Chapter 807


    Chapter 807 “Who said so?”


    Ste 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‘repletely at my mercy right now?”


    Weston fixed his eyes on her. “If pletely at your mercy‘ means having my hands tied and photos w


    ere taken, I believe that‘s an exaggeration.”


    “Oh?”


    Ste chuckled. “You don‘t think this is it?”


    She glided her fingers across his skin and held his belt.“ The main course ising right up. Do you sti


    ll 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 move.”


    A momentter.


    Weston looked calmly at Ste, 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 stru


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    “Why is it soplicated...”


    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 Ste seldom took a second look at


    those essories, something she thought was all the same, this belt buckle that Weston was wearing


    was clearly different from the ordinary essories.


    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 ck


    and gold tie and unfastened the belt buckle in a sh.


    “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...”


    Beforepleting 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 ck and gold tie aside and cupped Ste‘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 Ste could respond to the sudden turn of the tide, sh


    e found herself engulfed in the waves of passion.


    Ste felt like a lone boat struggling to stay afloat on the stormy sea.


    The whirlwind that hade so suddenly almost suffocated her.


    “Weston...don‘t...”


    Beforepletely losing her senses, Ste heard his low, rumbling voice.


    “Meow for me.”


    “Huh?”


    Ste 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 Ste 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 yiel


    Ste‘s defenses finally broke as she gritted her teeth and whispered, “Meow…”