HIS CURVY OBSESSION

Signed sub.

She's still not saying anything which for unknown reason, gnaw at me. I'm very interested in what she have to say after accusing me of slavery and b********y.

"Rule 13" I state and she looks up at me. Then blinks as memory of that rule take place in her. I'm genuinely surprised by her memory.

“I’d appreciate an apartment. Secured. Exclusive estate, please.” I take a sip of wine with an unintended chuckle.

“You’re in a precarious position to be negotiating, mia belle."

She looks at the center table. Dragging her nails against her wine glass.

“I know. It’s just...I’m living at work. It’s not a good look, going back there after being used all night.”

She says, hiding something. I don’t push. Her life isn’t my business. Though I know she’s been sleeping in the staff building, that she ended things with the supervisor she was sleeping with, three weeks ago.

That she have three thousand dollars saved and has been saving for two years.

“That’s why you’ll be paid.”

“You don’t f**k gentle.” What a compliment. I take another sip as she move forward a bit. Ready to plead her case

“I can’t go back to attending to clients after getting f****d all night.” She starts, her voice soft and weak. A pause.

“I just can’t.” I look at her. She's an interesting being.

Bold, assertive, demanding and smart.

I’ve f****d models. Women that are muscular, artists, Olympians. Women built like architecture, angular, deliberate, They all have one thing in common- being slim.

There was nothing wrong with any of it.

But Eleanor..

She is full in the way that shows status.

That calls me to dig in.

The kind of warm that doesn’t ask permission.

When I was behind her, my both hands were occupied before I’ve made a decision about it.

I couldn't stop squeezing her breasts or stop sucking them.

Her flesh fills my palms and spill over. Her body press back into mine like it’s meant for me.

When I faced and thrusted into her, I was met with folds of flesh that are warm.

There's a satisfying feeling that comes with her body. I never kenew it existed until I f****d one. f****d her.

Now, her personality. Brain. Boldness.

The sounds she makes when I grab her- not performance, not dramatic, not practiced... It's a genuine response to how I made her feel and it drives me feral to be honest.

Just thinking about her flesh on my palm, the way her ass jiggled against me and the sounds she made.... I've been failing miserably to stop my heart from thumping or d**k from rising.

“Done.” I tell her and her head snap up to me with a wide smile that's both a surprise and genuine.

I'll have my hands full with her.

“Done,” she repeats with a nod. Soft. Like she’s confirming it to herself.

I watch the smile and feel the problem of it. I should not want to keep seeing that.

"All terms will be incorporated into the pages later" She nods in reply with a smile.

"Sign the contract Anor" Without delay, she picks up the pen and I watch her sign her name with a wide grin on her face.

Eleanor Ashworth.

Clean letters. Slightly left-leaning. She presses firmly, committing to what she writes, then she pushes the document across.

She put the pen down and push the document across the table. I look at her signature and my chest rise as I pick up the document and close it without looking away from her.

“Welcome.” I say.

“To what exactly?.” She questions, picking up her coffee.

I don't reply as I take the document

from her and place it beneath the table.

Silence fills the air as she starts shrinking to her self. Hiding.

“Pour the drink on your chest.” She looks at me.

“And crawl to me.”

Her mouth falls open at my second instruction.

AUTHOR'S NOTE : Hello bitches! Haha. The floor here is dripping with my release, be careful.

But tell me- Should she crawl? Or for the sake of RULE 14, She should get sassy and say CHASE ME. Hehe.

Comment what you think of this line and I might horny edit it in

Banks- Crawl to me

Eleanor- Why not Chase me?

Haha, I'm grinning. Tell me it sounds like what a Dom will punish