A glint flashed past Stella‘s eyes. ...play with him? He’d always been the one to
take the lead. Now that she thought about it, she had never tried taking the lead
before. It left her to wonder what things would be like, if she were to take the initiative for a change.
“Weston…”
Something changed in her eyes as she tugged his tie and pulled him closer. “Are you sure you want to
play?”
He lowered his eyes and looked at her.
A cheeky smile broke across her petite face, clearly indicating that she had some tricks up her sleeve.
Weston cupped her cheeks, and his calloused fingers rubbed across his fair, dewy skin. “Let me see w
hat you‘ve got.”
Stella suddenly turned solemn as she turned around to press him against the desk she was
originally trapped under.
“Shhh.”
Her long, lithe arms wrapped around his as she lifted her head and brushed her nose
against the corner of his lips.“
From this second on, don‘t move.”
Stella said domineeringly, “Don‘t doubt my actions, and don‘t speak unless I tell you.”
With that, she tugged the tie off his neck.
It was a black tie with intricate gold patterns.
Weston often used such understated luxury accessories, and his classy taste was indeed infectious.
Be it style or material, his accessories were the best that money could buy.
Stella wrapped the tie around her hand multiple times.” Stretch out your hands.”
She knelt on the office chair which was in front of him.
Her petite body was completely unable to block Weston‘s
fit and towering figure. Yet, she was harboring wishful thoughts of reining him in and controlling him.
Weston leaned back leisurely and surveyed her face.
A moment later, he stretched his hands out in front of her. “What are you trying to do?”
Stella looked down and put his hands together before tying them up with the tie. “Don‘t undo it!”
A smile crept into his eyes. “Then you‘ll have to tie it up tight.”
Upon his reminder , Stella wound the tie one more time
around his wrist.
She stared at his wrists and pondered for a moment before deciding to pluck his wristwatch off.
“I don‘t like your watch. It‘s always so cold and makes me
uncomfortable when you hold it against my skin.”
Both of them shared many wild moments. That wicked
streak in Weston made him yearn to see Stella rely on him everywhere, every time.
At the most pleasurable yet torturous moment, he would like to rove his cold watch on her
skin, which would always force tears to well up in her eyes. He didn‘t like to see her cry.
Except for those moments.
Her tears made her look even more exquisite than she already was.
Stella clearly remembered those moments.
She removed his watch without hesitation to take petty revenge on him.
He chuckled, low and deep from his chest.
He wanted to lift his hand to caress her hair, but since his tie bound them, he could only look
deeply at her. “What else do you have?”
Stella thought about it while stealing a couple of glances
at him.
She then knelt on the office chair and pushed against Weston‘s chest, pressing
him further down. “Lie on the table and don‘t move.”
Weston arched his brow and calmly laid down on his desk with no resistance whatsoever.
Stella looked satisfactorily at him before climbing on top of him and straddling his waist. She held hersel
his chest and pulled out her phone with the other hand.
“The great Mr. Ford looking all helpless with his hands tied up is a rare sight. I must take a photo to reme
His suit was in a crumpled mess, with his pristine white shirt clumsily unbuttoned by
Stella. Looking at the woman straddling him above, he tilted himself higher and said, “If you like
this, you‘ll get many more chances in the future. Don‘t be so anxious.”
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