27. Mackenzie
We’re having fun,but it’s way too cold to stay in the water for long. The moment the guys notice I’m shivering, they help me back out again. Kirill climbs up onto the jetty and reaches down to me to haul me up. We don’t quite make it the first time, and I pull him back into the water as I try to use him to climb out. Spluttering, Kirill gets underneath me this time and pushes me up on his shoulders until I’m shrieking with laughter again.
Tino jumps onto the jetty with the ease of a big cat and holds his hand out.
Kirill passes me over to Tino, and then pulls himself out of the water, too, his muscles bunching, distracting me. His blond hair is wet and a shade darker. As he straightens, he catches me staring and throws me a wink. I poke my tongue out at him in return.
Dom follows, and we leave the jetty to head back to the small curve of the beach. The sun still has some warmth to it, but I have nothing dry to wear. My clothes are drenched and clinging to my skin. I shiver and wrap my arms around my torso.
“Our Duchess needs to get those wet clothes off,” Kirill says.
“I’m freezing.” My teeth chatter, my chin wobbling.
“She can have my t-shirt and hoody,” Dom offers, “but first we need to warm her up.”
Kirill moves closer. “Let’s get our pretty kukla out of these.”
From behind me, he pulls my wet top over my head, while Tino, now standing in front of me, strips me of my pants. My skin is slightly blue and covered in goosebumps, and my nipples are hard bullets. Kirill and Tino press me between their big bodies, sharing their heat. I wrap my arms around Tino’s waist and lay my head against his chest. Kirill’s stomach and chest fit against my back, and he lifts the rope of my wet hair away and kisses my shoulder.
Gradually, my shivering subsides, but I’m not sure I want to move away from this Tino and Kirill sandwich. I like it here.
It’s so remote, I don’t have any real fears about us being caught naked, but there’s a little thrill inside me that someone might stumble upon us. Would they be horrified, I wonder, or would they hide behind a tree and enjoy the view?
The thought of someone watching us sends a pulse of arousal through me. My core tightens and the familiar tingling heat of desire floods through me. I wriggle a little, aware there are two large cocks in very close proximity, and I feel them harden.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” Tino growls.
I blink up at him innocently. “Just trying to get warm.”
Dom goes to the trunk of the car and opens it. He pulls out a picnic blanket and spreads it out on the ground then sits. He opens his arms to me. “Duchess, come here.”
I give a tiny shrug to Tino and slip out of his and Kirill’s embrace.
“No fair,” Tino complains.
I cross the beach and drop into Dom’s lap. Our skin is still damp from the lake, and I can’t miss that he’s already hard. He cups the back of my head in one hand and kisses me, slow and sensual. His other hand finds my breast, and his fingers pinch and caress.
I break the kiss. “Fuck me here.”
To my surprise, he shakes his head. His hand leaves my breast and trails up my collarbone. Dom’s fingers wrap around my throat, and he tilts up my head so I’m looking into his face.
“What if I hold you like this while the other two take it in turns fucking you?”
He has such control over me.
“I’ll do whatever you want,” I tell him.
“You let them fuck you, but you watch me the entire time. Understand? You keep your eyes on me the whole time, even as they make you come.”
“I like this game,” Kirill says with a grin. “Tino can go first.”
We all know why that is. He wants to fuck me after Tino’s already come inside me. He wants to see Tino’s cum dripping out of my pussy and slide his fingers and then his cock inside me and add some of his own.
Dom maneuvers me so I’m on all fours, but he still has his hand around my neck. My back is arched so my ass and face are pointed at the sky. I’m thankful for my regular yoga that allows me to take this cat move with such ease.
Tino drops to his knees behind me.
“Fuck her hard and fast,” Dom instructs.
Tino uses his fingers on me first. “Already wet, and I’ve barely even touched you.”
He penetrates and stretches me with his digits, knowing he’ll hurt me with his huge, pierced cock if he just drives into me with no preparation. In less than a minute, I’m panting and already desperate to come. My gaze slips from Dom’s, but he squeezes my throat and brings me right back to him.
“Good girl. Focus only on me.”
There’s something depraved about looking at one man while ignoring the one whose fingers are inside me. Dom leans down and kisses me, pushing his tongue into my mouth.
Tino withdraws his fingers, and then the pierced head pushes at my entrance. I moan into Dom’s mouth, as Tino drives himself deep.
“Oh, God,” I pant. “Oh, fuck.”
My tits bounce with every thrust, and little cries of ‘oh, oh, oh’ emit from between my lips. Tino’s fingers dig into my hips. I’m a rubber band pulled to the snapping point, my whole body taut.
Dom’s thumb drags down my bottom lip. I open my mouth, and he pushes it inside, and I suck on it greedily. I know we’re both picturing it being his cock, which is fully erect and jutting from his lap. A clear bead of pre-cum swells from the slit. It must be taking every ounce of self-control he has not to push my face down so I can suck him off.
Tino reaches beneath me, and his fingers find my clit. He applies just the right amount of pressure, his movements against the sensitive bundle small but on point.
“Keep watching me, Duchess,” Dom warns, his fingers tightening around my throat.
He’s applying pressure to slow the blood flow, rather than full-on choking me. The result is a high I’ve never experienced before, and it comes with the way Tino is fucking me to bring on one of the strongest orgasms of my life.
My vision blurs at the edges, and my toes curl. My mind goes completely blank except for processing the overwhelming pleasure that takes over. I don’t even panic that I’m not breathing. Honestly, I don’t even care. If I die this way, I’ll die happy.
My entire body shakes and shudders with utter bliss, and I can’t help myself, I squeeze my eyes shut and drop my chin to my chest. Dom eases up on me, and I collapse on the blanket, panting hard, my head still spinning. “Holy shit.”
“We’re not done yet, Duchess,” Dom says. “Round two.”
I glance over my shoulder to where Kirill is touching himself. His hand moves up and down his length, mesmerizing me. Fuck, he looks sexy as hell standing there, his hair and body still damp, masturbating while watching me.
“Uh-uh.” Dom taps my cheek. “Look at me, remember? Say, ‘Sorry, stepbrother.’”
“Sorry, stepbrother,” I parrot and bring my gaze back to his.
He leans in and kisses me, slow and deep, and his hand goes back around my throat.
“Ready to go again?”
I’m not sure I am, but I nod. Movements come from behind me, but Dom’s hold on my throat prevents me from turning around. I know it’s Kirill, but suddenly the thought that it could be anyone jumps into my head. Maybe this should have me yelling at him to stop, but instead, a fresh jolt of excitement goes through me. I picture Dom holding me in place while strange men come and use my pussy to their own satisfaction. My cunt clenches at the thought, my nipples tightening once more. I am one fucked-up puppy, and I don’t even care.
Kirill splays me open with his fingers, and I feel his gaze on me. “Fuck, that’s so hot, seeing it dripping out of you like this.”
He dips a finger inside me, and then adds a second. I’m sure I’m already stretched after taking Tino, but I suspect this is more about the cum than it is getting me ready for him.
“Fuck,” he groans, and removes his fingers.
He shifts slightly to press the head of his cock against my opening. Then he uses it to rub my pussy, smearing his dick with the combination of Tino’s cum and my cream. He slides it up and down, pausing to rub against my already swollen and over sensitized clit. I didn’t think I could handle climaxing again, but I can already feel Kirill building me back up. Pretty soon, I’m going to be begging for his cock.
“Do you like that, little sis?” Dom asks. “You like Kirill playing with the cum Tino left inside you?”
I whimper and nod.
Dom isn’t finished. “Do you want his cock inside you?”
“Yes, I want his cock.”
Dom glances over my shoulder. “Fuck her, Kill. Make her scream.”
Kirill thrusts inside me, deep and hard, jerking me forward.
“Oh, God,” I cry.
“Good girl,” Dom says. “You’re taking his cock so well. So pretty. So perfect.” He kisses me again, and his hand tightens around my throat. Kirill rams into me, hard and determined. I know I’m getting close; the pressure around my neck tells me so. Dom can read my body so well. He knows exactly when I’m going to come.
He stares down at me. “You’re our beautiful, filthy cum-slut, aren’t you? You want us to fill you up, leave you dripping.”
“Yes, yes, give it to me.”
“You’re ours. All ours. For us to use over and over.”
I’ll agree with him about pretty much anything at this point. I want to come so badly. “You can use me whenever you want.”
He drags his fingers down my lips. “Fill up your mouth, and your pussy, and your ass. Think you can take two of us in your cunt at once, one day? Two of our cocks pressed together inside you at the same time?”
Kirill’s still fucking me, seemingly oblivious to the conversation I’m having.
“I-I don’t know.”
“We’ll stretch you first, get you ready with our fingers and dicks, so you can just slide onto us.”
Kirill moves faster, slamming into me. “I’m going to come, Duchess.”
I’m on the verge again, too. “Oh, shit. Oh, my—” I cut myself off as my second orgasm crashes over me.
Kirill growls behind me. “I’m filling your sweet pussy with my cum.” He holds himself deep, and his cock jerks inside me as he finds his release.
I actually feel it—the volume of cum that spills in hot ribbons inside me. It’s a good thing I have the contraceptive implant because I’m pretty sure Kirill could impregnant me from a shooting distance of several feet.
With one hand still around my throat, Dom’s other hand goes to his cock. He tightens his grip, his eyes locked on mine as he works himself, fast. The muscles in his jaw twitch, his teeth clamped together. He’s filled with intensity, the laughing man I’d played with in the lake gone.
He arches up his hips, aiming his cock between my breasts. He climaxes with a growl, coating my skin in cum.
They were right about me being their cum-slut. I feel like it now—with it dripping out of me and all over my chest. Kirill pulls out of me, and I fall to my back, lying exposed beneath the sun.
They find my wet t-shirt and use it to clean me up. I lie on the blanket, naked, as they take care of me.
“You are our pretty doll again,” Dom says with satisfaction as he brushes his fingers through my still damp hair.
“Yes, all shiny and new like we haven’t taken you out of your box and messed you up,” Kirill adds.
Fucking hell, they are freaks, but so am I, which makes us a scarily perfect match.
Safe to say, I’m no longer cold, but, when I’m clean, Dom still dresses me in his hoody, though I tell him to keep the t-shirt for himself. I don’t know how it will look with me coming back with bare legs, and him with no hoody on. We’re already getting plenty of attention from people at the university.
I also don’t really want Mom and Nataniele to find out what the relationship is between us all. Do they suspect? Dom is supposed to be my stepbrother—or at least will be if they ever do get married—and I can’t imagine they’d be too keen on the idea of us sleeping together.