“Sorry, Daddy,” she whispers against my mouth, the name making my cock throb painfully against my zipper. “Let me take care of that.”
Before I can respond, Cora slides from my lap to the floor, positioning herself between my spread legs. Her fingers make quick work of my belt buckle, each small metallic sound amplifying the tension coiling inside me.
She maintains eye contact as she unzips my pants, her confidence a stark contrast to the uncertain woman who entered my penthouse a week ago. When her cool fingers wrap around my cock, I hiss through clenched teeth, fighting for control.
Ryder and Liam don’t hesitate. They rise from the couch, quickly shedding their pants and briefs. My peripheral vision catches their movements as they position themselves on either side of me, each taking his cock in hand, stroking slowly.
Cora’s lips wrap around the head of my cock, her tongue swirling over the sensitive tip. I groan, one hand instinctively moving to cradle the back of her head, not pushing, just feeling the silky strands of her hair between my fingers.
I can’t help but look at Ryder and Liam flanking me, their hands working their cocks as they watch Cora take me deeper. The sight of their bodies—muscular, masculine, powerful—sends a surge of heat through me.
I can’t tear my gaze away from Ryder’s cock—thick and hard as he strokes it slowly. My mouth goes dry as I watch the way his fingers slide up and down the length. During the Hunt, I’d managed to rationalize everything—it was just part of the game, the power, the control. But here in my living room, with no masks or excuses, I can’t deny the heat pooling in my gut at the sight of him.
Ryder catches me staring, and his lips curve into that knowing smirk that makes me want to either punch him or kiss him—I’m not sure which.
“See something you like, Dom?” His voice drops low, teasing and confident in a way that makes my cock throb harder in Cora’s mouth.
I should look away. Should focus on Cora. Should maintain whatever shred of control I have left. Instead, I find myself transfixed, watching a bead of precum form at his tip.
“You can touch if you want,” Ryder offers, his hand slowing to a near stop. “I know you’ve been thinking about it.”
“I haven’t,” I lie automatically, even as my free hand twitches with the urge to reach out.
“Bullshit.” Ryder scoots closer on the sofa, his cock now just inches from my hand. “You’ve been watching me since we moved in.”
Cora hums around my cock, the vibration shooting up my spine as she takes me deeper. The dual sensation—her mouth on me, Ryder’s challenge—has my head swimming.
“It’s just a hand,” Ryder coaxes. “Nothing you haven’t done to yourself a thousand times.”
I swallow hard, torn between desire and the last remnants of whatever I’ve been telling myself about who I am. What I want.
“Fuck it,” I growl, reaching out to wrap my fingers around his shaft.
The weight of him in my hand is foreign yet familiar. Hot skin over steel. My grip tightens instinctively, and Ryder’s sharp intake of breath sends a surge of power through me.
“That’s it,” he encourages, his voice strained as I begin to stroke him. “Just like that, Daddy.”
The feeling of Ryder’s cock in my hand and Cora’s mouth around mine sends my head spinning. I’m barely processing the sensations when Liam moves behind the couch, his hands sliding down my chest from behind.
“Let me help you with this,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear as his fingers start working the buttons of my shirt.
I grunt my approval, unable to form coherent words as Cora takes me deeper. My grip on Ryder tightens unconsciously, making him hiss with pleasure.
Liam works the buttons of my expensive shirt open. The cool air hits my chest, followed immediately by the warm press of Liam’s mouth on my shoulder. His teeth graze my skin, not quite biting, testing boundaries.
“Fuck,” I growl as he trails kisses down to my collarbone.
Ryder watches with hungry eyes as Liam’s hands explore my chest, thumbs brushing over my nipples. “Look at Daddy getting all the attention,” he says, voice thick with desire.
They’re all looking to me, waiting for direction, for approval.
Liam moves back to the sofa and kneels beside me, his mouth finds my nipple, his tongue circling the sensitive flesh before sucking hard. The jolt of pleasure makes my hips buck involuntarily, pushing deeper into Cora’s throat. She takes it without complaint, her eyes watering slightly as she looks up at me.
“Good girl, keep sucking me with that perfect fucking mouth, baby girl.” I keep my hand tangled in Cora’s hair. “And you, I stare at Liam. You’re such a good boy, aren’t you? Sucking Daddy’s nipples.” Liam makes a sound against my chest that vibrates through me, his lips and tongue working my nipple with increasing intensity. My cock hardens impossibly further, throbbing against Cora’s tongue. I squeeze Ryder’s cock harder as I twist my wrist, and he groans. “And you, so hard and leaking for me. All three of you are my perfect little sluts.”
Ryder’s eyes darken at my praise, his cock pulsing in my grip. “You like having us all serve you, Daddy?”
I can’t deny it—not with three sets of eyes watching me come undone, not with my body betraying how much I want this. Want them. All of them.
