Lahat ng Kabanata ng Make Me Yours: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

MAYAI whimpered desperately as Tristan loomed over me with a thick black ball gag in his hands. My eyes were wide with fear, tears still streaming down my flushed cheeks from the brutal pussy spanking. “N-no, please… Tristan, I’m scared. Don’t gag me, I’ll be quiet, I promise. I can’t… I won’t scream-” My pleas turned into a muffled cry as he forced the ball between my lips, stretching my jaw wide. He buckled it tightly behind my head, the strap digging into my skin. Now I could only make broken, garbled sounds. “Mmmph… mmm!” My heart hammered wildly. Everything felt so arousing and terrifying at the same time that my skin crawled with goosebumps as my spread pussy was still burning and dripping from his earlier punishment. I looked up at him fearfully through glossy eyes. He was still masked, but those dark, intense eyes bored into me, possessive and unhinged. They made my pussy throb with shameful need even as terror coiled in my belly.He grabbed a fistful of my hair in a fir

MAYAI begged desperately, my voice hoarse and broken after everything he’d already put me through.“Tristan… please… I can’t take it anymore. I’m going to die if you keep going. My body… It's too much. “”I-I’m so oversensitive, I feel like I’m breaking- apart. Please, have- mercy on-n me…”He didn’t answer with softness. Instead, he yanked me up by my hair and crashed his mouth against mine in a rough, obsessive kiss. His tongue invaded me possessively, claiming every inch like he owned my soul. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were dark with twisted hunger. “I won’t let you die, princess. You’re mine to ruin, not to lose. I’m nowhere near done. You’ve been such a bad little princess. Going out with boys, letting them talk about these damn tits that belong to me, touching yourself while I was gone and Now I’m going to punish you properly.”I was wrecked. My entire body trembled violently, every nerve ending raw and overstimulated. My hairy pussy was swollen and throbbing, my

MAYAI cried out helplessly, tears streaming down my face as the overwhelming pleasure-pain crashed through me again. My toes curled tightly, my eyes rolling back in my head while my body shook uncontrollably in the warm water. Every nerve was on fire, oversensitive and raw from everything he’d already done to me. “Tristan… please… I can’t… it’s too much,” I whimpered, my voice cracking.He pulled his thick cock out of me with a wet, obscene sound, leaving me clenching around nothing. I gasped at the sudden emptiness. He held my thighs wide open, his strong hands gripping me firmly. His fingers moved down and flicked my swollen, hairy pussy sharply right over my sensitive clit.“Ahhh!” I cried sharply, my body jerking violently. I tried to fall back into the water but he quickly caught my waist, holding me up against him. I trembled hard, moaning loudly, trying to pull my hips back from his touch. “No-no more, please! I’m too sensitive!”“You’re going to take it all, princess,” he

TRISTANI looked down at Maya, her body finally limp and deeply asleep against me, utterly exhausted from the brutal night I’d put her through. Her breathing was soft and even, her lashes fluttering slightly in her dreams. A deep sigh escaped me as I ran my fingers through my hair, brushing it back from my forehead. A low, dark chuckle rumbled in my chest. Fuck, look at her. This girl had me completely obsessed—twisted, unhinged and ready to burn everything down just to keep her. She had always been my priority, my everything. From the moment I laid eyes on her, no one else mattered. I would kill for her. I would destroy for her. And after these days apart because of that fucking bastard who tried to keep us separated, my obsession had only deepened into something darker, more dangerous and more permanent.I picked her up gently, cradling her sweat-slicked, cum-covered body like she was made of glass. She whimpered softly in her sleep but didn’t wake. I carried her to the bathroom,

MAYAI had taken a long, careful bath before stepping out, making sure every trace of last night was washed away. I didn’t want to smell like sex, like Tristan’s cum, or like his possessive scent when our relationship wasn’t even official yet. The hot water soothed my aching muscles, but every movement reminded me how thoroughly he had ruined me. I took extra time shaving my kitty. As I did it, my cheeks burned with deep embarrassment. I couldn’t stop thinking about how Tristan had treated my hairy pussy last night- how he had pulled on it, spanked it, worshipped it like it was the most perfect thing in the world even when it wasn’t smooth and I was most insecure about it. The memory made my core throb despite the soreness.I slipped on a warm Black turtleneck top to hide all the marks he had left on my neck and chest- dark hickeys and bite marks that made me blush every time I saw them in the mirror. I paired it with soft black tights that hugged my curves. Looking at myself, I f