Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 466

Chapter 466: BDSM/ Catherine (R-18)

Her body was a limp, trembling canvas, painted with the flush of her surrender and the sharp, red marks of her paddle. The air was thick with the scent of her arousal, sweat, and the lingering tang of fear. I stood before her, a predator admiring his catch, her limbs still bound to the frame, her eyes unfocused and dazed.

She thought the evaluation was over.

How cute~

"Did you think we were finished?" I asked, my voice a low, dangerous purr.

She flinched, her eyes slowly focusing on me. The fear in them was immediate. "Please... Master... I... I can’t..."

"Oh, you can," I smiled, a dark, promising thing. "And you will. We’ve played with your body, Dominique. Now, we play with your mind. We play with your very soul."

I walked to the foot of the frame, kneeling between her spread legs. Her eyes widened, her breath hitching in panicked anticipation. I didn’t touch her with my hands. I just leaned forward and blew a soft, deliberate stream of air across her slick, swollen folds.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Sharp, desperate little gasps. Her hips lifted, a blatant, mindless offering.

"So responsive," I murmured in praise. "Such a needy little pussy." I let the tip of my tongue flick out, just barely tasting her. Her entire body jerked as if struck by lightning.

"Oh! MERDE!"

I did it again, a long, slow, deliberate lap from her entrance to her clit. Her hips bucked wildly.

"Please... please, Master..." she whined, the sound pathetic and beautiful.

"Please what?" I mused, tracing her folds with a single finger, her arousal coating my digit. "Please stop? Or please don’t you dare stop?"

"Please... don’t stop..."

I chuckled, a low, dirty sound. "I’m not stopping." I leaned in and began to eat her in earnest. My Tongue was a weapon of mass destruction, my eyes showing me every single glowing nerve, telling me exactly where to press, where to flick, where to suck.

I drove two fingers inside her, curling them to press against that rough, sensitive spot on her front wall. My touch made every swirl of my tongue, every thrust of my fingers feel like a bolt of pure, condensed ecstasy.

Her body instantly went rigid. Her moans became constant, high-pitched and frantic. "Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah! Yes! There! Oh god, right there, Master!"

I could feel her inner muscles beginning to tighten, that tell-tale flutter signaling the onset of her climax. She was right there, balanced on the knife’s edge.

"Stop," I commanded.

I pulled my mouth and fingers away at the exact same second. The effect was like slamming a door on paradise. Her body convulsed in mid-air, a sheen of sweat on her skin, a choked-off sob of pure, agonizing denial tearing from her throat.

"N-NO! PLEASE! MASTER, WHY?!" she screamed, thrashing against the cuffs in a sudden, violent burst of energy.

"That was a good girl," I said calmly, ignoring her hysterics as I stood up. "You almost came without permission. Such a good, obedient girl for not cumming."

"But I need to! PLEASE!" she wailed.

"And you will," I promised, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "When I say so. Not a second before." I picked up the feather. "But you see, I enjoy watching you need. I enjoy watching this desperate, hungry little slut squirm." The degradation was a physical blow. She flinched as if I’d struck her.

I began the cycle again. The feather on her clit, teasing, tormenting. My fingers inside her, building the pressure. My voice in her ear, telling her how beautiful she looked when she was suffering, how good she would feel when she was finally allowed to explode. I brought her to the edge three more times.

Each time, her begging became more desperate, more incoherent. Each denial was more devastating. She was a mess of tears, slobber, and sweat, a mindless, writhing creature of pure need.

"Please, Master, let me cum..." she sobbed.

"Look at me," I commanded. She struggled, but her tear-filled eyes found mine. "Tell me you don’t want it. Tell me you want to be a good girl and hold it for me. Beg me not to let you cum."

A raw, tearing scream was ripped from her lungs as her entire body arched into a violent, convulsing seizure. Her pussy clamped down like a vise, and she didn’t just gush; she erupted.

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