Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 20

Chapter 20: Her Tongue and Mouth 1(R-18)

Madison’s hand slid down my stomach in slow motion, like she was conducting some kind of scientific expedition across uncharted territory. Each touch set off tiny explosions under my skin that would have made Fourth of July fireworks look like a fucking tea light.

She treated this like a National Geographic documentary: ’Here we observe the virgin nerd in his natural habitat, about to be absolutely destroyed by a trust fund princess,’ I thought as she reached the waistband of my jeans.

When she reached my jeans, she paused—eyes locked on mine with the intensity of someone about to discover whether Atlantis was real.

"You know I’ve been dying to see what you’re packing," she said, voice low and full of curiosity mixed with something that sounded dangerously like predatory hunger.

Great, so this really was just a fact-finding mission. Madison Torres: Sexual Mythbuster, I realized, but my brain short-circuited when she popped the button open.

The zipper came down with sounds that seemed impossibly loud in the quiet room, each tooth separating like it was announcing the main event at Madison Square Garden. I swore the zipper sounded like it was providing commentary for my lower half’s debut performance.

But she didn’t go straight for the main attraction like some kind of amateur.

Her hand hovered just above the waistband of my boxers, and she smirked with the confidence of someone who had done this enough times to have a fucking technique. "So, this is the last layer, huh?" she whispered like she was unwrapping the world’s most interesting Christmas present. "Let’s see what all the hype’s about."

She palmed me through the fabric first—just her hand pressing lightly—and I flinched like I’d been electrocuted. Not from pain, but from how good it felt when an actual human being who wasn’t me touched my dick. Her touch was soft but sure, and my body reacted before my brain could catch up to the fact that this was actually happening.

Madison froze like someone had just paused her Netflix show.

"...Holy shit," she breathed, staring down like she just discovered buried treasure or stumbled onto the secret to cold fusion. Her hand cupped me again, firmer this time, like she was conducting quality control. "You’re... still growing?"

Her voice cracked on the last word like she was going through puberty in reverse.

She sounded genuinely shocked. Madison Torres, who probably had more experience than a porn star’s stunt double, was actually surprised by my equipment, I thought, feeling a surge of pride that could probably power a small city.

I didn’t answer—I literally couldn’t. My brain had officially clocked out for the day, and my entire nervous system was operating like a live electrical wire that someone dropped in a bathtub.

She pulled her hand back slowly and just stared like she was witnessing a medical miracle. "That’s not a dick," she said with the reverence of someone discovering a new species. "That’s a goddamn mythical creature."

I almost choked on my own saliva because Madison just compared my junk to a fucking unicorn. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

She gulped. Actually, gulped like she was in a cartoon. I watched her throat bob like she was trying to swallow her own disbelief.

Madison—the same girl who once told Jack Morrison to ’try again when your DICK’s bigger than your ego’—was currently staring at mine like it just rewrote her entire understanding of male anatomy, I thought, trying not to pass out from the absurdity of this situation.

"You weren’t lying," she murmured, eyes wide like she was watching aliens land in her backyard and offer her a ride to Jupiter. "You really weren’t fucking lying."

Her fingers twitched like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to touch it or start a religion worshipping it.

She leaned in close, her breath brushing against me even through the boxers, and it felt like warm electricity. "How the hell did you hide this monster in those baggy-ass jeans? What are you, a magician?"

I let out a shaky laugh that sounded more like a dying animal. "Monster? Really?"

She nodded with the solemnity of someone delivering a medical diagnosis. "You don’t name something like this. You give it its own ZIP code and maybe a small government subsidy."

"You’ve been hiding this?" she said with the outrage of someone who just discovered a conspiracy. "In fucking classes? That’s like hiding the Hope Diamond in a cereal box."

Her hand moved—slow strokes, exploratory, like she was fact-checking whether physics still applied to my situation. My back arched into her touch, and I didn’t even try to stop the moan that escaped, because apparently I’d lost all control over my vocal cords along with my dignity.

"This is not fair," she muttered, shaking her head like she was genuinely offended by the injustice of it all. "You should’ve had groupies since ninth grade. There should be a fucking fan club."

She sounded personally insulted that I hadn’t been properly worshipped by the female population of Lincoln High, I thought as she leaned down, licking her lips like she was about to attempt something that should probably require safety equipment.

For a split second, I thought she was going to crack another joke, maybe rate my performance on a scale of one to "holy shit."

But she didn’t.

She moved—

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A/N: You may have noticed Peter mentally repeating "Madison Torres" throughout these scenes—and that’s not just for dramatic flair. It’s intentional.

This is his first time. Not just physically, but emotionally, psychologically—all of it. And it’s happening with a girl he never dreamed he’d even speak to, let alone sleep with. So repeating her name in his head is Peter’s way of grounding himself in something real during a moment that feels unreal. It’s his attempt to hold onto the truth that yes, it’s actually happening—with her. With Madison Torres.

The repetition is awe, disbelief, and reverence all tangled together. It’s the kind of moment that burns itself into your memory, and for Peter, her name is the flame.