As the flogger continues its work, Dominic brings the vibrator to life. The low hum fills the room seconds before he presses it against me through the thin fabric still covering me. The dual sensations—sharp sting across my skin and insistent pleasure between my legs—create a confusing storm of feelings I can’t process.
My legs begin to tremble. I’m determined not to fall, not to give them the satisfaction. But as Dominic increases both the intensity of the vibrator and the force of the flogger, my resolve weakens. My knees buckle once, twice, and then I’m sinking down despite my best efforts.
“Look at that,” Dominic says. “The mighty fall.”
As my knees hit the floor along with the vibrator discarded and buzzing nearby, Dominic is already unzipping his pants.He’s large—intimidatingly so—and before I can protest, he grips my hair and guides himself into my mouth.
“That’s it,” he groans. “Put that sharp tongue to better use.”
To my horror, I hear more zippers. From the corner of my eye, I see Ryder and Liam exposing themselves, both equally impressive in size and already fully hard.
My mind reels with contradictions as Dominic’s grip tightens in my hair. I should be fighting, should be terrified, and I am, but there’s something else happening that I can’t explain. Something I don’t want to admit.
The pressure of his cock against my throat, the complete surrender of control... it feels almost therapeutic. For my entire life, I’ve been on edge, walking on eggshells, perfectly poised as the mayor’s daughter. Always in control because losing it meant facing my father’s wrath.
But here, on my knees, there are no decisions to make. No expectations to meet. Just surrender.
I stop resisting and relax my throat, allowing Dominic to push deeper. My eyes water as I gag around his thickness, but I don’t pull away.
“Fuck, look at her taking it,” Dominic growls, his voice strained with pleasure. “Such a good little throat for Daddy to fuck.”
I should hate his words, but they send an electric current straight through me.
“The mayor’s perfect princess, on her knees choking on cock,” Liam says, stroking himself as he watches. “Who would’ve thought?”
Ryder steps closer, his hand joining Dominic’s in my hair. “Think she can handle all of us?”
“Why don’t we find out?” Dominic says, slowly withdrawing from my mouth. He tilts my face up, thumb brushing over myswollen lips. “What do you say, baby girl? Ready to show these gentlemen what that pretty mouth can do?”
I’m breathing hard, my lips wet and parted. I should be disgusted. Should be fighting. Instead, I feel dizzy with a dark kind of freedom I’ve never experienced before.
“She’s fucking dripping for it,” Ryder observes, noticing how my thighs press together. “Look at her.”
“That’s because good girls like her are always the filthiest,” Dominic says, his eyes never leaving mine. “Aren’t you, Cora?”
My mind is a battlefield of warring impulses. Disgust and arousal clash with every heartbeat. I should be fighting them, screaming, anything but this—this maddening, inexplicable hunger consuming me from within.
When Dominic’s hand tightens in my hair again, a word rises unbidden in my mind:Daddy. The word he just said. The thought of calling him Daddy leaves me breathless. What’s wrong with me? How can I want to call him that after what my own father has done?
Yet it feels right in a way I can’t explain—this primal surrender to a man strong enough to break me but choosing instead to unravel me piece by piece.
Suddenly, Ryder takes his place, his cock sliding between my lips. He’s gentler than Dominic but no less commanding.
“Look at those pretty eyes,” he murmurs, thumbs wiping tears from my cheeks. “All wide and innocent while you suck cock like you were born for it.”
I should hate his words. Instead, I moan around him, my body betraying me completely.
“She’s fucking loving this,” Liam observes from somewhere beside me. “Mayor Pike would have a stroke if he could see his daughter now.”
The mention of my father should repulse me, but there’s something darkly satisfying about this rebellion. For once in mylife, I’m doing exactly what I want, consequences be damned. I want to hurt him too, and if this is the way to do it, then good.
When Ryder pulls away, Liam replaces him immediately, his taste different but equally intoxicating. His technique is more controlled.
“Good girl,” he praises when I take him deeper. “That’s it.”
My hands, free now with no one restraining them, should be pushing them away. Instead, one drifts between my legs, finding embarrassing wetness there. I’m touching myself while three strangers use my mouth, and the realization sends another flood of arousal through me.
I moan shamelessly around Liam’s thickness, my fingers working faster against my clit.
