20. Mackenzie
I wake with a start,my heart racing.
After I’d grabbed a burger with Camile, I’d decided to get an early night. Rest is important to my health, and I haven’t been sleeping so well lately, though that’s hardly a surprise.
It’s dark in my room, and I half-sit, seeking out my phone and the time displayed on the screen.
It’s one-thirty in the morning. Why am I awake? Have I had a bad dream? From the way my pulse thunders in my ears, and a sweat has broken out across my forehead, it might have been that, but some instinct tells me otherwise.
From behind me, in the direction of the door, comes the faint rasp of someone breathing.
I’m not alone.
I freeze, my brain spinning in a million different directions. My first thought is to grab something to use as a weapon. The second is to run. The third is to open my mouth and scream.
I go with the third and draw a huge lungful of air into my chest, ready to expel it at full volume. Movement comes from behind me, and a hand clamps over my lips, preventing me from doing so.
“Don’t scream,” a male voice says, low and threatening. “It’s me.”
I wrench off his hand. “Fuck, Dom. You scared the fucking life out of me. What the hell are you doing in here?”
I reach out to the small lamp on my nightstand and tap the base once so it gives off a faint warm glow rather than brightening the entire room.
“Watching you sleep,” he says, matter of fact, as though there’s nothing strange about that at all.
“Well, don’t,” I bite back. “It’s creepy.”
“No, it’s not. I’m making sure you’re safe.”
“I was fine until I woke up to find you in my room with me. Jesus.” I throw myself back down in a huff and yank the blankets up to my shoulders. “You need to leave. Now.”
“That’s not how this works, Duchess. If I say I want to watch you sleep, then that’s what happens, but you’re going to sleep with me inside you.”
“What?” I’m sure I’ve misheard him.
“My cock, or my fingers. It’s your choice. But either way, I’m going to be inside you.”
“I can’t sleep like that.”
“You can sleep with my fingers inside you. Trust me.”
Why does it sound as though he’s talking from experience? Has he done this with another girl? Or has he touched me in my sleep before? I remember finding a pair of panties on my pillow that appeared to be crusted with cum. I’d been suspicious at the time, but now my suspicions have been confirmed. He had been in my room that night.
Maybe I should be angrier than I am.
He yanks off his t-shirt, revealing his hard, muscular body. On one side of his ribs, a large bruise is already turning to greens and yellows, but it must still hurt. A part of me wants to reach for him and kiss it better, but that’s not how Dom operates. He won’t appreciate sympathy.
He undoes his jeans and pushes them down his hips. He’s not wearing any underwear, and his cock is already at half-mast. My mouth waters at the sight. He slides beneath the blankets with me and curls himself into the comma of my body and kisses my shoulder.
“I only want to make sure you sleep well, and to know you’re safe.”
Safe.Isn’t that the word I want to hear most of all? It’s such a long time since I’ve been able to sleep without any worries, I can’t remember how it feels.
“You know I’m safe. I’m just down the hall from you.”
His lips on my skin feel like heaven, and I squirm against him, my ass fitting against the front of his hips. His erection digs into the base of my spine, and he wraps his arms around me and holds me tight.
“That’s not close enough,” he murmurs. “I need to be closer.”
“You are closer.”
He slips his hand down the back of my sleep shorts. “Still not close enough.”
His fingers find me already wet, and he slips inside me. I let out a groan and my eyes close, pleasure coiling within me. He continues to kiss my neck and shoulder as he fingers me. We’re caught up in the sleepy moment, snuggled beneath the covers, just the two of us. What would Tino and Kirill say if they knew Dom was here? Does it bother them? I spent time alone with Tino in the motel, and the others didn’t seem to mind, so I guess it’s all right. I make a silent promise to myself to spend some one-on-one time with Kirill, too.
Dom pushes a second finger inside me, and I wince.
“You all right?” he ask softly.
I’m unused to this gentler side to him. “Yeah, just a bit sore from earlier.”
His movements slow inside me. “You can go to sleep like this, if you want.”
I give a small laugh. “Think you can turn me on and then leave me wanting? Not a chance I will be doing any sleeping.”
“Then let me put my cock inside you. I’ll make you come so hard, you’ll sleep for a week.”
No girl is going to say no to that offer.
I lift my hips slightly and pull down my shorts. I’m not wearing any panties.
“Fuck me deep and slow,” I tell him.
He grabs his cock and nudges against my sopping slit from behind. I’m swollen from the antics of the day, but he’s made me wet, so it only takes a little extra pressure for him to enter me.
He lets out a groan and presses his forehead to my shoulder. “Fuck, you feel so good. I could spend the rest of my life inside you.”
“Deeper,” I tell him. “I want you deeper.”
He obliges, sliding all the way in so our bodies are melded together. Then he holds himself still, and we just lie that way for a moment, relishing the sensation of being one.
“You drive me so crazy. You know that, don’t you?” Dom murmurs against my skin. “I’ve never been this way with a girl before. Like you’ve taken over my head, and I can’t think of anything else. This was never part of the plan, Duchess. I never wanted to?—”
He cuts himself off, as though he suddenly realized what he’d been about to say. Never wanted to what? Fall for me? Is that what he’s saying? That he’s falling and falling hard?
“Never what?” I press him. I want to hear him say those words.
He shakes his head against me. “Nothing.
“No, real?—”
His tone hardens. “Leave it, Duchess.”
I know not to push him any further, but I’m aching to know how he’d finish that line. What if I tell him I feel the same way? That I’m falling for him, too—except it’s not just him, it’s Tino and Kirill as well. The three of them come as a package. If feelings start to get involved, will it complicate things?
He grabs my chin and wrenches my face toward his, kissing me with such need it steals my breath. He holds me against him, my ass to his groin, my back to his chest, our legs tangled, so it’s as though we’ve become one body.
The kiss lights a fire inside me, and I move my hips, encouraging him. To my disappointment, he pulls out of me, but the next moment, he’s rolled us over, so now he’s on his back, and I’m straddling him.
“Ride me, Duchess,” he says. “Show me what you’ve got.”
With a smile, I grab both his hands and pin them above the bed. His arms are longer than mine, so his elbows are bent, his hands just above his head. He could easily break free, but I know he’s enjoying this game. I duck lower and kiss his neck and chest, moving to his nipples to suck on each one in turn.
“Oh fuck,” he groans.
I relish having this power over him.
“Bite me.” He wrenches one hand free to tap his bare chest, at the spot on his pectoral muscle above his right nipple. “Like you did before. Do it hard.”
“You want it to hurt?” I check.
“I want it to leave a mark.”
I don’t know why the thought excites me, but it does. I bend my head and kiss the spot first, then lave it with my tongue, and finally sink my teeth into his skin. His cock is pressed against my stomach, and it jerks as I bite him. He’s loving this, the sick fuck—but then what does that say about me?
I stop before I taste blood, and then kiss the mark I’ve left. It’s made up of perfect indents of my teeth in two almost matching semi-circles. They’re red at the moment, the skin around flushed too, but by morning they’ll be purplish black.
Dom lifts his head to look down at them, and his lips tweak in a smile. “Perfect. Now fuck me, Duchess.”
I reach between us, and take hold of the base of his cock, positioning him at my pussy. Then I sink down until I’m fully seated on him and close my eyes with pleasure. I grind down, then lift myself again, sliding up and down.
Dom reaches for my breasts, but I slap his hands away and grab his wrists, pinning them back down.
“Did I say you could touch?” I tease.
“Little bitch,” he replies, but he says it with a smile.
I kiss him, and our tongues duel. I move up and down on him, increasing my pace, but his cock is long, and though I know he’s enjoying this, I’m frustrating him, too, by not fucking him hard or fast enough.
“Get out of your head,” Dom growls. “You’re thinking too much.”
He’s right, I am.
He pulls me off him and throws me back on the bed, turning me onto my side. We end up in the position we started, with him spooning me from behind. He pushes back inside me, and I’m happy to let him take over. His hand reaches around me and finds my clit, and I instantly see stars. His bicep is pillowed beneath my head, and I turn my face and bite the muscle there, only not as hard as I had his chest. I like the idea of him being covered in my bite marks, as though I’ve staked my claim to him. Marked him as mine.
Is that how Kirill feels with his cum? I think I’m starting to understand him a little.
Dom fucks me deep and hard, his face buried in my neck, his fingers working my clit. My climax builds, a tsunami growing within me. I squeeze my eyes shut, every muscle in my body tense for release. It’s coming, and coming, and then it hits, and I forget who I am and where I am. My pussy pulses around Dom’s cock, and he cries, “Fuck, yes, oh, fuck,” as he comes.
My orgasm shudders through me, wringing me out, until I’m only muscle and skin. I lie in Dom’s arms, and he pulls me closer. I run my toes down the inside of his calf muscles, feeling the coarse hair there, and he wraps his arms around me, crushing my breasts beneath his strong forearms. One of his hands finds mine, and our fingers interlace.
“Now we sleep,” he tells me, burying his face in the back of my neck.
He goes soft inside me, but even Dom’s soft cock is big enough to plug me up, keeping his cum inside me. I’m sure I’ll wake to find myself in a wet patch by the morning, but I don’t even care.
I close my eyes and drift in the safety of his arms.