All Chapters of HIS CURVY OBSESSION : ABDSM CONTRACT : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The door open, showing my personal assistant."The lunch with the Prince is fully prepared, Mr. Banks.""I'll let you two gentlemen be, sir," Carlton says, gathering his tablet and beginning to walk out."Carlton," I call, stopping him at the threshold. He turns around."Anthony and I will both be attending this lunch.""We will? I'm pretty sure I have a particular port business meeting to attend to first," Anthony grins through each words. I look directly at Carlton."His port proposal was officially approved this morning." Anthony's grin widens to his ears."And I'll be calling a corporate luncheon in a few days myself." He adds as I stand up, adjusting my cuffs."Excellent news. You can easily gain far more powerful connections with the prince then," I add."You just want me right by your side, don't you, Banks?" He teases, adjusting his tie as we step out into the private corridor."The formal adjustments to the schedule will be made immediately, Mr. Banks," Carlton says from righ

"Most of these images were taken entirely without my awareness," I add fuel to the fire. Realizing something, Catherine immediately shifts her body, placing herself completely between me and Banks. "Are you a stalker? Wow, you must be a literal psycho." Banks looks past her, his eyes locking onto mine, and I can't help but flash him a wicked smile from behind Catherine's protective frame. "You don't know me, sir, but I will gladly spend every single penny I have to make sure you rot in a jail cell, you absolute nincompoop." "Nincompoop?" I echo under my breath, grinning at Banks. My cheeks puff out as I bite the inside of my mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Banks's expression turns completely hard and brooding at the insult. "Catherine Kalievsky," Banks begins smoothly, slipping his hands back into his tailored pockets. "No. Since you formally divorced, deported, and sent your ex-husband to twenty years in a federal prison, you go by Catherine Davenport. American born and b

His custom-built Maybach slides to a halt in front of the towering, obsidian luxury of his exclusive club, which is a fortress of concrete and tinted glass. My heart beats in a frantic, uneven rhythm, rattling right against my ribs, I can't believe I'm right in front of the most exclusive club where wealth alone won't get you without an inside nod, and I'm seated with the owner. "This place is beautiful" I breathe out and look sideways at Banks when he says nothing; still unable to decode the lethal, quiet shadow stretching across his sharp jawline. The luxury car suddenly feels suffocatingly narrow."Close your eyes," Banks orders, his tone dropping an octave as he yanks his ironed tie off his neck with a sharp, fluid snap."What?" I whisper, my pulse spiking at the cold authority in his posture. He offers no explanation, leaving his dark eyes fixed on mine until the sheer weight of his unyielding dominance forces me to look down. I shut my lids, plunging myself into the first layer

"Open your mouth." The moment she parts her lips, I push straight back in, hitting deep against the roof of her throat before she can recover. She struggles to take the re-hardening length, but I continue thrusting, holding her hair as I chase a second round of high."I want to fill that mouth until it holds no disobedience," I growl as the metal chains holding her hands rattle frantically. I pull out"Please touch me, M..." and push right back in, listening to her cough against me, watching the tears mix with the spit and cum on her face."Open wider and don't you dare swallow."She obeys, throwing her head back as I spill a second time, filling her throat."Do not swallow" When the last drop falls, I pull out completely with a shudder."You want me to take off your blindfold?"She nods rapidly. I reach back and undo the knot, letting the silk tie drop to the floor. She blinks up at me, her chest heaving, mouth puffed a she hold my cum."You're so fucking hot, Anor," Her grin widens

There is something about Banks Wellington that drives me insane. The fact that he can drive me insane with just his words, touch, or his mere presence,it's terrifying and overwhelming. He is overwhelming, even now. He sends me a crying sticker because he wants to know where I am and what I am doing, but he can’t track me because I explicitly told him to stop hacking into systems to monitor my whereabouts and just trust that I'm fine."You're smiling." I drop my phone, my lips instantly tightening as I look up at the sound of Ecclesiastes's voice."Sorry, it’s just...""Your Dom." My throat tightens and my body freeze at the tense way he says the word 'Dom'. Before I can breathe, my phone pings. Then again, and again."You can take it," he permits and that sounds wrong. I don't need his permission to check my own device, but I ignore the slight irritation and look down at the screen.>Banks: I remember being the one who gives the rules in this relationship, Anor.>Banks: You should be