All Chapters of HIS CURVY OBSESSION : ABDSM CONTRACT : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Eleanor POVHe is completely outplaying me. He knows exactly what I'm doing, and he's smug about it.His dark eyes are practically dancing with amusement, completely unmatched by my child's tricks. His legs crossed on each other, his back leaned on the sofa and his palms intertwined together with a very, very rare expression on his face.I'm saying, Banks Wellington is grinning.No, Smiling.He's smiling so wide I'm momentarily lost in how wide his mouth is curved and how bright his eyes are.I never imagined winning a card game will bring such amusement from a man who can literally purchase and own everything he wants."Should we call it a night? Miss Eleanor."I narrow my eyes at him and his grin widen even more. It doesn't even make sense.But I notice something. His Adam's apple bobs every single time his eyes drift down to my thighs.He pauses for a fraction of a second whenever my chest shifts under the short onesie.If I can't outsmart his mind, I will outsmart his focus."Deal

"You think you can run from me, Anor?" I growl, my chest heaving. A massive, unvarnished grin breaking across my face. I haven't run like this since I was a boy. I also haven't felt this alive, this entirely unburdened, in two decades."Trying doesn't hurt" She reply, her eyes looking up at me. With that same grin. I lower my hand, then smack her ass. "Master!" She shriek and presses her face against my chest. I slap the other and bunch the onesie up between the crack of her ass. "Mmmm" I turn her back to the glass staircase, lifting her hands up, trapping her with my body. The things I want to do to her"What should I do to you, Anor?" My voice is deep. The question breathy and needy. Almost like a plea. She looks up at me. My gaze falls on her lips then back up to her face. It's back. That grin of mischief. "An..." She presses her lips to my cheek. My knees weaken and I let go of her hands from the effect. My brain stays foggy. Replaying the kiss, then she ducks under my

"Mr. Wellington’s office specified cocktail formal. Dramatic but subdued. An outfit to make a statement." Kim, the fashion stylist sent by Banks to wear me for the event says."Statement " I repeat. My voice thick in my own ears"Yes." She doesn't look at me. Her eyes are busy scanning the dresses that won't fit me even if I lose thirty kg right now"It's a size six" I point out, also admiring the dress. It's a black silk dress that's exposed a bit at the front but nice. I like it"The others we have are size eight" She replies like neither will help my case. Then finally, she looks up at me"I'm not size six or eight" I remind her. Incase my appearance didn't tell her that.She look at me and I keep my gaze on her.She sits back down on the new chair whose package nylon I haven't removed, then crosses her legs, elbows on the armrests as she begins the oh so familiar scrutiny I'm used toIt's the look.The three seconds calculation where a professional clock how much extra labor my ve

I hear my phone ring again and sigh. "Bring it" My personal barber, Kareem, let go of my hair, to get me the phoneI collect it from him and breath in when I see the caller"Are any of the dresses to her satisfaction?""Mr Wellington" Kim's voice comes out sharp, frantic and laced with boiling venom"I'm calling to inform you of her. Your guest is completely unhinged." I raise my hand up at Kareem, and he stops the trimming. Taking few steps back"The point" I hiss. Barely holding my own rage at her audacity to call Eleanor unhinged"What point sir?" Of course, even after ten years of working for me. I've to spell my words out. My mind drift to Eleanor... At how well she understood me from day one"Get to the point of your analysis,Kim and tell me if she got her dress""Mr Wellington." She gulps and I hear her take two steps"Your guest assaulted me. She hit my cheeks and chased my whole team out of your building." The word doesn't settle in me. Eleanor isn't one for confrontation,

Rooke parks at the entrance of the zoo. I'm out of the car before he could park fully. I follow the map and find Clinton right by the crocodile space. "Welcome Mr..." "Save it. Anything else happened to her?" "Nothing sir"She's with few other tourists, checking out the secluded animal. I stay there with them, my hands in pocket watching her watch the animal. Then it goes South. A little kid fall against her back.I'm already out of where I am, towards the kid. I everyone bent on annoying her today?! "Are you okay?" I stop when I hear her voice. There's a separate cage where fowls are kept and a tall tree separating us. Hiding me from her. But I watch her dust the kid's body"Be careful" She says with a smile and the kid's guardian take her away. She's smiling. I stand still watching her. A pigeon stop four feet away from her. She walk away from the tourists and take cautioned steps towards it with a smile. I look around me for more pigeons but find none. I look up... A