Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 1033: Dominique and Catherine (r-18)

"No," Catherine declared, her voice a low thrumming with suppressed desire. "We have something even more exquisite."

They advanced upon him, a strategic pincer with Catherine to his left and Dominique to his right, their hands reaching him simultaneously. Catherine’s fingers encircled his arm with a proprietary grip, while Dominique’s palm, warm and firm, settled against his chest, guiding him backward with deliberate elegance.

His legs met the cool edge of the mahogany desk, and a slow, knowing grin stretched across his face as they positioned him against its surface.

The memory struck him instantly—a vivid recall of the very desk that had once been the stage for his and Catherine’s first true surrender to one another.

He remembered how an assessment, after undoing Dominique, had dissolved into unrestrained passion. Her back had arched against the polished wood, papers scattering like fallen leaves, her legs clamped tightly around his waist as the heavy desk groaned beneath their fervent movements, her cries of his name echoing in a voice that still haunted his dreams.

Catherine’s hand ascended to his face. Her thumb swept along the line of his jaw with a tenderness that ached, a familiarity he cherished. Her fingers brushed his cheekbone as her gaze swept the room, a silent conversation passing between them. No words were necessary.

The memory hung, palpable and potent, in the air that separated them.

This was the very place that had irrevocably altered her existence.

She now possessed a family far richer than before, a stark contrast to the solitary bond she'd shared only with her sister, Madison. Now, women had claimed her, stood as her fierce defenders when needed, and resolutely refused to let her fade. Her business thrived, its success amplified exponentially after those strategic advertisements. Opportunities materialized effortlessly, doors opening without a hint of struggle, and she knew precisely who had orchestrated this silent, impactful support.

She drew him nearer, her arms encircling his neck, her forehead resting against his chin as her body yielded, melting into his, her soft contours conforming perfectly against his solid frame.

She drew back just enough to meet his gaze, her eyes shimmering with unshed emotion before she blinked it away. Then, she kissed him. It began slowly, then deepened, a claiming kiss fueled by a hunger she had held captive—a kiss that tasted of profound gratitude, burning desire, and all the sentiments she couldn't articulate.

Dominique’s hands moved with unhurried authority to his belt.

Peter spoke, his voice already growing husky, "You do realize your sisters are waiting downstairs, correct?"

Both women offered the same knowing, predatory smile, gracing two distinct faces.

"They've had you for days now," Catherine murmured.

Dominique concluded, her tone leaving no space for negotiation.

Dominique’s fingers worked his belt buckle with practiced finesse, unfastened the button, and lowered the zipper in a single, fluid motion.

Her fingers slipped beneath the waistband and pulled his pants down his thighs.

Dominique

"No boxers, I see?" Dominique breathed, her eyes wide with a soft, disbelieving laugh escaping her. "I can scarcely believe you actually heeded Isabella’s counsel."

"That woman... she is exceptionally persuasive."

"She always is."

His cock lay heavy between them—a thick, half-erect rod already responding to their proximity.

It visibly hardened beneath their heated gazes, swelling to a more formidable thickness, veins rising prominently along the shaft as the smooth, rounded head emerged fully, deepening in color with arousal. A single, clear bead of precum welled at the tip, catching the office light... a stark indicator of his burgeoning arousal for them.

Dominique’s eyes darkened with undisguised hunger. She leaned in with deliberate slowness, pressing the tip of her nose to the base of his cock, precisely where it met his balls.

She inhaled deeply, savoring his unique scent, then trailed her face upward along its entire length—her nose meticulously tracing the thick, pulsing vein from its root to its very tip.

A low, involuntary groan vibrated against his skin, the sound resonating deep within his cock and spreading into his very core.

Catherine observed, her dark, possessive gaze fixed upon him, her fingers drifting down his chest as Dominique’s warm breath ghosted over his now fully engorged length.

Peter’s erection stood proud and heavy, thick veins throbbing palpably, the broad head flushed a deep hue and glistening at its apex. Both women stared at it with an open, unashamed yearning—two formidable women who had decreed that this night belonged solely to them.

Catherine whispered, her lips brushing with reverence along the sensitive underside of the thick, heavy cockhead.

A thin, glistening trail of precum smeared across her lower lip as she spoke, imbuing it with an obscene sheen. "I've missed the scent... missed the taste in my mouth, Peter... missed knowing exactly what this vein-ridged monster does to me."

Catherine gracefully lowered herself to her knees beside him, Dominique following suit.

Peter drew in a sharp, cold breath at this development.

Two powerful, refined women now knelt on the polished hardwood floor of an office that had served as the crucible for empires and the site for sealing multi-million dollar deals. Catherine, with her newly shorn, sleek hair, an elegant choker adorning her neck, and dark lips hovering mere inches from his cock.

Dominique, clad in pristine white satin and adorned with gold at her throat, let her long braid trail over one shoulder like a silken rope. Both women held his cock—Catherine’s fingers possessively encircling the sturdy, pulsing base, while Dominique’s hand moved higher on the substantial shaft—their grips overlapping, sharing the enormous fullness of his fully hardened cock as it grew even thicker and hotter.

His erection stood rigid and straining between them, so thick that neither woman’s fingers could completely encompass it.

Along its entire length, the wide, crimson head glistened darkly, already slick with precum.

These were not inexperienced maidens discovering their desires. They were mature, accomplished women who had lived, forged successful careers, and navigated decades of power and complexity. Yet, here they were, willingly kneeling, because they had made this choice.

Because he had rightfully earned their complete surrender.

Dominique initiated the act.

Her mature tongue emerged—broad, warm, and glistening with both desire and anticipation—before she pressed it fully against the underside of the head, dragging it slowly downward in a single, deliberate, filthy stroke.

She gathered the drop of precum and spread it along the entire length of his cock in a slick, gleaming path, her experienced tongue tracing every prominent vein. Peter’s hands clenched the edge of the mahogany desk so forcefully that the wood groaned under his grip, his head falling back with a low, guttural sound.

She smiled, as if sensing his thoughts, and pulled back just enough to speak, her lips still brushing against him, a thin strand of saliva and precum stretching between her lower lip and the swollen head.

"You don't typically receive proper adoration, do you?" she murmured, her voice husky and rich with experience. "Even during orgies... everyone is too preoccupied with riding you or getting fucked that no one ever just stops and—"

Her mouth opened vastly, lips stretching obscenely around his full circumference, and she took the thick head within.

Her cheeks indented as she sucked intensely, the powerful suction drawing directly from his testicles. The moist heat of her mature mouth completely enveloped him.

"—adores it the way it deserves," she finished, her words muffled and wet around his cock.

The deep resonance of her voice vibrated straight down his shaft, making his knees feel as though they might buckle.

"She speaks the truth," Catherine stated softly. Her hand tightened at the base, twisting with a slow, firm motion like a corkscrew, drawing the skin up and down in perfect time with Dominique’s mouth.

She leaned forward, pressing her dark, full lips to the other side of the shaft, kissing it reverently once, then again, before tracing her warm, experienced tongue along the thick, pulsing vein in a slow, wet drag that met Dominique’s lips at the head.

"We are here for you tonight," Catherine whispered against his skin, her breath warm.

Their eyes met—spit-slicked lips mere inches apart with his cock between them—and something unspoken passed between the two women.

A shared decision. A mutual, fervent devotion.

Then, their restraint vanished.

Dominique sank lower, taking him in. Inch by thick inch, he disappeared into her mouth. Her jaw unhinged, her experienced throat widening as his massive cock pressed against the back of her palate.