Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs - Chapter 553

Chapter 553: Rebecca’s Fetish (R-18)
Before she could even catch her breath, I was already moving. I rolled us, pinning her beneath me without ever pulling out. My cock, soaked and still throbbing, was a hot, heavy anchor buried in her spasming cunt, stretching her walls so wide she felt every vein pulsing inside her.

I began to fuck her again. Not slow. Not gentle. A series of short, brutal, deep-thrusting jabs that immediately stole the air from her lungs.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” The sharp, rhythmic cries were torn from her with every punishing slam of my hips, her tits bouncing wildly, nipples hard as diamonds scraping my chest. Her hands scrabbled for purchase on the slick sheets, her body already overwhelmed, already on the edge again.

My hands roamed her sweat-slick body, gripping the heavy globes of her ass. My fingers dug into the soft, trembling flesh, spreading her ass cheeks wide open, exposing her completely to the cool air and my hungry gaze.

My thumb skimmed the tight, sensitive crease, a deliberate, possessive touch.

“Ah!” This time the sound was different. Sharper. Shocked. I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock like a vise, a frantic, wet spasm of surprise, her slick gushing around my shaft in a fresh flood.

I didn’t stop my rhythm. If anything, I fucked her harder.

“What was that?” I growled, my voice a low snarl against her ear. “Your body just sang for me, Rebecca. What did it sing?”

“I… it’s… nothing,” she stammered, her face burning with a blush I could feel even in the dim light. Each word was punctuated by a gut-wrenching thrust that made her tits jolt and her cunt flutter.

“It’s not nothing,” I countered. I slowed my pace, but deepened it, grinding into her with a circular motion that made my cock press against every slick wall of her sex. My thumb pressed firmly against the tight, furled rosebud of her ass, a direct, unyielding claim, circling the puckered ring slowly.

“Oh, god! Eros!” she cried out, her hips bucking, her body confused, overwhelmed, and utterly aroused. Her back arched, pushing her breasts against my chest. The sensation was too much, too intense, too good.

“Here?” I growled, pressing my thumb in infinitesimally, a promise of what was to come. Her whole body trembled, her asshole fluttering under the pressure, her cunt squeezing me so hard I saw stars.

“YES! THERE!” she sobbed, overwhelmed. “Please… don’t stop…”

“I have no intention of stopping,” I promised, my relentless grinding making it impossible for her to think. “But I want to know your secrets. I want to know why this makes your greedy cunt gush all over my cock.”

She took a deep, shuddering breath, the admission torn from her by a particularly deep thrust that hit her cervix. “I have this… this weird thing,” she finally blurted out, her voice a horrified, breathless whisper. “A fetish.”

I smiled against her temple, my hips maintaining a devastating, soul-shattering rhythm. “There is nothing weird about what you desire, goddess. Tell me.”

She was panting now, her body a live wire of pleasure and shame. “I’ve… I’ve always wondered… ah!…” A sharp cry as I slammed into her. “…what it would feel like… back there. No one’s ever… I’ve been too scared… fuck!…”

I answered by pulling out almost completely, then driving back in, one long, powerful stroke that made her eyes roll back in her head.

“Ask me,” I commanded, my voice thick with lust.

Her eyes snapped to mine, wide and pleading. “Would you… would you want to… touch me there? With your… your tongue?”

“Fuck yes,” I smiled, the image so potent it made my cock swell inside her. I began to fuck her in earnest again, a savage, claiming rhythm. “I would worship your asshole with my tongue. I would make it mine. I’d lick that tight little hole until you’re begging me to fuck it.”

Her eyes widened, and I felt a fresh gush of hot slickness coat my cock. But there was more. A final, desperate confession.

“More…” she whimpered. Her hands flew to my ass, pulling me into her, trying to get me even deeper. “I want… I’ve read about it… oh, god, don’t stop…”

I was pounding into her now, the bed slamming against the wall, the wet, obscene sounds of our bodies a percussive, frantic beat.

“Tell me,” I demanded, my own release a burning, imminent fire.

She squeezed her eyes shut, the words ripped from her in a sob of pure mortified need. “I want you to… to train my asshole. I want you to make it so you can fuck me there. So I can take all of you… your big, thick cock… RIGHT THERE!”

The world shattered.

Her confession was a chemical explosion. I drove into her one last time, a brutal, primal thrust that buried me to the hilt.

I roared as I came, a torrent of hot, thick seed flooding her, marking her, claiming her, pulse after pulse of cum painting her walls white. Her orgasm crashed over her at the same time, a convulsive, soul-shattering wave that made her scream, her nails raking down my back, drawing blood.

Her pussy clamped down on me, milking every last drop from my body as her most secret, shameful desire was finally spoken aloud, her cunt gushing around my cock in a fresh, creamy flood.

The raw, innocent vulnerability of her request, paired with the filthy act she was describing, was intoxicating.

I stopped moving and grabbed her chin. Her eyes were swimming with tears of shame and desperate, hopeful lust.

“Listen to me,” I said, my voice firm and absolute, thumb stroking the wet streak on her cheek. “That is not a weird fetish. That is the most beautiful, honest desire I’ve ever heard. And we are going to explore every single filthy inch of it until you’re begging me to stop… and then begging me not to.”

I kissed her, a deep, possessive kiss that sealed my promise, tongue sliding against hers, tasting salt and sex and surrender.

“We’ll start tonight,” I murmured against her swollen lips, biting the lower one just hard enough to make her gasp. “And I will train that perfect, virgin asshole to take every inch of my cock until you come just from feeling me stretch you open back there.”

A sob of pure, unadulterated relief tore from her throat, her whole body shuddering with the force of it.

And as I began to fuck her again, harder this time, feeding on the electric energy of her shocking, beautiful confession, I knew I had just unlocked the final, most sacred chamber of the goddess I had awoken.

But first, I had to prepare the altar.

“Don’t move,” I commanded, voice a low, dangerous growl that made her freeze instantly. I slowly, regretfully, pulled out of her. The wet, obscene sound of my cock leaving her soaked cunt echoed in the room, followed by a thick rush of our mixed cum spilling out of her gaping pussy and running down her thighs in slow, creamy rivulets.

A protesting whimper escaped her lips, needy and broken.

I knelt between her legs, my cock still rigid and gleaming with her slickness, angry-red and pulsing.

My fingers slid down, scooping up the thick, warm mixture of our cum that was already leaking from her swollen, well-fucked hole. I brought them to my mouth, sucking them clean with a filthy groan, eyes locked on hers.

“We won’t be needing any artificial lubricant,” I said, voice dark with intent, “because your greedy little cunt just gave me the perfect lube—my cum mixed with yours, still dripping out.”

She whimpered again, thighs trembling, watching me with wide, glazed eyes.

I crossed the room to a sleek, mahogany cabinet against the wall. It opened with a soft click, revealing not drawers, but a velvet-lined collection of toys, arranged by size and function, every piece gleaming under the low light.

I selected the smallest one, a silicone training plug, no bigger than my thumb, smooth and tapered, with a flared base and a wicked little curve designed to press exactly where it would drive her insane.

Perfect for a first-timer.

Perfect for breaking her in.

I returned to the bed, letting her see it, letting her eyes fix on the toy that was about to claim a part of her no one ever had.

She swallowed hard, lips parted, chest heaving.

“On your hands and knees, Rebecca,” I said softly, voice laced with dark honey. “Ass up. Present that virgin hole to me like the good girl you’re about to become.”

She obeyed instantly, trembling, rolling onto her stomach and pushing up onto all fours. Her back arched, offering her ass like a sacrifice, knees spreading wide, her pussy still gaping and dripping our cum onto the sheets beneath her, her tight, pink asshole winking in the dim light, untouched, untouched, untouched.

I knelt behind her, drinking in the sight.

Her gorgeous, mature body trembling with anticipation and fear, thighs slick with our release, cunt swollen and flushed from being fucked raw, and that perfect, untouched rosebud waiting for me.

I leaned forward, letting my breath ghost over her exposed skin.

“Look at you,” I murmured, voice reverent and filthy all at once. “Offering me the last piece of you no one’s ever had. You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are right now.”

She whimpered, pushing back the tiniest fraction, already begging without words.

I smiled.

And the training began.