All Chapters of Make Me Yours, Daddy: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

MAYAI couldn’t stay at the door any longer. My body was burning, my tiny black lace nighty already damp between my thighs from watching him stroke that thick cock while moaning my name. The ache was unbearable. I needed to be closer. I needed to touch him.My heart was hammering as I pushed the door open softly and stepped inside Tristan’s bedroom and immediately the cool air kissed my barely-covered skin. The sheer babydoll clung to my hard nipples, the scrap of thong doing nothing to hide how soaked I was.“Daddy…” I called softly, my voice sweet and innocent, like I was just coming to check on him.Tristan’s hand froze mid-stroke on his massive cock. His eyes snapped open and locked onto me. The moment his gaze raked over my body- the see-through lace, my hard nipples poking through, the way the nighty barely covered my ass- his expression darkened with raw, feral lust. Those intense eyes turned almost black, jaw tightening as he drank me in like a starving man.I bit my lower lip

MAYAI lay on Tristan’s bed for what felt like forever. My legs were still obscenely spread and my tiny lace thong ruined and clinging to my soaked pussy. His dried cum was on my stomach, and my body throbbed with unfulfilled need. The ache between my thighs was almost painful now, but it was nothing compared to the sharp crack in my chest.He left.He actually left me like this- desperate, dripping, begging for him- all because some “important” call came through. My eyes stung with angry tears as I slowly sat up, pulling the sheer nighty down with shaking hands. The silence in his room felt suffocating. Broken. That’s how I felt. Completely broken and furious.Did he even care about me? Did I mean anything to him beyond a quick tease? Was I ever his priority, or was I just some convenient little princess he could play with until something more important came up? The questions spun viciously in my head, twisting the knife deeper. I had offered myself to him so shamelessly, dominate

MAYAMy parents had finally excused themselves after dinner, leaving just the three of us at the long dining table. Tristan sat directly across from me, quietly focused on what was left on his plate, his expression unreadable. Jackson, however, was still very much in the mood to chat.I was trying to listen to him, I really was. But the topic- some long-winded story about his latest brand deal and how “the industry is so fake”- was starting to get on my nerves. Still, I saw the opportunity. Tristan’s silence was too perfect.I leaned in closer to Jackson, resting my elbow on the table and tilting my body toward him so my cleavage pressed subtly against the edge of the table. A secret little smirk played on my lips as I laughed softly at something he said, even though it wasn’t that funny.“Wow, that sounds exhausting,” I murmured, voice deliberately soft and engaged. “You deal with so many fake people. I don’t know how you do it.”Jackson smiled, clearly enjoying the attention. “It’s

MAYAMy heart was still hammering from Dad's bombshell, that gasp hanging in the air like a guillotine. Marriage alliance? To some faceless heir? But under the desk, trapped in this sinful moment, my hand was already moving on instinct- sliding higher, boldly cupping the thick, hard bulge straining against Tristan's pants. God, he was massive, throbbing under my palm even through the fabric. I squeezed softly, feeling him twitch, pulse with raw need. The jealousy radiating off him was like a drug, fueling my fire.Dad continued, oblivious. "You know the tycoon, Anthony Reed. He's one of the renowned names in the industry- old money, new power. His son, Andre, is a nice lad. Polished, successful. He would be suitable for Maya, don't you think? Steady influence for her."Tristan's jaw clenched, I could see it from my vantage point, peeking up through the desk's shadow. His thighs were steel under my touch, every muscle coiled tight. I blinked up at him innocently, batting my lashes lik

MAYAMy heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird as Tristan’s hot mouth devoured me. I was spread out on his massive oak desk with my skirt bunched around waist and panties dangling from one ankle, and his tongue… God, his tongue was relentless.“P-please… T-they are gonna find out-” I gasped, the words breaking into a whimper that sounded far too needy. My eyes rolled back as he swirled that wicked tongue around my swollen clit like he was savoring the sweetest ice cream, slow, deliberate, and utterly filthy. My legs shook uncontrollably as I gripped fistfuls of his thick hair, torn between shoving him away and grinding harder against his face. The risk made everything sharper, hotter. Anyone could walk in. His assistant, a colleague, even my father who had left. But I couldn’t stop. My hips rolled on their own, riding his tongue in shallow, desperate circles even as shame burned my cheeks.Tristan pulled back just enough to smirk up at me, his chin glistening with my aro