“Open your mouth,” I demand, gripping her jaw with bruising force.
She clamps her lips shut, glaring up at me with pure fire. I squeeze harder, thumb pressing into the hinge of her jaw until she gasps in pain. The moment her lips part, I thrust forward, breaching her mouth in one rough movement.
“Fuck,” I groan as her mouth envelops me. She gags immediately, trying to pull back, but Dom’s hand on the back of her head prevents her retreat.
“Take it all,” Dom orders, forcing her head down until my cock hits the back of her throat.
Her eyes water as she chokes around my length, her throat contracting deliciously. I establish a ruthless pace, fucking her throat while she struggles to breathe.
Behind her, Liam releases her pinned arms and reaches for the plug and lube from the duffel bag. “Hold her still,” he instructs.
Liam kneels behind Cora, coating the plug with a generous amount of lube. I maintain my grip on her hair, keeping her impaled on my cock as he positions the toy against her puckered entrance.
“Ready for this, princess?” Liam asks.
Cora tries to scream around my cock, the vibrations sending shivers up my spine. Her eyes, still defiant despite the tears gathering at the corners, lock with mine through the skull mask.
Liam begins pushing the plug in slowly. I feel the exact moment it breaches her tight ring—her jaw goes slack, and she makes a guttural growling sound around my length, the vibration intense enough to make me groan.
“That’s it,” Dom encourages from beside us, his hand stroking his cock as he watches. “Plug her ass.”
Liam continues pushing the plug deeper, and Cora’s growls grow louder, more primal. Her body trembles, fighting less now as sensation overwhelms resistance. The plug slides in completely, and her entire body shudders.
I pull my cock from her mouth with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting us briefly before breaking. Her lips are swollen, face flushed with exertion and arousal. Without warning, I deliver a light slap to her cheek to remind her who’s in control.
“You like that, don’t you?” I growl, gripping her chin to force her eyes to mine. “Getting your mouth fucked by a stranger while we fuck your ass.”
Her chest heaves with rapid breaths, nipples hard and peaked. Despite her continued glare, her pupils are blown wide with desire.
Cora’s eyes flash with defiance even as she responds to everything that we’re doing to her. The weight of the mask on my face, the slight restriction to my breathing, the way she’s fighting against us—it’s so different from our usual dynamic, and fuck if it isn’t the hottest thing we’ve done yet.
This isn’t just about sex. It’s about Cora reclaiming the power her father took from her all those years. The choice to surrender instead of being forced.
Dom looks fucking magnificent as he manhandles her. And Liam—Jesus, the ice in his voice when he speaks to her through that mask makes my cock throb. They’re both so perfectly in character, giving Cora exactly what she asked for without holding back.
And Cora herself—the way she’s fighting us tooth and nail while her cunt drips and tells us how much she wants this—it’s intoxicating. I can’t wait for the moment when she stops fighting and starts begging. When resistance gives way to surrender on her terms.
I’ve been with a lot of women, but nothing compares to this—to her. To us. The four of us together have created a dynamic that transcends simple pleasure and ventures into territory that feels almost spiritual in its intensity.
45
CORA
The sting of Ryder’s slap lingers on my cheek, igniting a fire that spreads through my entire body. My lips feel swollen from his rough use of my mouth. Part of me wants to keep fighting—to maintain the illusion that I’m not enjoying this—but I’m so turned on it’s insane.
“You’re going to take something bigger now,” Liam whispers against my ear, his voice barely recognizable through the mask. He twists the plug, pulling it almost completely out before pushing it back in with a cruel deliberateness that makes my knees weak.
I try to spit curses at him, but Dom captures my face, holding me still as Ryder watches with dark hunger in his eyes. The sight of all three of them wearing those masks again should terrify me—instead, it sends a rush of arousal between my legs.
“Fucking get off me,” I growl, trying to maintain my role.
Liam removes the plug completely, and before I can process the emptiness, I feel a much larger dildo pressing against me. The stretch is incredible, bordering on painful, but my body yields to him as he pushes forward relentlessly.
“Christ, you’re tight,” Liam hisses, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.
I scream—partly in character, partly from genuine sensation. The weight of his body on mine, the fullness as he works his way deeper, the restriction of Dom’s hands holding my wrists—it’s too much and not enough all at once.
“Stop fighting it,” Dom commands, his voice rough with arousal. “We all know you want this.”
