LOGINBANKS POVIf I stay without her touch a little longer, I'll get sick. Somehow, punishing Eleanor always result in me being punished as well. Like now, I want her mouth on my lips more than I want it on my cock, but kissing her right now is a fix towards it all. So, I accept her mouth in my cock instead, just to keep the rules. She needs to comprehend how much farther into isolation I will withdraw the moment she compromises her safety by breaking multiple rules. She sucks in my cock, her fingers squeeze my balls, and the sheer sensation causes me to lift my hips, thrusting directly into her mouth as I grip the back of her thick hair."I can feel my cock hitting the back of that bratty mouth," I rasp, my veins running with pure fire. Her nails dig deep into my thighs through each deliberate thrust, her mouth pooling with saliva along the sides of her lips."Open that mouth wider and take all of me, Anor," I grunt, pressing her head down into my groin.She shakes her head repeatedly ag
My forehead drops against his chest as we walk through the remaining distance. "The scent of your arousal is filling my entire senses," he says, his voice dropping into a deep, gravelly murmur as we stop in front of an elevator. Its doors open, and my back rests instantly on the cold steel wall of the lift, standing right beside him."I can sense how desperately you crave me." Another incremental increase. It is pure madness; I am on the verge of a complete mental fracture from the sheer need for release. I look down and my cunt pulsate as I watch his dick map out erect beneath his slack. Just a touch. "How intensely you require my cock inside that dripping, starved pussy of yours." the dirty words from him makes my need increase. "Yes," I sob out, my throat entirely dry as the upward curl of the toy hits the exact pulse of my cunt. My G-spot. "More, Banks. Please" My eyes snap shut as I plead, reaching for his belt and pulling closer to him. "But you have not earned the right
The president stands up from his seat then the people's eyes move to him. Either because they didn't hear my scream or can't be bothered by it. "Thank you very much, sir!" Our president says with a profound, reverent bow. Meanwhile, I am trembling visibly on my cushion now; the audible hum of the toy is vibrating so intensely I am certain everyone can hear it."I will always serve your interests, Master," the President pledges aloud to Banks. The repetition of the word 'Master' makes my entire brain go completely foggy. My hand leaves his shirt, sliding down to grip the solid muscle of his thigh. He reduces the frequency by a fraction, which offers no genuine relief, it somehow makes me ache for more. I am completely dripping, starving for the filling weight of his cock. "Banks, please," I whisper, my nails digging into his slacks. Anthony, observing my distress from across the table, smoothly slides a fresh glass of whiskey toward me with a smile. I offer him a weak glare, but he m
ELEANOR POV"You're shaking.""You're here," I reply, my voice a breathless whisper.He chuckles softly, leaning back against his seat beside me in the exact alignment we occupied during our first executive luncheon."Anthony here will be securing the deep-water port infrastructure," Banks says smoothly to the table.I instantly zone the rest of the room out. Something is wrong. The atmosphere feels dangerously different. He isn't touching me—not even a passing brush of his knuckles against my skin. Rooke secured my transport here, and a tier-one close protection detail escorted me directly into this Basilica, but since my arrival, Banks’s focus has been entirely monopolized by the people at the table. He hasn’t even activated the internal device he ordered me to insert."The port acquisition has been thoroughly approved and secured, Mr. Wellington. Due diligence is finalized," Anthony notes, shifting his files."That is quite an expansive operation.""You didn't provide any advance n
"Anor," his voice barks back: deep, low, gravelly, and it instantly anchors my entire universe. He called me Anor. "You sent a styling team." "Have they established their station?" "Yes. She arrived with a cosmetics artist, an extensive wardrobe selection, and custom footwear." "Okay" My chest gets heavy again and I walk away from the team. "You don't like them?" "What?! No. Of course, I do. I just" I bite my lips and breathe out "She said you selected them yourself " "I did" "That must have represented a significant challenge considering my size isn't easy to get," I murmur, hyper-aware that my voluptuous proportions aren't standard for luxury archival houses. "It represented no challenge whatsoever," he answers flatly. I let out a shaky breath, and walk around. My fingers feeling cold. "The outfits are exceptionally beautiful." I hear a low, dry chuckle on the other end of the line. "Stop pacing, Anor" I stop, without realizing I was actually pacing. "Are you unwe
ELEANOR POV I feel like I'm being punished and Banks is tired of me. After forcing me to eat yesterday, I thought he'll come back, but he never did. His silence is starting to feel like a cruel punishment. Three full days have passed without his physical presence, and the dark anxiety coiling in my stomach tells me he has grown completely tired of me. He probably doesn't have any feelings left for me. Three days since this massive penthouse has transformed from a luxury estate into a prison, and he hasn't laid a single finger on me. I miss him. I need him. I miss his touch. I don't even mind him punishing me with the hot wax, handstock,whip or public punishment. I don't mind, I just want him here. It's now I understand his need to wanting me by his side. For these three days, I've been forced to think of those days I ignored him. Without him, the air in this room feels thin; I can’t breathe through the sudden terror that he is preparing to break up with me. It wouldn't surprise me
BANKS POV"Why on earth do I need a therapy session? I'm fine."Eleanor huffs dramatically, her full lips forming a gorgeous, stubborn pout as she glares back at me through the vanity mirror. My phone pings sharply on the counter with another corporate notification, and I slide my thumb across the
ELEANOR POVI was drugged. I lie not. Someone definitely drugged me."What's today's date?" I question groggily. My gaze is completely unsteady, my body feels limp, and my head is entirely empty."You should go back to bed," a deep voice rumbles beside me. I try to push his massive hand away from m
My entire body freezes, the air turning to ice in my lungs. "We... I’m your girlfriend?” Banks takes immediate advantage of my total loss of bearings, easily sweeping my hand away and using the handkerchief to gently wipe the blood from my inner thighs. "Well, your parents certainly thought so,
One of his large hands wraps possessively around my waist, while the other cradles the back of my head, burying my face into his chest. When did he even move from his seat? Always walking like a ghost“Is that her boyfriend?” one of the nosy neighborhood aunties whispers loudly.“Boyfriend? Look at







