All Chapters of HIS CURVY OBSESSION : ABDSM CONTRACT : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

BANKS POV"So you are truly getting married ?" I take a slow, deliberate sip of my small-batch Bourbon, only half-listening to the conversation bouncing between Anthony and Carlton. My attention remains anchored to the glowing display of my phone as I scroll through a cascade of messages Eleanor has sent over the past two hours. She sent strings of images about her latest scent batch, practically vibrating with pride over the fact that her stocks at Catherine’s store has completely sold out, save for two final bottles."I am," Carlton answers, releasing a long, exhausted breath that seems to reverberate off the soundproofed walls of the private lounge.The exclusive VIP suite is insufferably dull for a singular reason I know: Anthony isn't flirting with any woman, and I've no sub by my side. Neither of our women are occupying the room with us. Not that I harbor any desire for high-society nightlife anymore; I would immeasurably prefer to be in Eleanor's laboratory, resting my chin on

ELEANOR POV"You're smiling," Banks points out and I lean my head against his shoulder without apology."I'm happy." He presses his lips to my forehead, his hand moving slowly through my hair as we wait for the outfit to be brought out. The room around us is quiet. It's just us, and the soft rustle of clothing being selected somewhere down the hall."I'm proud of you." Strings of warmth knot through my chest at his words. But they don't ache the way praise sometimes does when it arrives from the wrong angle. His appraisal makes me feel pretty, proud and warm, and I feel happy in a way that makes me want to take up more space rather than less. I feel like I could grow wings."I didn't even think the rumor would affect my business at all.""You have people who love you.""I do," I agree, leaning upward slightly when I see a staff member moving toward us with a tray balanced in both hands. Banks tightens his hand at my waist, drawing me closer against his side without breaking the quiet

I look up at him. His eyes meet mine and the air between us possesses a quality I don't want to disturb. "Dea...." "Mr. Banks." I close my mouth as Rooke steps into the doorway, arm extended, holding a phone."Leave." Banks says it without looking at him. I catch Rooke's eye and give him the faintest look of silent apology. He doesn't move."What company?""It's your mother, sir." Rooke cuts in again, carefully, clearly having assumed Banks was speaking to him. His mother. Banks turns toward Rooke sharply with an exhale, registering the phone in his hand for the first time."The guards said you weren't picking up and she is....." Banks takes the phone from him before the sentence is finished. His jaw is harder than it was a moment ago. His face is even harder: he looks unhappy, angry and worried simultaneously. The combination sitting in the sharp set of his brows and the tight line of his mouth. I step back and watch as he brings the phone to his ear."Where is she?" He question, t

BANKS POV "You've your own business to expand, Eleanor." Eleanor opens her mouth to reply, but the words die in her throat. She looks utterly exhausted, which is entirely understandable. I ambushed her straight from her new tennis practice, dragged her to Rita's for an excruciating fitting, subjected her to a tense confrontation with my mother, and now, here we are in the chaotic middle of this high-stakes dining room. "Your sister is staying with you, and my mom won't stay with me," I add. She close her mouth again in defeat. I nod, watching realisation dawn on her. "I'm sorry" She lets go. The double-layered ruffles of her white tennis skirt catch the slight breeze from the dining room's ventilation, offering tantalizing glimpses of her milky skin. The rhinestones on her shoulderless, sleeveless top glitter against the ambient glass and silverware. She has absolutely no idea how breathtaking she looks right now, standing amidst the polished chaos. "I can stay at—" my mom trie

She freezes, looking at me, then at the wine. Finally, she obeys. She reaches up and pulls her top down, revealing the soft, pale swell of her breasts. She isn't wearing a bra. "Stand up." "Banks," she whispers, terrified. I twirl the wine in my glass, watching her, a silent dare for her to disobey me. She doesn't. She stands up, her shoulders trembling slightly. I stand up too, clearing the remaining plates from the table onto the cart to give myself a clear surface. "Palms flat on the table." She obeys, placing her hands on the smoked glass, looking straight at me with wide, fearful eyes. I take a sip of the red wine, then step around the table so I am directly behind her. I place the wine glass near her fingers, then unbuckle my belt, the sound deafening in the quiet room. "Did you go on a date with another guy?" SPANK. She tries to turn, but I bring my palm down hard on the bare flesh of her ass, delivering a sharp smack that echoes through the room. She jolts forward, gasping