Stella knew exactly what his gesture meant. The intensely intimidating aura that Weston exuded was
palpable too.
“I Didn't tell him anything..." she backed away from him instinctively.
Her feet were still bound together as she shrank away, and the golden chains clanged noisily around
her ankles as she moved.
Weston ripped off his belt and tossed it aside.He knelt on the bed with one knee and stared at her like
a hawk.
“If you didn't tell him anything, why was he so emotional when he talked about you?” He supported her,
so she sat upright and raised her chin with his fingers.
“Why were you so reckless, Stella?” Those words sounded like a grievance, but they also sounded like
a warning.
"If you won't behave even after being locked up, perhaps I should cut you off from the outside world
completely so you’d finally be a good girl.” Stella took a deep breath, heaving her chest slightly.
“I’m sorry…” she whimpered.
She had to muster all her willpower to stop herself from shaking.
“I won't see him again, okay?"
"You won't see him again?” Weston sneered.
“What about your psychological problems?”
"Forget about that,” Stella shook her head and smiled bleakly.
“Besides, what's the point of those treatments anyway? It might even make you angry for no reason.”
As she spoke , she sat up and wrapped her arms around his waist.This sudden tenderness startled
Weston at first, but it was ultimately effective.He half embraced her and gently ran his fingers through
the flowing black hair that hung down her back.
“Are you sure?”
“Mm-hmm,” Stella nodded obediently.
“I know I can't have sex with you right now, but I have…other ways to please you." Her before leaning
down and kneeling on his waist.
Then, she reached out her hand and touched his manhood.Weston’s eyes fluttered violently.
He placed one hand firmly on the back of her head.
His long fingers slipped through her hair, and his grip slowly tightened.His gradually increased force
until he started to clasp his hands on her head.
Stella took a deep breath to steady her breathing.
Above her, she heard Weston's breathing getting heavier and knew he was about to lose control
soon.Her eyes, however, glanced past him toward the balcony.Her oleanders were growing excellently.
Perhaps its flowers might even bloom in a few days.
After a long time, it finally ended.
The overpowering and primal stench of semen filled the air.
Stella lay flat on the bed, looking all meek and docile.Even Weston was unusually gentle.He walked out
of the bathroom with a warm damp towel in his hand, sat on the bed, and carefully wiped Stella's mouth
and face.
“Did you choke?” he asked.
“No.I swallowed quite a bit, though..." Stella closed her eyes and asked him, “Did you like it?” He
kissed her again and again before answering in a husky voice, “Yes.”
"Good,” Stella smiled.
She had become so docile and well-behaved now that she almost seemed like a wild cat whose claws
had been filed, trapped in an invisible golden cage without the means to extricate herself.
Stella let the man clean her up without any resistance.He then climbed into bed and fell asleep with his
arms around her.
She listened to his steady heartbeat with a smile still lingering on her face.She squirmed, but it only
made him hug her even more tightly.
"Stella..." she heard his low voice coming from above her head, which was quickly accompanied by a
soft and tender kiss.
“Hayden Quirk won't come here ever again.” He took her hand and kissed it lightly, adding, “From now
on, your whole world will consist of me and noone else.”
Stella's eyes trembled slightly in the dark.
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