Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41: Risk-Reward $ Madison’s Punishment (R-18)

DISCLAIMER: What is about to happen next is a roleplay not how he treats women if it’s not roleplaying!

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I pulled back and looked at her—really looked at her in that succubus outfit—and something predatory and hungry settled deep in my chest, making my enhanced features sharpen even further.

"You think this cosplay makes you worthy of kneeling in front of me?" I murmured, my enhanced voice carrying enough menace to make her shiver and whimper. "You think putting on a slutty costume and batting your eyes gives you the right to negotiate with me like we’re equals?"

She bit her lip hard enough to leave marks, nodding once with desperation bleeding from every pore. "I didn’t know what else to do. I needed to show you I understand where I stand now. Before you. Completely."

She’s trying to submit, but she still doesn’t get that I’m in complete control here. Time for a more thorough education.

I started circling her slowly—like a predator studying wounded prey—my gaze raking over her body from the demon horns in her hair to the fishnets hugging her thighs like a second skin. She’s trembling visibly now, and I can see her fighting the desperate urge to rub her legs together, the arousal evident in every nervous movement, every hitched breath.

"I should drag you to the front desk," I muttered as I moved behind her, close enough that my breath heated her neck. "Let the librarian see you dressed like my personal fuck-toy. Make you crawl on your hands and knees and beg in front of witnesses."

Her breath hitched violently, and when she spoke, her voice was barely a whisper that cracked with need. "If that’s what you want... I’ll do it. I’ll humiliate myself however you demand."

She’s actually willing? Interesting. The depths of her desperation are fascinating.

I grabbed her fake tail and yanked it with enough force, pulling her backward until she gasped and crashed onto all fours on the library carpet. The position made her skirt ride up completely, revealing more of those garters, the curve of her ass, and the dark lace barely covering what’s already soaking wet.

"I want everything from you," I said, my voice dark with promise and threat. "Your pride, your dignity, your reputation, your body, your soul. And you’re going to give it all to me willingly. Or I’ll take it anyway and enjoy watching you break."

I reached under her skirt with deliberate, torturous slowness, just brushing the edge of her lace panties with the back of my hand. The contact made Madison moan softly—a sound she tried desperately to suppress but couldn’t control.

She’s already soaking wet and practically vibrating with need. This costume isn’t just an apology—it was an invitation to own her completely.

Click.

We both froze like deer in headlights.

Voices. Footsteps. Getting dangerously closer.

My hand flew to cover her mouth roughly just as two students walked into the adjacent aisle—some guy and girl laughing about their group project or whatever mundane bullshit normal students worry about when they’re not discovering the depths of submission.

"...back here where nobody ever checks these old books," the girl’s voice carried over, oblivious to the drama unfolding one row away.

My eyes locked onto Madison’s—fire and dominance and dark promise in mine, terror and desperate arousal in hers. My other hand was still resting against the inside of her thigh, dangerously close to places that would make this situation catastrophic if we’re caught.

If they turn the corner and see Madison Torres on all fours in a succubus costume with my hand up her skirt, her social reputation doesn’t just die—it will get fucking executed.

The couple paused one row over, and I leaned close to her ear, my breath scorching against her skin.

"If they turn this corner and see you on all fours dressed like my personal demon slut..." I whispered, just loud enough for her to hear, each word deliberate and cutting, "do you think they’ll still call you Madison Torres, Student Princess? Or do you think they’ll call you what you really are now... my personal succubus slut, huh?"

She whimpered against my hand, her whole body shaking like she was coming apart at the seams.

I pushed two fingers just beneath the edge of her panties—not inside, but enough contact to wet pussy making her entire body jolt with electricity and arch against me involuntarily.

"They’ll call you mine," I answered for her, voice dripping with possession. "My little succubus slut who begs to be owned."

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