“Look at our girl,” Dominic growls, watching me pleasure myself. “Playing with that pretty pussy while she swallows cock.”
While Liam fills my mouth, I feel hands on my body—Dominic and Ryder circling me like hungry sharks. Their touch alternates between gentle caresses and sharp pinches, particularly on my nipples. I gasp around Liam’s length when Dominic twists one nipple between his fingers, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain straight to my core.
“Look at how responsive she is,” Ryder murmurs, his voice thick with appreciation as he mirrors Dominic’s action on my other breast.
Dominic’s fingers trace my spine, each vertebra a stepping stone down to the curve of my ass. “Tell me something, baby girl,” he says, leaning close to my ear. “Have you ever been dominated by a real man before?”
The question hangs in the air, heavy with implication. I think about my past experiences—fumbling college boyfriends who were more concerned with their own pleasure than mine, trust fund boys who treated me like a conquest rather than a partner. Not even one had ever made me come. Not once.
With Liam still thrusting shallowly between my lips, I manage to shake my head, the movement subtle but unmistakable.
“I thought so,” Dominic says, satisfaction evident in his tone. “Daddy’s little girl has been with boys, not men.”
I’m so wet it’s embarrassing, my thighs slick with evidence of my arousal.
Liam notices my response and slowly withdraws from my mouth, leaving me gasping for air. His cock is slick with my saliva, still hard and curved toward his stomach. He looks down at me, then to his partners.
“She needs to come,” he says decisively. “Let’s tie her up and drive her insane.”
My pulse quickens at his words—both terrified and thrilled by the prospect. No one has ever focused on my pleasure this way before.
12
DOMINIC
We prepare the bed quickly. I direct Liam to secure Cora’s wrists to the upper posts with silken restraints while I handle her ankles. She’s spread before us like a feast—skin flushed pink, chest heaving with each breath. I’ve had women before—wealthy, beautiful, powerful women—but none have compared to Cora. The mayor’s perfect princess tied up for my pleasure. For our pleasure.
“Look at her,” I murmur, trailing a finger down her inner thigh. “Fucking beautiful.”
I’ve always been attracted to Cora Pike. Even before the Hunt, when I’d spot her at charity functions hanging on her father’s arm, I’d imagine what she’d look like spread beneath me, begging. The reality exceeds those fantasies. She’s stunning, trembling with need, pupils blown wide, lips parted.
“Ryder,” I say, voice firm with command. “Get up top. Give her something to suck on while I taste her.”
Ryder grins, moving to kneel beside her head. He threads his fingers through her hair, propping her up slightly on the pillows. His cock slides past her lips, and she takes him eagerly, her moan vibrating around him.
“Good girl,” he praises, his voice husky.
Liam stands at the edge of the bed, watching intently. His eyes drift between Cora’s face—her lips stretched around Ryder’s cock—and Ryder himself. The hunger in his expression is unmistakable. I wonder if he’ll give in to temptation, ask Ryder to suck his cock at the same time. The thought of watching them together sends an unexpected surge of heat through me, but I keep silent. There’s time for that exploration later.
Right now, my focus is on the treasure spread before me. I settle between Cora’s legs, pushing her thighs wider apart. She’s soaking wet, her pussy glistening in the room’s low light. I blow a cool stream of air directly against her slick folds, watching with satisfaction as her entire body trembles in response, her hips bucking instinctively.
She whimpers around Ryder’s cock, eyes flying open to find mine. I hold her gaze, blowing again, lighter this time, watching the goosebumps spread across her skin.
“Beautiful,” I whisper, my lips nearly touching her most sensitive flesh. “And all mine to devour.”
I lean in, my hot breath teasing her swollen folds before I finally taste her. Fuck, the taste hits me like a drug—sweet yet tangy, and entirely hers. I drag my tongue through her slick heat, savoring the way she trembles against my mouth.
“So fucking delicious,” I growl against her pussy, the vibration of my words making her squirm. “Better than I imagined, and I’ve imagined this plenty of times, baby.”
Her thighs tense as I devour her, alternating between broad strokes with the flat of my tongue and precise flicks against her clit. Each time I hit that sensitive spot, she jerks against her restraints, a muffled moan escaping around Ryder’s cock.
I glance up the length of her body, watching her face as I suck her clit between my lips. Her eyes are half-closed in pleasure, cheeks flushed. I release her with a wet pop.
“You like that, don’t you? Tell Daddy how much you like it.”
The word slips out deliberately, testing her reaction. Her eyes flash open, darkening with unmistakable heat. The Mayor’s perfect daughter has a daddy kink. Interesting.
“That’s right,” I continue, voice dropping lower. “Daddy knows exactly what you need.”
