OBEDIENCE AND PUNISHMENT II

The courage I thought I had crumbled under the weight of his authority, and that was my issue. I always became a mess the minutes he started showcasing his dominance, almost like that was what I craved from him.

I found myself getting in the car with no further questions asked, talking about a “yes, daddy” moment.

He slammed the door shut with anger, and by the time I turned, he was already in the driver’s seat.

The drive home was awkwardly silent; he wasn’t ready to say a word to me, and I didn’t want to talk to him either.

I didn’t owe him any explanations, the same way he didn’t feel he had to explain anything to me when it came to Victoria.

I sat there tensed and upset, while Damian’s jaw clenched in his reflection in the window. His anger was like a thick and suffocating atmosphere.

We arrived home, and he swerved angrily into the compound. I almost hit my head on his dashboard, and I closed my eyes in anticipation, but as I opened them, I felt a hand hold down my ch