All Chapters of HIS CURVY OBSESSION : ABDSM CONTRACT : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

It takes me two full minutes to finally force the echo of her voice to rest so I can move away from the spot. I head over to the mahogany desk, picking up my buzzing phone. As expected, the screen is flooded with urgent emails from Carlton, messages from my personal assistant, and, not surprisingly, alerts from my father, an unknown number, and Anthony..I quickly forward the unknown number straight to Carlton with a directive for immediate decryption and tracing, then I look through the rest of the log. Opening the chat from Anthony, I skim the text. >ANTHONY: Never thought my cold-blooded, dearest workaholic friend would actually be taking consecutive days off work. How is the domestic life going? By the way, I am highly convinced you never actually loved Montana.'I stop reading, taking a long pause as the words hit a nerve. Did I love her? I believe I did, in my own way. She wasn't a submissive. She was the one who had approached me, in her own sly ways and proposed the marriage a

"Swallow it" Her throat bobs heavily as she gulps down the liquor, and I stretch my right hand toward the trolley, lifting the container of warm oil. I had every single detail of this room prepared the exact second she left the penthouse this morning—that was the only reason I allowed her to leave in the first place."If it's too hot for your skin, you let me know immediately, okay?" Her throat bobs again, completely speechless as I lean down, trailing a path of burning kisses from the valley between her breasts straight down to her stomach, making her thick thighs shudder against the leather."H.. Hot?" My lips curve into a dark smile as she struggles to form a coherent word, and I press my mouth lower, kissing the skin of her pelvis."Oooo... Master." I press a hard kiss directly over her clitoris through the steel clamp, and her legs instantly snap together in a desperate attempt to protect herself from the pleasure."I hoped you wouldn't need these, Anor." I mutter, my free hand u

I obey his command immediately, the cool breeze of the room's air conditioning hitting my bare skin and only heightening the severe pleasure-pain I am begging for. He grabs my left wrist, positioning it into the rear iron restraint, and clicks it shut.He repeats the motion with my right wrist, locking both of my hands and both of my feet securely into the heavy framework of the hip-lock. The heavy steel lock shut with a loud, final click, and I swallow hard against the completely locked position.I find myself forced into a deep, extreme forward bend: My voluptuous ass is completely filling out the center hole of the wooden board, my feet stretched towards Banks, my knees bent wide and spread apart, my dripping cunt resting heavily against the rounded edge of the cutout. It doesn't carry the rough, splintered feel of ordinary wood—instead, the edge is lined with a freezing, steel plate that presses hard against my heat. The cold air of the room hits both of my exposed holes at the ex

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

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