Chapter 44 Ryder #2
Dom leads us through the service entrance, bypassing his usual security. He’s planned this meticulously, of course. We take the service elevator in silence, the quiet hum of machinery the only sound as we ascend to the penthouse level.
At his door, Dom produces a key I’ve never seen before. “Ready?” he whispers.
We nod in unison, and he turns the key silently, disabling his own security system with a code before easing the door open.
The penthouse is completely dark, only the faint glow of city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows creating ghostly shadows across the expansive living room.
Dom turns back to us, a finger to his mask’s lips, then gestures for us to look.
Cora lies curled on her side, fast asleep, with the book dropped to one side.
Her chest rises and falls in the steady rhythm of deep sleep, one arm tucked under her pillow, the other draped across her stomach.
She’s wearing a simple tank top and shorts—ready for our invasion but exhausted from the day she had.
“She’s asleep,” Dom whispers, his voice muffled behind the skull mask. “Even better.”
This isn’t what we expected—we thought she’d be on edge, waiting, listening for every creak—but finding her asleep adds a new layer to our fantasy.
“How do you want to do this?” Liam whispers.
Dom’s eyes gleam through his mask. “I’ll take point. You two stay back until she starts fighting.”
We nod, and Dom steps closer. Liam and I hang back in the doorway, watching as he approaches the sofa with deliberate slowness. The wooden floor doesn’t make a sound under his careful footsteps.
Dom reaches the edge of the sofa and pauses, looking down at Cora’s sleeping form. Then he moves in one fluid motion, climbing onto the sofa and straddling her body swiftly. His large hand clamps firmly over her mouth just as her eyes fly open in genuine shock.
Her scream is muffled against his palm, her body bucking beneath him as pure instinct takes over. Dom leans down, his masked face inches from hers, letting her take in the sight of the gray skull.
“Hello, baby girl,” he growls, voice unrecognizable. “Were you expecting us?”
Cora’s initial shock gives way to fierce struggle. She thrashes beneath him, eyes wild with what looks like genuine fear before recognition flickers in her gaze. Still, she fights him hard—exactly as planned.
“Get her arms,” Dom growls through his skull mask.
Liam and I surge forward, each grabbing one of her wrists. She twists violently against our grip, her fingernails raking down my forearm.
“Fuck,” I hiss, tightening my hold. “She’s a fighter.”
“Get her off the sofa,” Dom orders, yanking the blanket away.
We drag her roughly to her feet, Cora kicking and screaming against Dom’s hand still clamped over her mouth. Her tank top rides up, exposing her stomach as she writhes between us.
“Shut her up,” Liam says, voice cold behind his mask.
Dom removes his hand only to deliver a sharp slap across her face. Not hard enough to truly hurt, but enough to shock her into momentary stillness.
“Try that again,” he whispers menacingly.
Her eyes narrow, and she spits directly at his face.
I twist her arm behind her back, making her gasp. “Bad move, princess.”
Liam grabs the hem of her tank and tears it clean down the middle, exposing her bare breasts. She screams again, struggling harder as Dom pins her against me, one hand around her throat.
“Strip her,” he commands.
Liam yanks her shorts down while I hold her arms, leaving her completely naked. She kicks out, catching Liam in the shin.
“Fuck,” he snarls, retaliating with another slap that leaves a pink handprint on her breast.
Dom spins her around, pinning her face-first against the wall. He kicks her legs apart roughly while maintaining his grip on her throat from behind.
“Check if she’s wet,” he orders me.
I slide my hand between her thighs, driving two fingers into her without warning. She’s soaking—her pussy telling me how much this excites her.
“Fucking drenched,” I report, curling my fingers inside her, making her cry out.
“Don’t fucking touch me,” Cora snarls, thrashing violently against our grip. Her eyes flash with defiance as she looks over her shoulder and continues to fight. “Get your hands off me, you sick bastards!”
Dom tightens his grip on her throat, not enough to hurt but enough to assert control. “Such a filthy mouth on this one,” he growls through his mask. “I think we need to shut her up with a thick cock down her throat.”
“Fuck off!” she spits, managing to turn around and trying to knee Dom in the groin but missing.
Dom’s eyes meet mine through the skull mask. “Gag her with your cock. Now.”
I grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back while Dom forces her down. Together, we manhandle her to her knees on the hardwood floor. She fights every inch of the way, her naked body writhing.
“No! Stop!” she screams, teeth bared like a cornered animal.
Liam grabs her arms from behind, pinning them at the small of her back. “Keep struggling, sweetheart. Makes it more fun for us.”
I unbuckle my belt, the leather hissing as I pull it free. Cora’s eyes widen, fixed on my hands as I unzip my pants. My cock springs free, already hard and ready.
“Open your mouth,” I demand, gripping her jaw with bruising force.
She clamps her lips shut, glaring up at me with pure fire. I squeeze harder, thumb pressing into the hinge of her jaw until she gasps in pain. The moment her lips part, I thrust forward, breaching her mouth in one rough movement.
“Fuck,” I groan as her mouth envelops me. She gags immediately, trying to pull back, but Dom’s hand on the back of her head prevents her retreat.
“Take it all,” Dom orders, forcing her head down until my cock hits the back of her throat.
Her eyes water as she chokes around my length, her throat contracting deliciously. I establish a ruthless pace, fucking her throat while she struggles to breathe.
Behind her, Liam releases her pinned arms and reaches for the plug and lube from the duffel bag. “Hold her still,” he instructs.
Liam kneels behind Cora, coating the plug with a generous amount of lube. I maintain my grip on her hair, keeping her impaled on my cock as he positions the toy against her puckered entrance.
“Ready for this, princess?” Liam asks.
Cora tries to scream around my cock, the vibrations sending shivers up my spine. Her eyes, still defiant despite the tears gathering at the corners, lock with mine through the skull mask.
Liam begins pushing the plug in slowly. I feel the exact moment it breaches her tight ring—her jaw goes slack, and she makes a guttural growling sound around my length, the vibration intense enough to make me groan.
“That’s it,” Dom encourages from beside us, his hand stroking his cock as he watches. “Plug her ass.”
Liam continues pushing the plug deeper, and Cora’s growls grow louder, more primal. Her body trembles, fighting less now as sensation overwhelms resistance. The plug slides in completely, and her entire body shudders.
I pull my cock from her mouth with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting us briefly before breaking. Her lips are swollen, face flushed with exertion and arousal. Without warning, I deliver a light slap to her cheek to remind her who’s in control.
“You like that, don’t you?” I growl, gripping her chin to force her eyes to mine. “Getting your mouth fucked by a stranger while we fuck your ass.”
Her chest heaves with rapid breaths, nipples hard and peaked. Despite her continued glare, her pupils are blown wide with desire.
Cora’s eyes flash with defiance even as she responds to everything that we’re doing to her. The weight of the mask on my face, the slight restriction to my breathing, the way she’s fighting against us—it’s so different from our usual dynamic, and fuck if it isn’t the hottest thing we’ve done yet.
This isn’t just about sex. It’s about Cora reclaiming the power her father took from her all those years. The choice to surrender instead of being forced.
Dom looks fucking magnificent as he manhandles her. And Liam—Jesus, the ice in his voice when he speaks to her through that mask makes my cock throb. They’re both so perfectly in character, giving Cora exactly what she asked for without holding back.
And Cora herself—the way she’s fighting us tooth and nail while her cunt drips and tells us how much she wants this—it’s intoxicating. I can’t wait for the moment when she stops fighting and starts begging. When resistance gives way to surrender on her terms.
I’ve been with a lot of women, but nothing compares to this—to her. To us. The four of us together have created a dynamic that transcends simple pleasure and ventures into territory that feels almost spiritual in its intensity.