All Chapters of Take Me, Daddy: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 42: Burning PassionANNABELHe walks me towards the car, and fuck, my breath literally catches. Four different huge cars are parked in the side lanes—it looks like a damn convoy and the thought that all this belongs to Damon sends shivers racing down my spine."You own all this?" I ask, and he smiles—a genuine smile that makes my stomach do flips."Yes, I own them all."He says, his hands tightening around my waist as he pushes open this ridiculously fancy car door. I walk into the front seat and my jaw drops. It's a Mercedes Benz four-matic 2024 version and the interior is screaming luxury—so powerful, so beautiful, so fucking expensive I feel like I don't belong here.I watch him slide into the driver's seat as he ignites the engine and starts driving off. For once, his eyes don't leave the road. He doesn't give me a single stare, not even a glance. What the hell? Is this normal? Has he gone back to being the cold Damon? He said he'd discipline me, he'd punish me, and God

Chapter 44: Blind to Everything but HimANNABELMy eyes widened under the blindfold at his words, a rush of excitement flooding my veins. I didn’t know what was coming, but my body thrummed with anticipation, every nerve on edge, craving whatever he had planned.“Oh no, don’t get excited yet, baby…”His voice was a low, dangerous growl, dripping with promise. I heard him shuffle, the faint clink of something metallic, then a hum vibrated through the air—a device, alive and buzzing. I couldn’t see it, couldn’t name it, but the sound alone sent shivers down my spine, igniting a fire deep in my core. He draped a hand between my legs, his touch deliberate, possessive, as he lay beside me. His breath fanned my neck, hot and teasing, each exhale a torment that made my skin prickle. Then he leaned closer, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, “Get ready, cupcake.”I groaned, the sound raw and desperate, my body buzzing with anticipation for what he’d do next. My heart pounded so hard

Chapter 46: Burning for MoreANNABELHis cock slammed into me, deep and hard, stealing my breath. My body jolted on all fours, the bed creaking under the force of his thrust. I gasped, my cuffed hands gripping the sheets, fingers digging in as he filled me completely. His hands clamped onto my hips, pulling me back to meet him, each movement rough, possessive, like he was claiming every inch of me. My pussy clenched around him, wet and desperate, aching for more even as the intensity made my head spin.“Fuck, cupcake,” he growled, his voice low and raw, vibrating through me. “You’re so fucking tight.”I moaned, loud and unhinged, my body trembling as he pulled back and thrust again, harder, deeper. The slap of his skin against mine echoed in the room, mixing with the red glow that bathed us, the air thick with heat and lust. His fingers dug into my ass, spreading me wider, and I pushed back, wanting him deeper, needing him to ruin me.“Daddy… oh my God… don’t stop…” My voice was a mes

Chapter 48: A Touch of PregnancyANNABELAs I stepped out from the shower after battling with my thoughts for minutes, my mind was a mess.I have decided that I'd shove any thoughts of falling in love with him aside. I can't fall for him. I won't.I saw a yellow sundress on the bed. It looked so beautiful and so sexy, and when I wore it, it matched my body so much, bringing out all my curves and hiding nothing. My cleavage was out, and it made me look so hot. I saw a note on the bed—the note was in clean, manly, smooth handwriting that made my stomach flutter.'Don't wear anything above and beneath.'I giggled at his words. He was a spoiled man, and I'd like my man spoiled... I froze at my words. My heart hammered against my chest."He's not my man," I whispered, waving at my thoughts as I walked out from the room, smelling like vanilla and caramel.When I walked downstairs, I saw a note that directed me to walk outside. My pulse quickened with every step.What was he doing?I thought

Chapter 50: Wild Positions ANNABELBut he wasn’t done. He pulled out, leaving me whimpering at the emptiness, my body still buzzing. “Not yet, cupcake,” he growled, spinning me around and lifting me onto the table. My back hit the cold glass, the shock making me gasp, my legs spread wide as he stepped between them. He grabbed my thighs, yanking them up, hooking my knees over his shoulders in a deep missionary that opened me up completely. I was exposed, vulnerable, and fuck, I loved it. He thrust back in, deeper than before, his cock hitting angles that made my eyes roll back. “Oh my fucking God, Daddy…” The position was intense, his cock plunging so deep it felt like he was splitting me in half. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place as he fucked me hard, the table rattling beneath us. His eyes locked on mine, dark and wild, watching every moan, every shudder. He leaned down, sucking my nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak, sending sparks straigh