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Dark Lord in Chains 23
🕑 Added 2021-03-28 18:00:38 +0000 UTCDeciding how to progress with Aria was a tough decision. On the one hand, I wanted to encourage her to make sluttier decision on her own, as the more addicted she got to the lifestyle, the more she would find herself linked to me, not to mention I did want to see her shed her innocent guise and do her best to seduce me for another heated session of sex. On the other hand, it was really tempting to bend her over, lock her with the same chains that kept me imprisoned for weeks, and take her while she moaned obediently.
One of the most difficult questions I had ever faced in my life.
Ultimately, after a long break I took to think while Aria tried to catch her breath, I made a decision, and the former won. It was a difficult decision, though, as the desire to see her rocking on my lap in her will was barely able to beat the desire to repeat the encounter in her bedroom, only in a different environment.
Then, I turned my attention to Aria, still on her knees, with her dress pulled down to her waist, revealing her sexy satin corset. “That was an excellent performance,” I said.
“Thanks,” she murmured, a smile adorning her lips. Despite what she had just done, her smile still retained its innocent nature, though, with their stained and bruised state, they simultaneously managed to awaken the desire for sexiness even more.
This was what they should have done in the first place to torture me. If they showed Aria to me like this, I doubted I could have resisted for long before folding…
When I saw her hands grab her dress like she was about to pull it up, I was quick to stop her. “What are you doing? That was just the first phase of your test,” I reminded her. “You need to show me you retain everything I had taught you.”
“Everything…” she repeated with a gasp, her eyes locked at my shaft, which was midway in returning its peak performance after the earlier release.
“Yes, everything,” I repeated. “And since you have already grabbed your dress, why don’t you get rid of it, it’ll only get in the way later on.”
“But what if someone else comes,” she whispered.
I stood up, leaving my chains behind and caressing her cheek gently, a touch that made her shiver, but still, I was happy to note that she leaned toward my hand rather than flinching away. It was weird just how starved she was too positive attention that despite the rather extreme situation we were in, she was enjoying the intimacy of our touch… Of course, that didn’t have any bearing on what I was planning on next. “Don’t worry, I have upgraded the wards at the entrance, I won’t miss any arrivals,” I said, the implied ‘this time’ ringing in the room before saying anything. The last time, Emma’s arrival had been a rather interesting surprise, though thankfully, she had fucked badly enough so I could turn that into a positive without losing anything.
She nodded hesitantly. I could see in her beautiful blue eyes that she wanted to ask whether I was sure, but ultimately, lacked the will to utter them, even in such a soft position. Instead, she grabbed her dress, and pushed it down, revealing her plump thighs that begged for my fingers to dive, and just like her corset, her surprisingly sexy panties. They were made of red and white satin as well, and also transparent enough to reveal Aria had been shaving regularly in her most intimate area.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmured even as I sat down once again, which earned me blush and a grateful smile. “Now, why don’t you move onto the next part, and show me how well you can put those hips to use.”
“R-right now,” she murmured as she grabbed her tits. “Maybe we could…” she murmured, her words fading away, but what she meant was clear from the way she squeezed her tits together.
“Interesting,” I said, impressed by the fact that she came up with an alternative solution, especially when she said the alternative solution was to employ her breasts, which might be the best I had ever seen or touched —and I was talking from a large, and rather spectacular, comparison base… “Sure, as long as you impress me with a little dance first as you get rid of your top,” I said. After watching the Queen’s spectacular stripping show, I wondered if any of it was genetic.
“R-right now,” she stammered.
“That, or the other thing,” I said with a wide smile, which was all the encouragement she needed to start swaying gently. And just to make things more fun, I started humming the same sensual melody the Queen was undressing while she stood against the crowd of rich guys while she was in her fake identity. It was a beautiful, rhythmic melody.
Aria adapted to the music at a speed that left no doubt that she had been trained extensively in the art of dancing. She lacked the sheer sexiness or the suggestiveness of the Queen, but she was more than making up to that with her clumsy innocence, staggering whenever she did a sexy pose, whether it was leaning forward to enhance her cleavage to the limit, or bending backward to display her plump ass.
However, as she danced, she was slowly getting in the mood, as evidenced by the growing wetness on her panties. “It’s time for you to start dancing on my lap, sweetheart,” I reminded her, inviting her to sit on my naked lap.
She did so, with a hesitation that barely survived a minute, and pressed her plump ass against my crotch —and her back against my chest— and without any additional prompting, started rocking gently, the thin fabric of her satin panties making her touch even softer. “You’re an excellent dancer, sweetie,” I whispered into her ear even as I grabbed her tits over her corset, but at this point of our game, I had no intention of limiting myself to just rubbing her tits over her clothing.
“Get rid of it,” I whispered, interrupting my humming with a low rumble.
“This soon,” she whispered, but despite the panic her voice conveyed, her hips were starting to move quicker.
“Get rid of it,” I repeated quickly, and this time, she was quick to follow my command, her hands entered my field of view, trying to open her own corset. It was an activity that would take a few seconds, and I decided to put my own hands to a better use meanwhile. I grabbed the sides of her panties, and due to their delicate nature, they were ripped in pieces with just one pull, just as she managed to open the hooks of her corset, leaving her practically naked.
“That’s not what you promised,” she gasped as she felt my cock buried between her asscheeks, which once again surprised me. Maybe my treatment was finally teaching her how to say no.
Pity that she was just an elementary student of the art, because, despite her words, her hips stayed where they were, with no attempt to get away. Moreover, they continued to rock, giving a delicious treatment to my imprisoned cock. I was thankful for my earlier climax, as, without it, I doubted I could have lasted long under the sensations generated by her ass. It wasn’t what she had promised earlier, but I had no complaints about being shortchanged.
So, rather than asking her to change positions, I grabbed her tits and pulled her tighter, so that her back smashed against my chest while I dug into her breasts as deep as I wished, her moans echoing in my ears. It was a delicious moment I had no problems extending as much as possible, because it was almost as good as the sex itself. Not completely, but enough that extending the foreplay felt like an opportunity rather than a chore.
That was why I was surprised when she suddenly spoke. “We shouldn’t go further,” she suddenly said without prompting.
“As you wish, Princess,” I readily agreed as I enjoyed the dance of her hips. Surprisingly, the movement range of her hips increased.
Even more surprisingly, she spoke again. “We shouldn’t do more, it’s wrong,” she begged, which once again contrasted with her movements, getting larger and larger.
I was tempted to delve deeper into the discrepancy, and let one of my hands move lower, until I was caressing her wet folds. I slipped a finger, and she accepted it readily, almost sucking it inside. And the resulting moan was spectacular, innocent yet inviting at the same time. The enthusiasm in her moan finally clued me to her little game. As we extended our little foreplay, the pleasure finally overcame her resistance, but she was too innocent to actually ask for more.
It was the perfect opportunity I was waiting for. I slipped two fingers inside her, pumping a few times to make sure she was further along the edge —just as insurance— before I pulled out my fingers, and pressed my lips against her ear. “You know what, Princess, you’re right,” I said, which finally did the trick, and she stiffened in shock. “If you’re not feeling ready, you can stand up, dress, and leave the room without a punishment. What do you say?”
She was facing the other way, but it didn’t take a genius to imagine her expression without looking, an expression of utter shock, her innocence marred by her arousal… “But-” she gasped in shock, but failed to continue.
“No buts,” I whispered as I let my arms fall to the side, leaving the contact to her initiative. “You have two options. You can just stand up and leave, or you can move your hips a bit and skewer yourself with my shaft to further your training. Your choice.”
I wasn’t surprised when she froze for almost a minute as she was beset by her complicated thoughts. However, I was surprised when rather than moving her hips a bit and taking my shaft inside, she stood up.
Fuck, I thought, shocked by her action. I was so sure that her surrender was guaranteed. I froze, measuring the relative merits of pushing her against the wall and tease her until she begged to be fucked, or letting her go so that she would be even hornier the next time…
Then, she surprised me again by turning to face me rather than reaching for her dress, her blue eyes locked to mine, deliciously shiny, which was almost as impressive as the full-frontal view of her naked body, with her perfect tits and her invitingly wet slit and everything else. “This is just for training, right? Nothing else?" she asked anxiously, begging for me not to get rid of her last excuse.
I was struck with a rare moment of mercy as I examined her body. “Of course, sweetie,” I whispered. “This is just for training… You’re doing nothing wrong. It’s for you to become the best possible bride you can.”
“T-thanks,” she whispered as she sat on my lap once more, but with two critical differences. First, this time she was facing toward me. Second, and more importantly, she aligned herself so that when she sat down, her entrance was aligned perfectly for me to slide inside her wetness, my grunt of satisfaction mixing with her gasp of pleasure.
“Now, show me how well you learned,” I whispered, and grabbed her hands, only to bring them to my neck, giving her the perfect leverage to cut loose.
She started slow, pushing her hips down slowly until she barely took a third of my shaft, before she pulled out even slower, leaving me to gasp in anticipation. “It’s an excellent start,” I whispered as I grabbed her breasts, squeezing them as gently as she was riding me. I avoided touching her hips, because I wasn’t sure I could resist the temptation of setting the pace. No, since it came to this point, I wanted her to take the lead in all aspects, including setting the pace.
Then, without a warning, she suddenly plunged down, enveloping most of my length, her wet tightness overwhelming. “Fuck, you're tight!" I gasped.
Aria didn’t say anything, just moaned as her hips quickened. A more surprising fact was that her eyes were locked to mine, as I would have expected her to keep her eyes closed in an effort to deny what was going on. It was a pleasant surprise, though.
Since she was already close to the edge, it wasn’t a surprise for her moans to rose unbidden while the movement of her hips continued to quicken, until the sound of our flesh colliding mixed in the room. Finding happiness in small things was the secret to happiness, and I was the best example of it. Another dark lord would have probably preferred to kill himself to prevent his capture, or if not, would have escaped at the first opportunity to restart the struggle. I was more than happy to wait for the perfect opportunity, while sharing the dubious companionship of an innocent princess instead…
A grin invaded my face as my shaft repeatedly invaded Aria’s depths, while her pacing slowly gained a frantic aspect. And the speed was working excellently to bring me toward a climax. Unfortunately, Aria arrived at her destination much quicker than I did, so even her sudden tightness was unable to trigger my climax. “Don’t you dare to stop!” I whispered into her ear even as I twisted her nipples, waking her from her trance with a jolt of pain. Her hips reacted quicker than she did, moving automatically as her gorgeous hips tightened around me…
Her riding turned into a frantic bouncing. “Are you satisfied with my training methods?” I suddenly asked her.
“Yes,” came the reply immediately, accompanied by an earth-shattering cry, the combination of the pleasure she was feeling and the feeling of control successfully suppressing her shyness. No doubt temporarily, but made the moment only hotter… I didn’t say anything else, letting her focus on the task of bringing me to a climax.
“I’m almost here,” I whispered. It took two seconds for her to process my words under the rush of pleasure, and she was late by a moment, as just as a tinge of panic entered her eyes, I was spurting my first load into her. She tried to raise herself, only for my hands to clamp on her plump ass, preventing her escape. “Too late,” I whispered.
Under my hold, she abandoned her escape attempt quickly, instead of closing her eyes to focus on the sensation of being filled…
She leaned against my chest, trying to catch her breath, while I whispered. “Excellent work, my dear student,” I whispered. “I couldn’t wait for our next class.”
She said nothing, but her lack of reaction while my cock was inside her, still throbbing, while I promised a repeat, was telling enough…
