LOGIN"Fucking dammit, Anor" She takes me deeper on the word 'dammit' and I forget my own name. Her tongue rolls along my length. Her grip on my balls tightens. I squeeze her breast and she goes deeper, groaning. Then she coughs around me, still sucking. I lift up, letting go of her tits"Come sit on my face let me take over" Her tongue rolls around my length at my words and she squeeze my balls tighter. I fall back flat. This woman. She makes a sound that is half-moan, half-something that might be'you taste so good'. It's muffled and warm around me, her head lowering another inch deeper, with one hand hoding the base of my cock and the other holding my balls. I fall back. Everything in me roaring to lift my hips and thrust into her."Fucking shit. Just like that baby" Her fist tighten on my balls and head bop into my cock like the praise ignites her. I thrust my hips forward before I can stop myself, my cuffed hands now resting on her head, her name dissolving somewhere in my chest before
BANKS POVI open my eyes and I'm met with darkness. Something covers my eyes: firm, soft and a very familiar body moves above me. Her tits jiggling right over my face. Fucking hell, Eleanor. Her scent invades me: pineapple and something between sweet and gripping,that's uniquely her.'It'll be a bloody fight before I let her go to another man' She shifts as if hearing my thoughts , and I feel her hands find my left wrist: Gentle and deliberate. Her humorous attempt at trying very hard not to wake me. Suddenly, a cold metal settles around one wrist, then the other. I wiggle it. What on earth is she doing?"You’re handcuffed, blindfolded, and about to get played in your own home, that's what" The pessimistic part of my brain offers its unsolicited assessment. I ignore it completely. Very well now intrigued by what my woman is doing."What does he eat to be this hard?" She grumbles, positioning my cuffed hands above my head against the headboard with a deep grunt, and I settle it there.
BANKS POVEleanor shifts beside me and I pull her closer, flattening her chest against mine. My arm tightens around her waist. She groans softly, then settles — and I exhale into her hair, letting myself believe, just for a moment, that I know how to do this. How to hold someone and not ruin it. Less than two minutes pass before I feel it: the careful, deliberate wave of her palm across my face. Testing. I stay completely still. She does it again-slower this time, barely a breath of movement. Satisfied, she lifts my arm from around her waist with both hands, gentle as someone defusing something. I let her. Something in my chest says 'wait. See what she does.'It's going to be either something good for me or bad. I believe beneficial and hope it's nothing worth my rage. Her footsteps recede, the door eases shut behind her with a click so soft she must have held the handle the entire way. The moment it closes, I reach for my phone and pull up the penthouse security feed. I take in her
ELEANOR POVHis palm moves up to cup my face, his thumb sliding up to stroke the bridge of my nose."You removed your nose ring." I stop breathing then whip my head up at him. He continues to stroke the smooth, empty skin of the ring's spot, his eyes narrowing as he observe my expression. I look directly into my eyes for a split second "Hm" That's all I could mutter before my bottom lip bites down hard, my gaze darting away from his face. He stops stroking my nose, leaning back slightly in the leather chair to watch me."Why?" I bite my bottom lip hard, a familiar, suffocating wave of self-pity instantly try to creep back into the center of my chest. I shake my head, refusing it. 'I'm fat, pretty and smart. Not everyone can have all three' I mention to myself"You actually noticed?""I notice absolutely everything about you, Anor," he murmurs, his tone instantly dropping to a deep, soothing, and fiercely protective register."Why exactly did you take it out?""I don't need it anymo
BANKS POV"I have a Chief Operating Officer, Managing Directors, Executive VPs, major shareholders, a personal assistant of four years, a general manager, branch supervisors, and a fully autonomous C-suite at every single global subsidiary." I growl directly into the receiver, my voice tight as I pace the expanse of the room."I also have a state-of-the-art, highly sought-after security team. You Carlton lead my entire IT and security division. Are you seriously trying to tell me that none of you can handle the daily operations of the firm without my physical presence?" I suck in a deep, aggressive breath, the corporate stress doing absolutely nothing to settle the dark adrenaline still humming in my veins."It isn't exactly like that, Mr. Banks," Carlton's voice replies over the line, cautious and measured. "But it has been an entire week of your complete absence from the headquarters.""And the problem there is what, exactly?""There are capital allocations, sovereign-level complia
"Such a hungry brat" He gives a deep single thrust. From my peripheral vision, I catch him stretch his large hand back, and a fraction of a second later, the sharp, leather sting of his whip blossoms across my raw ass. My head shakes wildly against the floor, my face tilting sideways into the mat."Keep quiet for your Master." His order is fierce, his breathing completely labored and heavy as his chest heaves against my back."The only thing I want to hear in this room is the sound of my cock slamming into this hungry, bottomless cunt." Shit. Another massive thrust buries him balls-deep, forcing my lower body to sink lower onto the mat as my knees spread impossibly wider around the steel hole."I... I can't... Omy..." I whimper, completely overwhelmed, yet I don't want him to stop for a single second. Every single deep, punishing stroke he gives me is vibrating straight into my lower abdomen, and every time he strips another layer of wax away, my brain completely explodes."Oh my. Ohm
He remains still until Zara step towards him, carefully dusting the white salt crystals off his dark suit jacket. “First time I’m ever touching a suit worth thousands of dollars,” she jokes, successfully breaking the heavy tension. The neighborhood aunties shrink back toward the hallway. My mom’s
I glare over at Roland, who has quietly taken a seat beside my dad, who slowly stands up from his chair. Banks stand too and I straighten. The softness from earlier completely vanished. Everyone is standing and demanding words from Banks; who's very well struggling to make himself heard.“You’re a
One of his large hands wraps possessively around my waist, while the other cradles the back of my head, burying my face into his chest. When did he even move from his seat? Always walking like a ghost“Is that her boyfriend?” one of the nosy neighborhood aunties whispers loudly.“Boyfriend? Look at
ELEANOR POV “I cannot believe you agreed to be sleeping with someone like him for a hundred k dollars.” The young waitress serving our hot soup stumbles slightly at my brother's booming voice. Roland quickly catches her arm, takes the steaming bowls, steadying her before the tray can slip, and wit







