dream.
I had never worn anything so elegant.
So expensive.
For a moment, I felt like a princess.
I opened the door.
And there he was again.
Marco.
Dressed in a perfectly tailored tuxedo, looking effortlessly striking.
In his hands was a bouquet.
“This is for you, my lady,” he said, bowing slightly as he handed it to me.
My heart fluttered.
“Careful, Kimmie,” I warned myself. “Don’t fall so easily.”
“Shall we?” he asked, extending his arm.
I hesitated for only a second before placing my hand on his.
“How can someone be this… charming?” I wondered, trying to keep my expression calm despite the chaos inside me.
Tonight was going to be… something.
And whether I liked it or not, it is something I look forward to seeing.
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