Chapter 45 Cora
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.”
And suddenly, I do stop fighting. The struggling ceases as something breaks open inside me. I surrender—not because I have to, but because I choose to. The distinction floods me with power even as I give up control.
Liam releases my hips, sliding his hands along the curve of my ass. “Look at all these pretty holes for us to use,” he says. “So many ways to fill you up.”
I twist against Dom’s grip on my wrists, though my resistance lacks its earlier intensity. My body feels heavy with need, my limbs weighted down by something more powerful than their physical restraint. Still, I manage a half-hearted buck of my hips.
“Fuck you,” I rasp.
Ryder strokes my cheek where his slap landed moments before. “That’s exactly the plan, princess.” His thumb traces my lower lip. “But we’re going to take it further.”
Dom leans in close, his mask nearly touching my face. “We’re going to be in your pussy and ass all at once. Both holes filled, stretched, used.”
My eyes widen as understanding dawns. “You’re insane,” I whisper, feeling a jolt of genuine alarm mixed with a hot and forbidden shock that pulses between my legs. “I can’t—that’s not physically possible.”
“Oh, it’s possible,” Liam says, running his palm down my spine. “And you’re going to take it beautifully.”
“I can’t,” I protest again, but my voice lacks conviction even to my own ears. The image forms in my mind—all three of them inside me simultaneously, stretching me beyond what I thought possible, claiming me completely. My body trembles in response.
“Your mouth says no,” Dom murmurs, releasing one wrist to slide his hand between my legs, “but this tells a different story.”
I bite my lip as his fingers confirm how wet I am.
“Please,” I whisper, though even I’m not sure if I’m begging them to stop or to continue.
“Let’s carry her to the bedroom,” Dom suggests.
I fight as they haul me up and roughly manhandle me into Dom’s room. Once there, Dom keeps hold of me and meets Liam’s gaze. “Get on the bed. I want you under her. She’s going to ride your cock while we prepare her for more.”
Liam moves to the center of the massive bed, lying back with his cock standing rigid against his stomach. I try to scramble away, but Dom and Ryder’s grip on my arms tightens.
“No,” I protest, twisting in their grasp as they lift me bodily. “Let me go!”
They ignore my struggles since I haven’t voiced the safe word. Hell, I haven’t even thought about it. Dom and Ryder carry me to the bed where Liam waits. My breathing comes in short gasps as they position me above him. Liam’s eyes are burning with lust.
“Ready?” Dom asks, but he’s not asking me.
Ryder grips my hips, and together they lower me onto his cock. I cry out as he fills me, the sensation overwhelming. My body welcomes him despite my pretended resistance, slick and ready.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my hands landing on Liam’s chest for balance.
“Make her come,” Dom instructs Liam, his hand firm on the back of my neck. “Get her nice and relaxed before we add more. I want her begging for it.”
Liam’s hands grip my hips, guiding me into a rhythm that makes my thighs tremble. I continue my token resistance, pushing against his chest even as my body rocks against him.
“Stop fighting it,” Liam growls, thrusting up into me. One hand slides between us, his thumb finding my clit with unerring precision. “We both know you’re a dirty slut who wants to be fucked by masked strangers.”
My breath catches as pleasure spirals through me. The contradiction of fighting while chasing my own pleasure makes everything more intense.
“That’s it,” Dom murmurs, watching as my resistance weakens. “Let him make you come, and then we’ll show you what it means to be truly filled.”
“You’re all sick,” I hiss through clenched teeth, my body still rocking on Liam’s cock despite my words. “You should be locked up for this.”
Dom’s eyes narrow. “Is that so?” His voice drops dangerously low. “Then what does that make you? Getting wet while three masked men break in and take what they want?”
Before I can respond, Dom’s hand comes down hard on my ass, the crack echoing through the room. Pain blooms across my skin, hot and sharp.
“Fuck!” I cry out, involuntarily clenching around Liam, who groans beneath me.
Dom spanks me again, harder this time, and then again until my ass burns. Each slap sends shockwaves through my body, mingling pain with the pleasure still building from Liam’s movements inside me.
“Still think we’re sick?” Dom growls, rubbing the reddened flesh of my ass. “Look how your body begs for more.”
I bite my lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response. Dom chuckles darkly as he moves away momentarily. When he returns, I feel something cold and slick pressing against my other entrance.
“Let’s see how this tight little hole takes something bigger,” Dom says, and I crane my neck to see him holding the largest dildo we own—the one I’ve never had the courage to try.
“No,” I gasp, genuine panic flaring as I feel the impossible width pressing against me. “That won’t fit—it’s too—”
My protest dissolves into a strangled cry as Dom pushes forward relentlessly. The stretching sensation is overwhelming, burning, and invasive. My ass resists the intrusion; then slowly yields as he continues to press it deeper.
“Breathe,” Ryder instructs, his voice gentler than the others despite the role he’s playing. His hand strokes my hair, an anchor amidst the storm.
My breath comes in short, sharp gasps as Dom works the dildo deeper, stretching me beyond what I thought possible. Tears spring to my eyes, but something keeps me from using our safe word. The fullness, the complete surrender—it’s exactly what I wanted when I asked for this.
“God, I love being used like this,” I hear myself say. “Fuck me harder. Fill both my holes.”
The fear and resistance melt away and an animalistic need takes over. I’m reduced to raw sensation—Liam’s cock pounding into my pussy while Dom works that massive dildo in and out of my ass.
“Look at you,” Dom growls behind his mask. “Mayor’s precious daughter begging to be stuffed like a cheap whore.”
I moan shamelessly, pushing back against the dildo. “Yes—use me. Fill me up.”
Each filthy word they hurl at me makes me clench tighter around Liam and the toy. My body betrays any pretense of unwillingness, internal muscles gripping hungrily with every thrust.
“Such a dirty little slut,” Ryder whispers, watching as I’m double penetrated. “Taking it in both holes and loving every second.”
“Fuck,” Liam grunts beneath me, his hands bruising my hips. “She’s so goddamn tight with that thing in her ass. I can feel every ridge of it through her.”
Dom pushes the dildo deeper, making me cry out as my body stretches impossibly further. The burn transforms into searing pleasure as my nerve endings fire in chaotic symphony.
“You think that’s good?” Dom chuckles darkly. “Wait until it’s my cock is in that tight pussy with you.”
Liam’s rhythm falters momentarily. “Fuck, that’s what I want,” he says, voice rough with desire. “I want to feel your cock against mine inside her pussy. Both of us stretching this tight little cunt at once.”
The image of both men inside my pussy simultaneously makes me whimper. My body shudders at the thought—impossible, overwhelming, yet somehow desperately wanted.
“Please,” I beg, not even sure what I’m asking for anymore. “Please, I need—I need—”
“You know what she needs?” Dom growls, his voice thick with lust. “She needs to be used like a filthy whore by three fucking burglars who broke in to have their way with her.” He yanks my head back by my hair. “Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” I moan, the word escaping unbidden. “God, yes.”
My admission drives them wild. Liam thrusts harder beneath me while Dom continues slamming the dildo in and out.
“That toy’s not enough,” Ryder says, his voice husky with need. “I want to feel her ass stretch around my cock instead.”
Dom withdraws the dildo slowly, making me whimper at the emptiness. I feel exposed, open, desperate to be filled again.
“Fuck, look at that gape,” Dom says, spreading me wider. “She’s ready for you.”
I feel the bed shift as Ryder positions himself, crouching over me. The blunt head of his cock presses against my sensitive entrance.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Ryder hisses as he pushes inside. “So goddamn tight.”
“Oh my god,” I gasp. The burn is exquisite, hovering on that perfect edge between pleasure and pain. “Fuck me, just fuck me, please—”