All Chapters of HIS CURVY OBSESSION : ABDSM CONTRACT : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

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Catherine store

ELEANOR POV"So, are you signing it?" Catherine's question hangs in the warm, scented air of her boutique. I lean back against the custom plush velvet of my armchair, my fingers tracing the rim of my crystal glass as the weight of the decision settles on my shoulders."Banks didn't say explicitly, but I know he doesn't like Dean," I admit, voicing the main source of my hesitation. Catherine’s expression turns serious, and she leans forward. "Eleanor, the issue here isn't Banks. This is your business and your future. Are you signing the deal?"I hesitate. Outside of Banks’ personal distaste for Dean Jiang, I have no valid business reason *not* to sign. The offer is incredible.Catherine leans forward, the subtle scent of high-end tuberose drifting from her skin. "If you harbor this much reverence for your boyfriend's boundaries, then you ought to surrender to his empire and accept his investment." My eyebrows arch, a bitter twitch hitting my lips."However," she adds smoothly, "if y

Boxing

BANKS POV"You asked to see me," I tell Carlton and he straightens with a rigid stance, his throat bobbing as he stands before my mahogany desk looking utterly drawn out, scared and tired. His shoulders tense beneath his tailored suit. I drop, my pen onto the leather blotter and look up at him. "Speak." Instead of answering, he reaches forward and drops a white envelope onto the desk. He retreats a step while I warily open it. Inside, crisp cardstock catches the ambient light of my office."A wedding invitation?""Yes, sir. I'm getting married." I pull the card out and scan the calloused, silver lettering. Every alarm bell in my head rings as my eyes land on the name of his bride."I didn't know you were acquainted with the daughter of Massimo Davis.""We met at a tech party, sir." I am not married now, but I was once. Looking at Carlton, I see the exact same shadow in his eyes that I wore when I began questioning my own marital decisions—the same haunting doubt I carried when my en

Carlton to marry

"No. I won't even consider marrying her. Ever." I smile, realizing his face holds the fire i feel for Eleanor."So, there's someone worse than your bride-to-be.""Excruciatingly worse," he admits coldly. "They were sworn enemies, in fact.""I see you have a penchant for vile women."He laughs, the tension breaking. "She's not that vile. I think I'll survive, sir. And it's not that bad of a deal. I'm getting the commercial building for free.""Marriage isn't an easy feat, especially if your partner rivals Montana in evil." He chuckles loudly and pushes himself up, stretching a gloved hand down toward me. I reach out, gripping his wrist, and let him pull me to my feet."Thank you, Mr. Banks.""I'm here if you still plan on absconding. Tell me the help you need. In the meantime, assign a few extra guards to yourself in preparation for the wedding.""It won't be....""You're getting married in less than a week. I'm sure he has an evil agenda." He stares at me, weighing my words, then no

ANOR red room

ELEANOR POV"You're injured?" It is a stupid question, considering he obviously is. I slide down his towering body, my bare feet hitting the floor as I take him in properly. His sharp jawline, his thick brows, his bruised lips, his white dress shirt—every single part of him that always looks so refined, untouched, and utterly imposing now looks like he just fought a tiger and won. He blinks, his dark eyes scanning the altered perimeter of my space. "You have a floor-length mirror in your room?"I let a small, proud smile touch my lips, nodding, but the expression fades quickly as I look at the dark cut along his cheekbone. "Who beat your ass up?" Before I can process it, one of his long, muscular arms snakes around my waist, yanking my soft, curvy chest flush against his broad chest. The sheer power in his grip makes my core ache."What did you do to your room?" he rasps out, his dark eyes searching mine."Sex won't fix this," I say, trying to sound stern. "Who did you figh

Her red room

BANKS POVI have no idea what I did to deserve a woman like her, but I know I will always admire her. I had no real doubt about her fondness towards the red room. It's just a small, nagging one. The kind that lives in the back of the mind yet I refused to examine it in fear she might confess about whether she actually doesn't want this. Whether the red room was something she craved or something she endured for my sake. That doubt stood unexamined for too long in me. I was too selfish to dwell on it. But I stand in her room now and the doubt dissolves completely.The space is bathed in soft, deliberate lighting. Warm red LEDs run in clean lines beneath the bed frame, casting everything in a glow that is intimate rather than harsh. The tools she sourced are arranged with intention, not scattered, not performative. All beautifully placed like a woman who thought about this alone and decided she wanted it. Every item sits exactly where it should. The room smells faintly of jasmine and so

Undress me

Without hesitation, I lift both hands and tear the red lingerie apart in one clean motion. Her tits spill against my face: full and warm, and my cock hardens further against her cunt: aching and balls heavy. She reaches down and works the button of my slacks as well. My hands move instinctively: one squeezing the swell of her right breast while my mouth latches onto the left, tongue finding her nipple before I could think it out. "Mmm mm." A displeased sound leaves her as she tries to free my cock while my mouth feast on her. I lift my hips in cooperation and she drags the pants down my thighs, throwing it away.I squeeze and suck both tits as my erection hit her cunt without barrier. Her hand wraps around me as my cock springs free."Thank you, Master." I shake my head against her tit, knowing with absolute clarity that I should be the one saying that. The hard, tight peak of her nipple settles on my tongue while my fingers squeeze the flesh of her right tit, feeling the softness of

Face fuck

ELEANOR POVPride swells in me as I feel his erection thicken even further inside me.I watch his eyes close, fingers dig into my skin with a grip he almost certainly doesn't realize is tight.I love it. His head is thrown back, eyes roll and the muscles in his jaw working. A sound leaves him that isn't quite a groan and isn't quite a moan. It is something involuntary and unguarded. Which is caused entirely by my words.'Mine.' I breathe the word and feel in that instant why Banks says it as often as he does. It is the only word that captures this — the specific, proprietary satisfaction of watching a person come undone because of you.He is mine. His heavy, uneven breathing is mine. The disheveled state of this meticulously tailored, pressed, controlled man is mine. Every strand of hair I've pulled loose, every button that is undone, every mark left on his skin is mine. They're caused by me, for me, and for no one else. He looks at me, eyes finally opening, and we hold each other'

Trolley

BANKS POVShe doesn't hesitate. She lifts herself off the bed, turns her back to me, hips swaying as she moves. "Fuck me!" the sight of her from behind; flushed, warm and entirely unselfconscious, is something I want to look at indefinitely. I lean forward on the bed, reach out and slap her ass. She gasps, turning back and rubbing her palm over the mark, with a look that is equal parts startled and pleased."Mirror." With a slow, knowing smile curling at the corners of her mouth, she sashays her hips away from my reach-a deliberate provocation, but the red print of my palm is still visible, vivid and bright on the curve of her ass as she drops to her knees before the mirror.I climb off the bed and stand straight, taking a moment to simply look at her. Her body is flushed from the tips of her ears to the middle of her back, warm from everything we have already done, and she kneels with a natural, unhurried ease that I watch with something that has moved well past desire into somethi

Promised to

"Okay, mas—mmm." I drop a second pour of wax to her other breast. Her nipples push forward, flushed red and tight. She blinks up at me in the mirror, her eyes already beginning to lose focus and roll back."I... more, please." My fist closes around my cock and I stroke the bead of pre-cum slowly around the tip. I release the chain of her collar, push her forward slightly until her face rests against the cool surface of the mirror, and position my cock against her ass. Her wetness runs in a continuous trail down her thighs, coating everything."I want youfuck!" I push inside with a sharp curse. Eleanor drops her chin, both hands gripping either side of my waist as I push another inch deeper."Wa—wax, pleasee.." Her words run together but I catch them. I release her head, pull back, and reach for the wax. Our eyes meet in the mirror and she gives a small, deliberate nod. Tears have started down her face. I watch them fall in a glittering cascade in the red light. I tilt the hot wax and

Hiplock II

I remind and watch the ghost of a smile reach his eyes before his expression settles. He did that, but I need to cum. "Your holes are mine, Anor." He curses and pushes back.... into my pussy instead. I close my eyes on impact. My body exhales, genuinely heats up. The heat and the fullness of his cock in my pussy instead of ass settles through me like the last piece of something fitting into place. I love his cock in my ass, his mouth and his hands in every way he uses them, but his cock inside my pussy is different from everything else. It feels like arriving. Like he has hit the exact center of my core. He pulls out again and I look up immediately — not this, not yet."Please let me come, Master." He lifts my head until we are both looking at each other through the mirror: His chest is sheened with sweat and the arrowhead tattoo watches me back through the thin, bright light framing the mirror. His hips press against my ass in a slow, grinding push that seats his cock deep insid

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