17. Kirill
My body still hurts,but the endorphin thrill of knowing I am going to see Mackenzie soon and can soothe the pain with sex helps some.
She’s as greedy for it as I am. I’ve never met a girl who openly liked sex as much as I do. Sure, our Duchess tries to pretend to herself that she hates some of the games we play, but her body can’t deny what her mind does.
She reacts so beautifully for us. The way her pussy drowns our fingers when we play with her is delicious.
I want to fucking eat her tonight, until she comes all over my face. I need to taste her. Then I want to come on her. Maybe on her asshole, after Dom or Tino has fucked it. I want to mark her there.
I want to let them fill her and then I will paint her outside, maybe write K with my cum on her creamy skin.
I arrive at the den to find her already there with Tino. Thankfully, Dom isn’t here yet. It’s as if the angels are on our side for once, which is ironic.
“Hey,” Tino says.
“Hi,” Mackenzie echoes.
She seems unsure. Nervous, even.
“Do you know why we are here?” she asks.
Tino shrugs. “Dom probably wants to order us all around. Make you decide. Do that bossy asshole thing he does, but on steroids.”
“Maybe I haven’t made my mind up yet,” she says.
“Oh, I think you have,” Tino murmurs as he stands behind her and brushes her hair back. “You just don’t want to admit it.”
She shakes him off. “Maybe you’re the asshole.”
His lips quirk in a smile. “Oh, Duchess, I am. Dom is more of one, though.”
Her brow furrows. “Why is he that way?”
“Control,” I say as I walk over to them. “He needs it.”
“Why?”
“Fucked if I know.” I jerk one shoulder. “I am not his shrink.”
She bites her plump lower lip. “He’s messed up. The cutting … it’s not healthy.”
“Are any of us healthy in this room?” I ask, wishing I was her lip. “Maybe that is why we work so well together. We are all uniquely messed up, and we have all these, how do you say, jagged edges. Yes, jagged edges, and that is why we fit so well together.”
“I am not jagged.” She pouts, highlighting that gorgeous mouth again. “Prickly sometimes, maybe.”
“Duchess, you’re not prickly,” Tino says. “You are a mystery, and you can be stubborn. You have a tendency to run away when you’re unsure, but you’re not prickly. Dom is prickly.”
She sighs. “He’s going to march in here and demand I pledge my life to him, isn’t he?”
A thrill goes through me. “Probably. Unless we distract him.”
“Distract him how?” Her eyes narrow.
When I’m face to face with her, I draw to a halt. She’s my full focus now. “Maybe we give his reptilian brain something too interesting to focus on so he can’t engage his higher thinking powers?”
“That might work,” Tino adds.
I tug the collar of her shirt. “I like this top. Pretty.”
She smiles at me, and an innocence flitters across her face. “My mom bought it for me last year. Before all the shit happened.”
“In that case, Duchess, I’ll take care with these buttons. I was going to rip it off you.”
I begin to undo them slowly, sucking in a breath as her amazing breasts are revealed to me, pushed up in her bra like creamy temptations.
I gently peel the blouse down her arms, before throwing it over a chair to one side. She shivers, and her nipples crinkle beneath the lace, though it isn’t cold in here.
“Look at you in your sexy bra,” Tino purrs. “Did you wear this for us?”
“No,” she denies. “I didn’t know Dom would demand I come to meet you today.”
I don’t believe her. “You knew we’d want to see you at some point. I think you wore it for us.”
Tino jerks his chin, his gaze glued on her. “Take it off for us.”
She reaches behind her back and unclasps the bra. Her gaze flicks between the two of us as she slowly lets the bra drop. Her nipples are peaked and perfect.
Tino licks his lower lip. “So pretty.”
“You’re both making me into a sinner,” she says.
“You’re already a sinner. We are just setting that side of you free,” I argue.
Leaning down, I take hold of her nipples and pull them both, tweaking them, and pinching them until they’re harder than ever.
“I’d love to see these clamped,” I say.
She draws a breath. “I’m not sure I’d like that.”
“Trust me, you would.”
She blinks up at me. “You always act as if you three know what’s best for me.”
“I just want to see your nipples all engorged and red,” I reply. “You’re our perfect doll, remember? I want my doll’s nipples aching and swollen.”
She swallows hard.
“You like it when we talk about you that way, don’t you?” Tino moves in behind her, so she’s sandwiched between us, and pulls her hair back. “You like it when we tell you what to do.”
I drop to my knees, bringing my face level with her pussy.
She’s wearing a short skirt, and I push it up and pull her panties down, until they’re around her ankles. She kicks them away. Using my fingers, I part her already slick lips and lean in to suck her clit into my mouth.
She gasps and pushes her pussy into my face. I suck her lips into my mouth and run my tongue over them as she braces her hands on my shoulders.
“You liked it when we made you come in front of the entire dining hall.” Tino cups her breasts from behind as he speaks. I glance up to watch him roll her nipples between his fingers before I go back to sucking on her pussy. The taste of her is all over my tongue, and I use it to spear her, driving inside her as deep as I can.
I wish I could swallow her whole, consume her, so she is forever a part of me.
Tino continues to talk. “You liked it when I filmed you and we all jerked off to it.”
“No. I didn’t like that,” she argues.
“You like it when we position you just so and use your body for our pleasure.”
“No,” she gasps.
“Liar.” Tino does something that makes her squeal.
I glance up to see him pinching her nipples hard and twisting them before letting go.
My cock is throbbing. A part of my mind is warning me that Dom won’t like it if we go too far without him, and we ought to slow it down.
Where the fuck is he, though?
As if he’s reading my mind, the door swings open and he stalks into the room. He stops about five paces in, and his face tightens.
“I called this meeting so we could have a serious discussion,” he snarls.
“We do need a discussion,” I say as I mourn the loss of Mack’s pussy in my mouth. “Are you going to fuck her in the ass while Tino takes her cunt, or vice versa.”
Dom’s jaw works, and for a long beat it’s a tossup as to whether he’s going to come and join us or be a dick and demand we all sit down and talk shit out.
I give him an incentive by spreading Mack’s pussy lips wide, revealing her hard, pert clit. It’s red and begging to be petted.
Dom swallows, and I pinch her clit as she moans.
“She needs you,” I say to him.
“Looks like you’ve both got it covered,” he snaps.
Mackenzie smiles at him. “No, Dom. He’s right. It’s not the same without you.”
The next moment, she shocks the shit out of me when she pulls out of our grasp and walks to the couch. She bends over the back of it, spreads her legs, and then clasps her ass cheeks, spreading them wide.
“You said it would be amazing when you fucked me in the ass, and it was. I want it again. You in my ass, Tino in my pussy.”
She is being a very naughty girl.
“Kirill in your mouth?” Dom asks. “All your holes being used?”
“No,” I say. “I want to watch, and after, I’ll come all over her asshole and watch it drip down and mix with all yours.”
Dom shakes his head at me. “You’re such a freak.”
“Takes one to know one,” I reply with an easy laugh.
Dom walks over to Mackenzie and spanks her ass hard.
“Ow,” she yells.
He gives her three more swipes. “Don’t top from the bottom, Mack. I don’t like it.”
“Why don’t you take that attitude out on my ass,” she says, wiggling.
“Fucking be careful how hard you push me.”
She rubs her pussy against the sofa, and I realize she’s using the back of the couch to get herself off.
“Look at our naughty doll,” I say to Dom. “Getting herself off on the sofa. Humping the furniture like a needy bitch.”
“Get me the lube,” Dom orders.
Sometimes I want to tell him to stop being an asshole and smash his fucking face in, but Dom is a pain junkie, and he’d probably enjoy it.
I can do as I’m told so long as I get my payoff in the end. The idea of coming all over Mack’s asshole as Dom’s cum trickles out of it, and Tino’s from her pussy, has me almost blowing my load.
Opening the drawer in the desk where we keep our supplies, I hand the lube to Dom. He takes it and pours it all over Mackenzie’s ass crease. She gasps at the cold, and he laughs.
I watch, entranced, as he massages it into her tight hole. She keeps pushing her pussy against the couch, getting her clit the stimulation it needs. Dom pushes one finger inside her, and I find my own asshole clenching as I watch her stretch and adjust. I would love to be fucked up the ass one day, but by Mack. Not by a guy. Would she wear a strap-on and fuck me?
Dom has added a second finger now and is pumping them in and out of her. By the time he’s got three in there, she’s whimpering.
“I think you’re ready for me now,” he says.
Tino undresses and lies on the sofa. “Come and straddle my dick, Duchess,” he orders.
She does as he says. She’s still wearing her kitten heels, and that short skirt. Her fingers go to the button on her skirt, but Tino shakes his head.
“It’s short, and I want to fuck you wearing it. It’s hot.”
She climbs on top of him, the skirt framing her full ass beautifully.
Dom doesn’t get undressed, but he unzips and pulls his cock free.
I yank off my clothes as I watch them get into position.
“Sit on my cock first,” Tino orders.
Our prim and proper and oh-so-regal Duchess spreads her pussy lips herself and sinks down on Tino’s pierced monster. She flutters around him as she takes him deep inside her. I moan, and Dom glances at me.
“Such a freak,” he mutters.
Then he positions himself behind her and kneads her ass cheeks, digging his nails in and leaving marks. “Breathe out, baby, and relax for me.”
He starts to push in. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans.
“I can’t do it.” She starts to panic.
“Tino, play with her clit,” Dom orders.
Tino does as he says, and I stare at the three of them as I slowly start to jack my dick.