Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 465

Chapter 465: CRACK! (R-18)

Her body was a limp, trembling canvas, painted with sweat and tears. I stepped back, my gaze sweeping over the masterpiece of her surrender.

A soft, broken whimper was the only sound she made as I slowly, deliberately, reached up and untied the silk blindfold.

Her eyes fluttered open, blinking against the dim light of the room. They were hazy, unfocused, but as they cleared, they locked onto me.

Then, as if drawn by a terrible magnetism, they flickered to the cabinet where I had retrieved the tools of her undoing. Fear, sharp and primal, warred with a dark, undeniable curiosity in their depths. Seeing the instruments gave the sensations a terrifying reality.

"You did well with the blindfold, Dominique," I said, my voice a calm, resonant hum. "But a true submissive doesn’t need to shut out the world. She needs to face it. She needs to see what’s being done to her, and see who is doing it. Understand?"

She could only manage a weak, tearful nod.

"Good," I murmured, walking to the cabinet again. I bypassed the soft, teasing items. My hand closed around the handle of a thin, paddle made of polished dark wood. I showed it to her. Her eyes widened, her breath hitching.

I walked to her side, standing by her exposed, vulnerable ass.

"This is for obedience," I said simply.

I raised the paddle and brought it down. The resultant sound was a sharp, crisp CRACK that echoed in the silent room.

"OH! Ah!" The cry was one of pure shock.

A perfect, red oval immediately bloomed on her pale skin. I watched the muscles in her legs and back tense, her body pulling reflexively against the leather cuffs.

CRACK. I struck her other cheek.

"Ahhh! Fuck!" This time, there was a different note in her voice. The shock was still there, but it was laced with something else. Something dark and complex. I struck her again, in the same spot, right on top of the developing redness.

"A-AH! GOD!" A choked sob.

"You will address me as ’Sir’," I said, my voice low and hard. "Every time you speak. Is that understood?"

Another CRACK. This one was harder.

"YES! YES, SIR!" she screamed, the words torn from her by the impact and the sudden, intense humiliation of the command.

I set a steady, deliberate rhythm, painting her ass with the paddle. The sound of each strike was met with a sharp, pained cry.

Crack!

"Ah!"

Crack!

"Oh, god!"

Crack!

"Please, Sir!"

Her pleas were a jumbled mess of pain and a desperate need for it to stop. But her body told a different story. Her hips, which had been flinching away, were now beginning to lift ever so slightly, a purely subconscious movement to meet the impact.

I stopped. The silence was heavy. Her ass was a beautiful, uniform shade of crimson, hot to the touch.

I placed my palm gently against her marked flesh. The heat was incredible. She sobbed with relief. I began to knead and massage her sore skin, my touch a stark contrast to the sharp sting of the paddle.

My thumbs dug deep into the muscles of her glutes, and her sobs slowly turned into low, guttural moans of pleasure.

"Such a good girl for Sir," I praised. My fingers slid between her legs, finding her dripping wet. I plunged two fingers deep inside her, and she cried out, "Ohhh, yes, Sir!"

I pumped them in and out, my thumb pressing against her clit. Her body, already overloaded, responded instantly. Her inner muscles clenched around my fingers. Just as she was about to cum, I stopped, pulling my fingers away.

"N-no! Please, Sir! PLEASE!" she cried, her voice raw with frustration.

"We’re not finished," I said.

I stepped back and swung the flogger in a figure-eight motion. It didn’t crack. It landed with a deep, resonant thwack-thwack-thwack across her back and the backs of her thighs.

"Mmmmmm..." Her moan was different now. Low. Constant. It was the sound of a woman dissolving into sensation.

"Oh... god..." she moaned, her voice a dreamy whisper.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" she cried out with each sharp, electric tap. Tears were streaming down her face again.

I moved down, tapping the crop against her swollen, sensitive clit. The jolt made her scream, a high, thin sound of pure electric shock. "AIEEEEE!"

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