All Chapters of Make Me Yours, Daddy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

MAYAI was on my knees.Wrists tied tightly behind my back with Tristan’s belt, the same leather now looped around my throat like a collar, keeping my head forced slightly upward. The position made me feel so small, so exposed and so utterly owned. My pink skirt was bunched uselessly around my waist, my soaked panties clinging obscenely to my dripping pussy. My legs were spread wide on the floor, knees aching against the hardwood, and I could feel my own arousal pooling beneath me in a shameful little puddle.I whimpered, the sound soft and broken.Tristan sat on the couch like a king on his throne. His legs were spread wide in that dominant manspread. His black trousers were open, his massive cock standing thick and throbbing right in front of my face. The veined shaft pulsed, the swollen head already leaking pre-cum that made my mouth water. He looked so hot, so powerful, so dangerously in control that my breath came out uneven and shaky.“Look at you,” he murmured, voice low and f

MAYAMy heart was doing that stupid fluttery thing again as I leaned across the desk toward Nicole, my voice dropping to a whisper like we were sharing state secrets. The classroom buzz was a dull hum around us- chairs scraping, someone laughing too loud at the back…. but all I could focus on was him. Tristan.“I swear, Nic, the way he looked at me yesterday? Like he actually saw me. Not just the quiet girl but a woman.” My cheeks warmed just saying it out loud. Tristan with his messy dark hair, those intense eyes that always seemed to carry a storm behind them, and the way his voice got all low and teasing when he talked to me. God, I was gone.Nicole grinned, flipping her hair over one shoulder, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh my god, Maya, you are so whipped. What, you imagining him fucking you against the mirror or something?” She wiggled her eyebrows, and I felt my face go nuclear. Heat flooded my cheeks, spreading down my neck as I buried my face in my hands.“Shut up! N

MAYA“What the fuck did you do, Tristan!?” The words cracked through the room like thunder. My entire body jolted, my breath catching painfully in my chest as I turned toward the doorway. My dad.He stood there like a storm barely being held back. His tall frame was rigid and his expression was carved into something cold, sharp, and dangerously unreadable. His eyes… God, his eyes were locked on Tristan like he was seconds away from tearing him apart.And Tristan? Nothing. Not even a flicker. He simply turned his head toward my father, his posture still relaxed, his expression blank… almost bored. Like he wasn’t the least bit intimidated. Like he didn’t care and it was true. Tristan Desmond wasn’t scared of anyone. That alone made my heart pound harder.“Dad-” My voice came out small, shaky. His gaze snapped to me instantly. And everything changed. The coldness in his expression cracked, replaced by something urgent- something protective. He stepped forward quickly and his eyes scann

MAYAI was lost in the deepest sleep with my body limp and heavy against the silk sheets. I passed out after... everything earlier, my muscles aching and my mind fuzzy from exhaustion. A soft whimper escaped my lips as I dreamed something vague and restless, hugging the pillow tightly to my chest like a lifeline. My arms squeezed it hard and nuzzled my face. I let out a tired, contented sigh. Sleep felt so good, so safe. But then... I felt it. Subtle movements at first, like a ghost's touch rippling across my skin. Something warm and insistent shifted between my thighs. I stirred slightly, another sleepy whimper bubbling up from my throat, my legs twitching as I hugged the pillow even tighter. My breathing grew uneven, a soft sigh turning into a confused little gasp. What was that? It felt... wet. Slick and hot, right there between my legs, pressing against my most sensitive spot.My eyes fluttered slowly. Confusion clouded my mind as that wet sensation grew bolder, something tingl

TRISTANI shouldn’t have left. The second my car sped away from that house, I knew it. But I couldn’t stay either. Not when I was that close to losing control completely. My hands tightened on the steering wheel, knuckles turning white as the image replayed in my head for the hundredth time.Him. His hands on her. The way he pulled her close. The way she stumbled back when I shoved him away- And then… Her face. But the look in her eyes when I cornered her later- scared, wide-eyed, fearing me- it gutted me. I hated myself for it. Hated how she flinched. But fuck, I couldn't control it. The rage. The obsession. She was mine. Mine. And the world kept trying to rip her away.A low, animalistic growl ripped from my throat as I slammed my fist against the steering wheel.“Fuck!”The sound echoed inside the car, but it didn’t do anything to calm the storm inside me. Nothing did. Not the drive. Not the cold night air. Not the distance. Because she was still there.In my head. In my chest. Ever