Chapter 807 âWho said so?â
Stella smiled cheekily. âWhat if you dislike the experience after this round?â
She then began to take a series of photos of him. âI wonât miss a chance to record how you look like right now.â
She suddenly leaned in on him and said into his ear, âI wonder... if your employees know youâre completely at my mercy right now?â
Weston fixed his eyes on her. âIf âcompletely at your mercyâ means having my hands tied and photos w ere taken, I believe thatâs an exaggeration.â
âOh?â
Stella chuckled. âYou donât think this is it?â
She glided her fingers across his skin and held his belt.â The main course is coming right up. Do you sti ll remember the rules I stated?â
She crouched down low, still straddling his waist, and repeated herself, âDonât speak, donât doubt, and
donât move.â
A moment later.
Weston looked calmly at Stella, who was fumbling anxiously with the buckle. âYou know how to unfasten a wristwatch but not a belt?â
His remark slowed her hands down, but she didnât say anything in response, fully engrossed in the stru ggle with the belt.
âWhy is it so complicated...â
Each of his suits spoke of postâopulence, crafted exclusively for him by his personal tailor.
He also had countless neckties, cufflinks, and belt buckles, further enhancing his style.
Although Stella seldom took a second look at those accessories, something she thought was all the same, this belt buckle that Weston was wearing
was clearly different from the ordinary accessories.
She gave it two hard tugs and began panicking again when it didnât seem to work.
The next moment, a pair of huge hands appeared before her eyes. âYouâ¦â
Before she could react, Weston reached out with his hands still bound by the black and gold tie and unfastened the belt buckle in a flash.
âHow did you loosen the knot?â
She furrowed her brows, dissatisfied. She stretched her hands out, wanting to tighten the knot on the tie again.â You promised me just now to remain bound and let me do whatever I want with you...â
Before completing her sentence, Weston flipped both of them around and regained the initiative. âLet you do whatever you want? But you couldnât even handle a belt
buckle.â
He flung the black and gold tie aside and cupped Stellaâs face in his palms. Then he leaned forward and kissed her...
...in his usual aggressive, domineering fashion.
Everything on the desk was swept aside. Before Stella could respond to the sudden turn of the tide, sh e found herself engulfed in the waves of passion.
Stella felt like a lone boat struggling to stay afloat on the stormy sea.
The whirlwind that had come so suddenly almost suffocated her.
âWeston...donât...â
Before completely losing her senses, Stella heard his low, rumbling voice.
âMeow for me.â
âHuh?â
Stella struggled to open her eyes. âWhat are you talking aboutâ¦â
Westin lifted her chin and forced her to look into his eyes. âDo what you did just now and meow for me.â
She turned her face away, a blush creeping onto her cheeks and vexation clearly etched in her eyes.
He pinched her cheeks slightly harder. âOne more time, for me?â
He was simply boneâdeep wicked.
There was only one posture that Stella could maintain before himâthat of submissiveness.
With no choice but to do what he said, she bit her lip and refused to look at him. Her entire body flushed red with embarrassment.
Weston forced her to keep her eyes open so that she could see every bit of how he was making her yiel Stellaâs defenses finally broke as she gritted her teeth and whispered, âMeowâ¦â