Chapter 807 “Who said so?”
Stella smiled cheekily. “What if you dislike the experience after this round?”
She then began to take a series of photos of him. “I won‘t miss a chance to record how you look like right now.”
She suddenly leaned in on him and said into his ear, “I wonder... if your employees know you‘re completely at my
mercy right now?”
Weston fixed his eyes on her. “If ‘completely at your mercy‘ means having my hands tied and photos were taken, I
believe that‘s an exaggeration.”
“Oh?”
Stella chuckled. “You don‘t think this is it?”
She glided her fingers across his skin and held his belt.“ The main course is coming right up. Do you still remember
the rules I stated?”
She crouched down low, still straddling his waist, and repeated herself, “Don‘t speak, don‘t doubt, and don‘t
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtmove.”
A moment later.
Weston looked calmly at Stella, who was fumbling
anxiously with the buckle. “You know how to unfasten a wristwatch but not a belt?”
His remark slowed her hands down, but she didn‘t say anything in response, fully engrossed in the struggle with the
belt.
“Why is it so complicated...”
Each of his suits spoke of post–opulence, 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 didn‘t seem to work.
The next moment, a pair of huge hands appeared before her eyes. “You…”
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.
“How did you loosen the knot?”
She furrowed her brows, dissatisfied. She stretched her
hands out, wanting to tighten the knot on the tie again.“ You promised me just now to remain bound and let me do
whatever I want with you...”
Before completing her sentence, Weston flipped both of them around and regained the initiative. “Let you do
whatever you want? But you couldn‘t even handle a belt buckle.”
He flung the black and gold tie aside and cupped Stella‘s 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, she found
herself engulfed in the waves of passion.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmStella felt like a lone boat struggling to stay afloat on the stormy sea.
The whirlwind that had come so suddenly almost suffocated her.
“Weston...don‘t...”
Before completely losing her senses, Stella heard his low, rumbling voice.
“Meow for me.”
“Huh?”
Stella struggled to open her eyes. “What are you talking about…”
Westin lifted her chin and forced her to look into his eyes. “Do what you did just now and meow for me.”
She turned her face away, a blush creeping onto her cheeks and vexation clearly etched in her eyes.
He pinched her cheeks slightly harder. “One more time, for me?”
He was simply bone–deep wicked.
There was only one posture that Stella could maintain before him—that 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 yield to him.
Stella‘s defenses finally broke as she gritted her teeth and whispered, “Meow…”