All Chapters of HIS CURVY OBSESSION : ABDSM CONTRACT : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

The president stands up from his seat then the people's eyes move to him. Either because they didn't hear my scream or can't be bothered by it. "Thank you very much, sir!" Our president says with a profound, reverent bow. Meanwhile, I am trembling visibly on my cushion now; the audible hum of the toy is vibrating so intensely I am certain everyone can hear it."I will always serve your interests, Master," the President pledges aloud to Banks. The repetition of the word 'Master' makes my entire brain go completely foggy. My hand leaves his shirt, sliding down to grip the solid muscle of his thigh. He reduces the frequency by a fraction, which offers no genuine relief, it somehow makes me ache for more. I am completely dripping, starving for the filling weight of his cock. "Banks, please," I whisper, my nails digging into his slacks. Anthony, observing my distress from across the table, smoothly slides a fresh glass of whiskey toward me with a smile. I offer him a weak glare, but he m

BANKS POVIf I stay without her touch a little longer, I'll get sick. Somehow, punishing Eleanor always result in me being punished as well. Like now, I want her mouth on my lips more than I want it on my cock, but kissing her right now is a fix towards it all. So, I accept her mouth in my cock instead, just to keep the rules. She needs to comprehend how much farther into isolation I will withdraw the moment she compromises her safety by breaking multiple rules. She sucks in my cock, her fingers squeeze my balls, and the sheer sensation causes me to lift my hips, thrusting directly into her mouth as I grip the back of her thick hair."I can feel my cock hitting the back of that bratty mouth," I rasp, my veins running with pure fire. Her nails dig deep into my thighs through each deliberate thrust, her mouth pooling with saliva along the sides of her lips."Open that mouth wider and take all of me, Anor," I grunt, pressing her head down into my groin.She shakes her head repeatedly ag

"State your father’s legal name," Banks commands softly. "Clement... Clement Windstone!" Banks offers a single, clinical nod and releases his grip, the force sending the teenager stumbling onto the floorboards. "Banks!" I lower myself instinctively to offer the boy a hand, but his friends aggressively push my arm away."Contact legal," Banks speaks into his device, completely ignoring the children. "Charge the Windstone enterprise with every regulatory infraction and corporate violation currently accessible within our database. Dissolve their credit lines by morning." I lift myself up, snatching the phone directly from his palm. "He is just a child, Banks!" "He is twenty-four months away from legal adulthood." I collect my Visa from the counter. "Let us leave. Please." We walk the remaining distance to the armored vehicle, the air inside the cabin instantly turning thick as Banks continues executing operational tracking directives on every individual present at the cafe. "You

ELEANOR POV"Who on earth built this place?" The question escapes my lips as a pure rhetorical sigh. The architecture is staggeringly gorgeous—the exterior is massive and wide, framed by heavily reinforced, specialized ballistic glass that slide open electronically without a sound the moment our proximity registers. I try to glance back through the pane, but the surface is a complete void."The glass is structurally treated to prevent external monitoring or surveillance of our primary clients as they cross the threshold," Banks explains smoothly."They could simply compromise the CCTV network, you know," I counter, tilting my neck to look at him.Banks places his palm against the small of my lower back, guiding me directly into an elevator bank. A male and female operative materialize from the shadows, attempting to follow us into the cabin, but Banks offers a sharp, dismissive wave of his hand, which stops them in their tracks. We're alone. "They cannot compromise the grid because t

"Well, the money belonged to the clients""You're one weird man, Mr Banks" he kiss my lips and returns to his seat. "At fifteen, my father leveraged his network to admit me into university early. I was surrounded by over-pompous, excessively wealthy legacy heirs: children of diplomats and tech magnates who spent their allowances on high-grade narcotics, illegal racing, and alcohol. They consistently found themselves in volatile legal positions or dangerous neighborhoods.""So you provided them with bodyguards.""I provided them with absolute discretion and physical extraction teams," Banks corrects, his eyes gleaming with a cold brilliance. "I charged exorbitant retainers to keep their parents from discovering their vices. The business stabilized within three years, before I completed my undergraduate degrees at nineteen." I look at him, completely captivated by the ruthless efficiency of his timeline. "Nineteen? Banks, most people are barely deciding on a major at that age.""I do