Semua Bab HIS CURVY OBSESSION : ABDSM CONTRACT : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Banks POVShe stops in front of me. I lower myself to her level and for a very brief moment, I get lost in how expectant she looks.Genuine anticipation and I never thought I'll be happy to show her more. I move the trolley filled with each tools right beside her legs. "Do you know what this is?" I nod towards the Hand stock. She looks down at it, then back at me. "No master"I take her wrist and position it into the left hole. The interior is lined: no raw edges. Everything in this room is built to hold without harming."Quite a surprise. Your books never taught you that?" She looks up at me and I watch her puffed cheeks turn red. I move to her right wrist but she has it fisted. Her throat works repeatedly, a swallow she keeps starting and not finishing, gulping repeatedly as if it's a struggle "Relax Anor" she nods but is quiet. Too quiet."It's okay to be scared and you're doing so well" I key the cuff of her left wrist and she looks up at me"If it's too tight let me know" I

ELEANOR POV In the world of masochistic men, Banks head the list. I have my Safeword at the tip of my tongue, sitting right at the bridge of my throat but the sheer pleasure riding beneath each sting of pain keeps me whispering later, later. Banks without delay or rubbing of my juice around my hole or using lube.. Instead, where he last poured the hot... Warm wax, he peels something off it, throws it to the floor, grab the base of my hair back, then thrust into me with a deep, unyielding push.I don't recognize the guttural deafening scream that tears from me. And he doesn't seem to care, because he only run his hand into my hair. I almost consider it a caress then he yanks it back and thrust into me deeply. Fully in his balls hit my cunt. My nipples peak out against the cold cage that have my hands. And I spread my legs wider, completely lost, unable to understand if I am opening up for more or trying to run from him. I can’t even comprehend why my clitoris is buzzing harder now than

"Why will you let me take you without your safe word, Anor" He grinds out, visibly trying to not scream or rage.I sit up. My back pressing against the cold rail at the edge of the bed. "I never felt the need to use it. It... Everything you did was okay." "But you would've used it if you remembered" "No" He stops and look at me "Do not lie to me Anor" "I'm serious master." I sit up. "It all feels new. Sincerely, every sex with you feel new but it was good. Always good. And also, I survived the punishment. This was more pleasure than pain so I truly had no use for it" I rush out. Keeping the fact his initial penetration was the only close call I had to needing that safe word "How did you know you forgot it if you never intended to use it?" Go master. I exhale "You mentioned safeword and I tried remembering what it was but couldn't." I confess truly and I receive my third shock of the night. Banks pull me into a hug.I repeat.My master. Owner of Skins club and Wells security firm

"I still can't believe there's a hundred grand sitting in my account," he chuckles, his voice cracking.I lay flat back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.  "Me too. I screamed. I danced. In fact, I thanked the man more than I've ever thanked anyone in my life."At least that part isn't a lie. I will forever be grateful to Banks for this money, even if he fucks me like a ruthless beast in return.My thumb instinctively stroke my wrist. If I am being completely honest with myself, it isn't a problem at all. I love how imaginative and innovative he's with an act that normally involves pussy and dick. Hell, the only wildness I had regarding sex was doing it in the kitchen. Since Banks however... My throat goes entirely dry, and my chest takes a rapid, heavy beat at the thought of him."El?" I blink, forcing myself back to reality. "I'm listening.""How do we spe

"Jesus!" I jump back, my hand flying to my chest as I face Vandiver "I apologize, miss.""Mr. Van... I am just going into the next store to buy raw formulation materials," I say, pointing aggressively at the glass storefront. Honestly, sometimes he acts like I’m an escaped convict.He nods sharply and steps back toward the car while I walk into the fragrant interior of the shop. The air is an intoxicating mix of absolute jasmine, rich amber, and distilled alcohol."Good morning, miss," a voice calls out."Good morning." My throat tightens, my heart gaining a frantic new beat as I take in the rows of premium imported perfumes on the right and the massive shelves of raw chemical bases, essential oils, and amber glass bottles on the left."How can I assist you today?""I need the foundational elements required to formulate custom fragrances. I am designing a small initial line—a heavy focus on Madagascar vanilla, whipped cream acco