로그인MAYAI was laying on the soft king-sized bed in the Paris penthouse with the afternoon sun casting golden patterns across the sheets. Two weeks. It had been two long, quiet weeks since the Jackson incident. I had barely left the apartment some days, choosing instead to focus on myself with long walks along the Seine when I felt strong enough, yoga in the mornings, reading books I’d been meaning to finish, trying to eat better and sleep more. My body was healing along with my mental piece but my heart still felt raw. I hadn’t spoken to Nicole properly in all that time, and the guilt of that silence weighed on me.I finally picked up my phone and dialed her number. She answered on the second ring.“Maya! Oh my god, finally!” Nicole’s voice burst through the speaker, warm and relieved. “I was starting to think you’d disappeared off the face of the earth. How are you, babe? I’ve been so worried.”I smiled weakly, even though she couldn’t see it. “Hey, Nic… I’m sorry I went radio silen
MAYAI woke up the next morning with a heavy, hollow feeling in my chest. The Paris sunlight streaming through the windows did nothing to lift the weight pressing down on me. Everything felt wrong. The scandal, distance from Tristan and the way my life had spiraled into something I barely recognized- it all sat on my shoulders like a burden I couldn’t shake. I missed Tristan so much it physically ached. His voice, his touch, the way he made me feel safe even when he was being possessive and dark. Without him, everything felt empty.I dragged myself out of bed and took a long, hot shower, letting the water run over my skin as if it could wash away the mess in my head. It didn’t. I changed into a simple white top and soft shorts, brushed my hair, and walked out of the guest room feeling no better than when I’d gone to sleep.Suddenly, I heard voices from the living room. Mom was talking to someone. Who could it be this early? I paused at the entrance, then stepped in.My heart stop
MAYAI was laying in the dark room, staring at the ceiling, but sleep refused to come. My body was on fire. The ache between my legs had grown unbearable, a deep, throbbing need that pulsed with every heartbeat. I missed Tristan so much it hurt. Not just emotionally but… physically. My pussy was soaked, clenching rhythmically around nothing and desperate for his thick cock, his fingers, his tongue. I whimpered softly, rolling onto my side and pressing my thighs together tightly, trying to ease the frustration.It only made it worse.“Tristan…” I whispered into the pillow, voice already breaking. My nipples were hard and aching against the thin fabric of my crop top. I could feel how wet my panties were- completely drenched, the slickness coating my inner thighs. I groaned in frustration, hips twitching involuntarily as I rubbed my legs together again, seeking any kind of relief.But…..Nothing helped.I couldn’t take it anymore.With shaky hands, I reached down and hooked my fingers
MAYAI sat in the passenger seat, watching the city lights streaking by like accusations I couldn’t escape. My life was completely fucked. One wrong move, one night of letting my guard down with Jackson, and everything exploded. Violet calling me desperate or delusional. The hurt sat heavy in my chest, a raw ache that made breathing feel like work. I was so tired of it all. That’s all I could manage right now, staring at my hands in my lap, nails pressing into my palms. Why did I think things could be different? The spotlight had turned my world into a circus, and I was the clown who fell for it every time.I felt Liam glance over every few seconds. He cleared his throat. “Maya, look… I’m sorry about Violet. She’s been pursuing Jackson like crazy. You know- texts, surprise pop-ups at every event. It’s exhausting even watching it. But Jackson- likes you. We can see, You’re the one he’s actually interested in.”I let out a long sigh, the sound shaky in the small space. The pain twist
MAYAMy eyes fluttered open slowly, the room spinning just a little from the alcohol still lingering in my system.I blinked to clear my vision when my gaze fell on my phone- The phone was still propped up on the nightstand and the screen was glowing faintly. The call was still connected. Tristan’s face filled the frame, his expression stern, jaw tight and eyes dark with a mixture of concern, anger, and barely restrained hunger.I gasped softly and immediately pulled the blanket over my naked body, curling into myself like a shy kitten. My cheeks burned so hot I thought I might combust. Oh god… what had I done? I remembered every filthy word I’d said, every desperate whimper, every “Daddy please” while I spread myself open for him on camera.I couldn’t even look at the screen. My hands shook as I clutched the blanket tighter to my chest.“Baby,” Tristan’s voice came through, low and controlled, but I could hear the storm underneath. “Look at me.”I shook my head, hiding my burning
MAYAThe voice on the other end of the door belonged to… Liam. “ Are you in there? “But for one split second, I thought I heard someone else's voice from the party still echoing somewhere in my drunk mind. My hazy brain tried to register it, but the second Tristan spoke- low, commanding, and filled with that dark possession I craved- everything else disappeared.I didn’t reply to whatever ghost of Liam I thought I heard and hoped Tristan didn't hear either but too bad, The Devil did but right now, there was nothing else to think of as I only moaned for the man who owned me.“Daddy…” I whimpered desperately, rolling onto my back on the big guest bed. The phone was propped perfectly on the nightstand, camera angled straight between my legs. I spread my thighs wide, knees falling open like a desperate little slut, completely exposing my soaked, puffy pussy and my twitching asshole to him. Tristan’s sharp inhale was loud through the speaker. “Fuck, Maya… look at you.”I was dripping. C







