HIS CURVY OBSESSION

BP

He looks so satisfied.

“Talk.” He takes a sip and my eyes trail his bulge that’s still hidden beneath white cotton brief.

“I want you to f**k me with that thick c**k you’re hiding till I forget what I look like…” Is what I want to say but won’t, because I’m wildly aware this is his pleasure.

“Master, please squeeze my neck with this belt until I can’t breathe, then ruin my p***y with your cock.”

He doesn’t move, just keeps his eyes locked on me through the mirror. But his breath grows loud, animalistic and his c**k gets thicker.

My words affect him??

“Choke and f**k me like your slut, master”

“f**k” He down the remaining alcohol with a groan, drop the bottle with a loud thud and pull down his brief.

I exhale aloud when a thick, long and curved d**k bounces out.

“Please master” My body aches and throb. He starts walking and I look at how his c**k moves. The way it pokes out

“f**k” I close my mouth at the slip of groan then look up at his face.

He’s walking closer. I look back down for confirmation.

Fuck me. He’s uncircumcised.

He stops right behind me and his uncircumcised d**k rests on my ass cheeks

BANKS POV

If there’s something more intoxicating than this mound of beauty that’s bound and ready for me, I don’t want it. She has been unknowingly grinding on the bottle I placed on the bed, pushing it deeper into her cunt. I’ve been watching her juices line the glass. Dripping into the remain of my Dalmore 62.

I built this room for control. Every element chosen because it produces a predictable result so nothing surprises me but, Eleanor is surprising me and I’m being careful with her.

I grab the leather around her throat, and her ass presses against the bar.

I should pull tighter like always but the fractured breath she releases and the way she moves, stops me

“Stay.” She have been taking well to order so I know she won’t move. I let go of her hair and withdraw the bottle

She trembles with a shaky grumble.

“Fffuccck, f**k me, Master.”

So f*****g needy. She talks like a professional slut, and it gets me harder each time, just like now.

“Soon, Anor.” I grab her ass cheeks. I’ve never felt something so full. Fill my palms it spills.

I spread her ass cheeks apart, resisting the urge to bite them. That’ll be f*****g intimate- I slap, cut, whip not bite or lick something other than p***y and breast.

I watch her wetness slip down, and take it with the tip of my c**k. I sheath myself in a condom.

Ready, my left hand finds her breast as I position myself.

I stop still when a zip sizzle down my arms from the pleasure and pressure.

Fuck. Just the tip and I feel so hot

“More please” My palm connect with the fullness of her ass and she let out a gasp. I slap her ass again, it bounces and I watch the fine print of my fingers on it. I do it again, she shakes.

I grab her bound wrist and push deep at once inside her.

“Yeyyyesss” Her loud scream mirror my need to scream. So f*****g good. Heat wraps my head, I pull out then thrust back in till my c**k is sitting deeply in her.

My groin connects with the iron bars with each stroke, driving the pleasure into my bones. Her breathless moans turn into muffled tears.

I grip the leather around her neck, watching her throat bob with difficulty, I loosen it a bit, stroking my thumb on the flesh.

“Such sweet cunt” My thrust quicken and i know I’m driving in too hard for someone so tight. But i’m too overtaken to stop- unless she uses her safe word.

My eyes catch sight of her breasts bouncing from the mirror.

“Pleeeease”

Her eyes roll,ass bouncing -matching my thrusts through the bars. I press my leg into the space between the bar and deepen my thrusts, her tears a driving force.

I should keep quiet, squeeze the leather around her throat, grab the whip at my arms length and map her body with it with each thrust… I don’t

“Tell me if it’s too much.” I ask instead, like she’s a partner.

“It’s not” s**t!.

I look at her and see myself on the edge of a cliff. My mouth find the side of her neck and I bite it, pushing myself deeper I hit a point that makes me weak.

My grip tighten on her throat and I give a single deep thrust inside her.

She cries.

“Whose w***e?” My breath raise the hairs on her neck, and I lick, soaking the salty taste of her tears.

“Yours master” Another deep thrust.

“Good girl”

My pace increases, a low sound leaving me that vibrates through me and makes her quiver.

Sounds of bodies slamming into each other fill the room like never before. Her body starts shaking as she rolls her eyes.

“Let go” She comes undone, squirting through the thrusts and on the bed.

SLAP

My palm connects with her ass, it bounces and she wiggle around my hold. Lifting her body up but remain restrained.

I continue moving inside her, pace relentless as my c**k hit that place that feels like the end of her cunt.

So good. The thought arrives incomplete as I continue thrusting.

“Master…” Her plea comes out broken.

“Please..” She grab the suspension bar behind her as her release roll out and I grab her breast because I have to hold something as my hips drive into her.

My pace becomes relentless, through her orgasm. Mine building in layers I feel myself shaking

ELEANOR POV

His release is guttural and unguarded. Pride swells in me as I watch this controlled man throw his head back, one hand on my breast, another on my throat as he slams into me. Reaching that point that make my eyes roll.

I’m convinced it’s my G-spot because this orgasm is intense.

Finally, he withdraws completely without eye contact, making my body slump forward. Like a used slut.

He disappears into a room while I stay where I am, face pressed into expensive sheets, bound like a slave.

I smile, my self-pity taking back seat.

My cunt tingles with satisfaction.

Six rounds and I orgasmed through them all.

He returns, stand right in front of me and turns on the bright lights. His eyes move around mine, looking indecisive.

“Mast…”

He leans forward, and consume my mouth. Deep, teeth clashin and tongue gripping kiss. Then he lets go. Making my mind scramble for what happened.

Then he releases the chains,standing tall in front of me while I adjust to my new freedom.

“On your back.”

He can’t be serious. I look through his eyes. And obey- He’s f*****g serious.

He takes his d**k and stroke it, beads of c*m wrapping the tip.

He lowers himself and grab my tit into his mouth

“Master.. Fff” I let go of myself as he continue sucking. Slick sound of his hand stroking his d**k and my moan fill the room. I grab his hair and he bites my n****e.

When a groan slip from him, he lifts up quick and release on top my stomach.

The warmth drips down the folds of my stomach.

Big stomach and I want to hide.

He looks down at it—at the fat of my stomach saying nothing.

He’ll hate he slept with someone unhealthy.

My heartrate quickens and I lift myself up to run.

“Flat.”

With a racing heart, I lower my back to the bed. He bends and licks his c*m off me.

My mouth falls open and I stop breathing. He actually did that.

It’s eleven pm when he accept he’s tired and had enough of me.

Staggering, I pick up my dress, leaving the ruin of my pantyhose to whoever will clean here.

I’m still feeling the pain, pleasure and sticky reality of what just happened.

“You’ll be driven home,” he says, picking up a magazine with his dangling d**k as if he hadn’t just wrecked me.

“And brought back here after you close tomorrow.”

Before I can protest, my phone pings. An alert: $10,000 deposited.

“Come straight here from work, Anor.”

“So… like…you’ll be f*****g me whenever you want?”

My voice is small and throat clogged. I thought this was a one-time thing.

He finally looks at me.

“Do you have a problem with it?”

My eyes find his lips and I remember how he licked his c*m off my stomach folds in the light. The same folds people called ugly.

“I… I’d like to think about it.”

He stays silent. The silence is so suffocating I beat a retreat for the door.

In the living room, the opulence hits me again. It’s a statement of power. I head out into the night