Chapter 12 Dominic
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.”
She whimpers, hips pushing up toward my mouth with desperate need. I pull back, making her chase the sensation.
I groan at her eagerness, her surrender. It’s intoxicating. I gather saliva in my mouth before letting it fall in a thick stream onto her pussy, watching as it mingles with her own wetness. My fingers spread it around, circling her clit.
“Look how wet you are for Daddy,” I murmur, rubbing faster as her breathing grows ragged.
When I feel her tensing, approaching the edge, I lean down and carefully take her clit between my teeth, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. The nip sends her bucking against my face, a strangled sound tearing from her throat around Ryder’s cock.
Her body tenses, thighs quivering uncontrollably.
I press deeper, gripping her hips to anchor her as she shatters.
Without warning, her release floods my mouth, hot and sweet.
A fucking squirter—perfect. I growl against her flesh, drinking down every drop, my cock throbbing with need as she writhes against my face.
When the last tremor subsides, I rise to my knees, chin slick with her pleasure.
“Your turn, counselor,” I nod to Liam. “Let’s see whose mouth she prefers.”
Liam’s eyes flash with competitive fire. “Gladly.”
The challenge hangs between us. It’s not just about her pleasure anymore—it’s about dominance. Which of us can make her come harder, make her scream louder. The thought of competing with him sends unexpected heat through my veins.
Ryder pulls free of Cora’s mouth, leaving her gasping. “Why don’t you test her mouth out now, Dom? I could give you some attention while you do.”
I narrow my eyes at him. His offer is tempting—too tempting. “Why don’t you give Liam that attention instead?”
Ryder smirks, running his tongue across his bottom lip. “You’ll break in the end, Vega.” He shrugs, turning toward Liam. “But I’m game if you are.”
Liam doesn’t hesitate. He positions himself in doggy position, head between Cora’s thighs, ass raised. Perfect access for Ryder to suck his cock. The sight of them is arousing—Liam’s muscled back arching as Ryder grips his hips, both men hard and ready.
I move to Cora’s head, stroking her flushed cheek. “Open.”
Her lips part obediently, and I slide inside her warm mouth. The sensation is exquisite—hot, wet suction that makes my eyes nearly roll back. I thread my fingers through her hair, guiding her rhythm.
“Fuck,” I groan, watching her take me deeper into her throat.
Below, Liam’s tongue laps against her pussy, his fingers pumping steadily inside her. Cora’s eyes grow hazy with pleasure, her focus dissolving as she’s worked from both ends. The vibrations of her moans around my cock nearly push me over the edge.
Liam pulls back suddenly, his breath coming in short pants. His hair is mussed, lips glistening with Cora’s arousal. He looks over his shoulder at Ryder, who’s still sucking his cock.
“Fuck,” he groans, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “Ryder’s goddamn mouth is good.”
He turns back to Cora, running his fingers through her folds. “And you, Pike—you taste like fucking heaven.”
I watch him dive back between her thighs with renewed hunger, his tongue flattening against her clit before circling it. Cora’s back arches off the bed as far as her restraints allow, her mouth still hollowing around my cock.
My attention drifts to where Ryder kneels behind Liam, one hand gripping the lawyer’s hip while the other strokes his own cock.
There’s something mesmerizing about watching Ryder take Liam into his mouth—the sheer shamelessness of it, the way he moans around Liam’s length as though he’s the one receiving pleasure.
I never expected to find this so arousing. Two powerful men reduced to primal need. Ryder’s technique is clearly expert—Liam’s composure is cracking with each bob of Ryder’s head. The gambler’s enthusiasm is genuine; his eyes closed in concentration as he takes Liam deeper.
“Christ,” I mutter, unable to tear my gaze away from them.
Something shifts inside me—a door opening to possibilities I hadn’t considered. The sight of Ryder’s lips stretched around Liam’s cock sends heat racing through my veins. I wonder how those lips would feel wrapped around me.
These thoughts should disgust me. Instead, they only heighten my arousal.
Liam’s hips stutter in a rhythm that matches the movement of his tongue against Cora. The three of them create a circuit of pleasure that I’m both inside and observing. Power flows between us, shifting and evolving.
I grip Cora’s hair tighter, guiding her rhythm as I watch Ryder devour Liam’s cock hungrily.
I watch Liam’s skilled tongue work Cora’s pussy, his technique aggressive yet precise. Her body responds beautifully, tensing beneath his mouth as he sucks her clit between his lips. When she comes, her back arches off the bed, her mouth falling away from my cock as a cry tears from her throat.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I growl, stroking myself as Cora trembles through her orgasm.
Liam rises, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes meet mine, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. Ryder pulls away from Liam’s cock, leaving him glistening and hard.
“I think it’s time that tight little cunt gets a cock inside it,” Liam says, voice rough with arousal.
I nod in agreement. “Definitely time to fill her up.”
Ryder straightens, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Fine by me, but I haven’t had a taste yet.” His eyes drop to Cora’s spread thighs. “And I need one.”
“Be my guest,” I say, moving to stand beside the bed. I wrap my hand around my cock, stroking slowly as Ryder positions himself between her legs.
Liam joins me, his own hand matching my rhythm as we watch. Ryder glances up at us, a challenge in his eyes, before he lowers his mouth to Cora’s pussy.
Christ, the man knows what he’s doing. His approach is different—gentler than mine, more playful than Liam’s. He teases her with soft kitten licks before sucking her clit with hollow cheeks, causing her to buck against her restraints.
“Look at him,” I mutter to Liam, my pace quickening. “Fucking natural.”
Liam nods, his eyes fixed on the scene. “Didn’t expect him to be so... skilled.”
Within minutes, Cora is writhing beneath Ryder’s mouth, her thighs trembling uncontrollably. She comes with shocking intensity, screaming his name as her back arches off the bed. “RYDER! Oh god, RYDER!”
The sound of her pleasure pushes me dangerously close to the edge. I slow my strokes, not wanting to finish yet.
I hadn’t expected this dynamic between the four of us—this strange competition and collaboration. But watching them, feeling the shifting power between us, I know I want more. Need more. This is just the beginning of what we could explore together.