All Chapters of HIS CURVY OBSESSION : ABDSM CONTRACT : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

BANKS POVI open my eyes and I'm met with darkness. Something covers my eyes: firm, soft and a very familiar body moves above me. Her tits jiggling right over my face. Fucking hell, Eleanor. Her scent invades me: pineapple and something between sweet and gripping,that's uniquely her.'It'll be a bloody fight before I let her go to another man' She shifts as if hearing my thoughts , and I feel her hands find my left wrist: Gentle and deliberate. Her humorous attempt at trying very hard not to wake me. Suddenly, a cold metal settles around one wrist, then the other. I wiggle it. What on earth is she doing?"You’re handcuffed, blindfolded, and about to get played in your own home, that's what" The pessimistic part of my brain offers its unsolicited assessment. I ignore it completely. Very well now intrigued by what my woman is doing."What does he eat to be this hard?" She grumbles, positioning my cuffed hands above my head against the headboard with a deep grunt, and I settle it there.

ELEANOR POVI wake up noticing the space beside me is empty and cold. I try to sit up, but a sweet, heavy ache sears straight through my core and the corners of my mouth, forcing me flat back onto the mattress. 'Jesus.' I try a second time, successfully managing to swing my legs over the edge and pad into the bathroom. He isn't there. Instead, my eyes land on the vanity. Arrayed in a neat, perfect row are my exact brands of shampoo, my body washes, and all the half-used skincare products from my own apartment."There is no way," I murmur. Quickly brush my teeth and freshen up, completely baffled. When I open his massive walk-in wardrobe to steal one of the oversized designer shirts he keeps on rotation, a gasp catches in my throat. My clothes, my rompers, and my favorite shorts completely fill the left wing of his custom closet. From the mirror installed in the closet, I catch of something else. Right across from it, a sleek new vanity table faces the mirror, fully stocked with my sig

"Banks, be serious!"“Also,” I add quickly, trying to regain control of the conversation before he can completely derail me, "in just two weeks, you have taken me roughly ninety-nine times, and I genuinely cannot survive the hundredth. My body is staging a protest." A loud, deeply amused, breathless laugh escapes his chest. "Ninety-nine? That’s statistically impossible, Anor.""Exactly! For normal human beings, it's impossible because they have jobs. But you? Every hour, every day, every second. Even right now, your dick is literally poking against my center." He looks down, a stupid smile spreading across his face as he shifts his weight, deliberately settling his length right against my heat. I clench involuntarily. 'God, I need saving from this man.' I don't."I love being inside you," he growls against my neck, his breath searing hot as his hips nudge forward. I find myself grinding back against him on pure instinct, pressing my chest into his vest."That's right, baby," he groan

Realization dawns on me, and my head whips toward her. Her lips curve into a wicked smile as she lifts her legs, resting her bare feet directly over my thighs. With a loud inhale and the thin remnants of my restraint, I force my eyes back onto the road."That's a sex club, Anor. A BDSM and kink club," I state, my grip tightening on the wheel. She lowers her toes, pressing them lightly against my crotch,my breathe hitch. I reach down, holding her feet still."A perfect place with a stage in the center for you to punish and fuck me," she purrs, wiggling her feet out of my hold and pressing them down against my rapidly hardening length. "How big is the main stage, my sweet baby wolf?" I shudder violently at the imagery, a low groan escaping me as her toes press firmly against my cock. Damn it."Eleanor," her name comes out broken, my knuckles turning stark white from the pressure against the steering wheel."Anor. Baby. Firecracker. Those are my names, my dearest baby wolf," she correct

"You did?" he seethe, his grip wrapping around my waist"Who is he?""I didn't! I don't even know who she's talking about," I stammer, glaring at my sister."He even wrote a three-page love letter to you, Sis" Zara adds oil to the fire, pausing by the stairs."Quite a vibrant young love life you had, Anor," Banks hiss into my neck. I have absolutely no idea what neighbor Zara is talking about. Someone else must have lived that childhood, because it certainly wasn't me."And how old are you that you know so much about sneaking out, Zara?" I counter, trying to deflect the lethal gaze burning into the side of my face."You had better not be sneaking out of the house to see any boys," I add."I sneaked out the second I left the single-digit age, sis," she shrugs. Single digits?"When she turned ten years old," Banks supply automatically. I whip my head to look at her."You sneaked out of the house at ten years old?!"