บททั้งหมดของ HIS CURVY OBSESSION : ABDSM CONTRACT : บทที่ 191 - บทที่ 200

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

"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

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

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'

"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