34. Mackenzie
The water is so warm.
I float on my back and smile. The past few days have been awful, but this is heavenly, and a nice respite from all the stress and trauma.
When Dom said he had a friend who ran a health spa located at one of the lakes and asked if we wanted an afternoon there, it was too tempting to say no. The friend—some girl I tried not to be jealous of—said she’d close it, so we could have the facilities all to ourselves. It’s for Tino, Dom said, but I’m enjoying the heck out of it, too.
Tino has been out of the hospital for four days now. They only kept him in for two days. They didn’t place him on any kind of hold, as he’d not purposefully tried to take his own life. Luckily for him, it was more the booze that knocked him out rather than taking too many pills, so after a couple of days of monitoring his organs to ensure no damage, he was let go.
Kirill has met with his father and insists all is well, but he seems quiet to me. He’d been buoyant before the meeting, but after it, much less so. We have all asked him what was said, and he claims it went well. That doesn’t parse with what little I know about Grigoriy Stepanov.
“Hey, pretty girl. You come here often?” Tino swims up to me, and I laugh at his dreadful line.
“This place is amazing. Dom is lucky having friends who own this kind of spa.”
Tino smirks. “Are you fishing for information, Duchess?”
Guilty, I glance away. “No, of course not.”
“I think you are, but don’t worry. Martina really is just a friend. If you saw her, you wouldn’t worry. She looks like a horse.”
“Tino!” I splash him with water. “Don’t be bitchy.”
“It’s a simple observation.”
I lower my voice so the other two, who are having some sort of stupid diving contest at the far side of the pool, don’t hear me. “How are you doing?”
He shakes water out of his dark hair. “Good.”
I sigh. Tino seems to want to brush what happened under the rug, but I’m not convinced that’s the healthiest way to recover from it. “You can talk to me, you know.”
He grins and throws me a wink. “Maybe I want to do other things besides talk?”
“Tino, be serious.”
“Mackenzie. I do talk. To the fucking therapist Nataniele makes me see daily. I don’t want to talk about it here with you. I’m having a nice time for once. Can’t we leave it at that? I do my therapy, I take the tests. I scared myself to death with what I did, and I promise you I don’t want to have that happen to me again.”
“But the pain.” I gesture vaguely at his body.
“I’m having physio and learning pain control techniques. I’m okay, Kenzie, truly.”
I don’t fully believe him, but the way he’s looking at me is so affectionate that I don’t want to ruin the moment by pushing.
His eyes dip from my face and turn hungry as he stares at my tits in my bikini top. I could have worn a sensible swimsuit when I got the invite to the spa, but instead I packed my sexy bikini. I want these men to desire me, all the time. It seems it has worked, if Tino’s ravenous gaze is anything to go by.
“Do you know what helps with pain?” he asks.
I shake my head.
“Endorphins. How about we create some?”
I laugh. “That’s almost as bad a line as your first one, but not quite.”
“Come here.” He pulls me to him by my bikini straps, the water making it easy for him to do so.
When he has me in his arms, he strokes down my back, making me shiver.
“You ever fucked in a hot tub?” he murmurs.
“No.”
“Want to?”
I act coy. “It sounds interesting.”
“What are you two whispering about?” Dom shouts.
“Fucking in the hot tub,” Tino yells back.
“Hell, yeah, that sounds like a plan.” Kirill whoops and then does a flip into the water from the side of the pool.
“You’re all incorrigible,” I say.
“Yep, and you love it.” Tino isn’t wrong, so I don’t correct him.
He swims to the side of the pool and climbs out, holding his hand out for me to take. “Come on, Duchess.”
I let him haul me out of the pool and lead me to the hot tub. Once in there, he sits on one of the benches that raises him slightly, and then pulls me onto his lap so I’m sitting facing away from him.
“Let’s show those two what they’re missing,” he whispers against my ear.
Dom and Kirill glance over as Tino pulls my bikini top to one side and starts to play with my breasts. He pushes them up and together, flicking his thumbs over my nipples. I gasp at the sensation, and he does it again. It doesn’t take long before my nipples are hard and aching. They’re not the only thing that’s hard—Tino’s erection presses against my ass.
“Look at these tits,” he says to Dom and Kirill.
They’ve both swum to the edge of the pool and are watching intently.
“They’re so pert. Her nipples are super sensitive. Imagine if we put a baby in her, and they get all big and we can spend hours teasing them.”
His words turn me on and scare me, too. I don’t want any babies just yet, thanks very much.
“I think you wore that bikini just to tease us.” Dom rests his chin on his hands as he watches Tino pinch my nipples. “You should be punished for that.”
“I agree,” Kirill says. “But how?”
Tino lifts me suddenly, and I let out a small squeal of surprise. He places me on the top step of the hot tub, on my hands and knees. My ass is in the air in this position, out of the water, and my knees, feet, and hands are in the water.
He smacks my ass, and I yelp.
“Want me to turn her ass pink?” he asks the other two.
“No, pull her bikini bottoms to one side and let us see her pussy,” Dom orders.
Tino does as he says, and I am so overwhelmed with competing emotions. I’m hit by shame at being displayed this way. Desire at knowing all three men are looking at me exposed for them. Anger at myself for how easily I slip back into victim mode with them.
“Part her lips.” Kirill’s voice is roughened.
Tino’s deft fingers part my pussy lips, displaying me to the others. Cool air hits my hot skin, and he doesn’t touch me, just holds me open like that. The longer he sits there, with my pussy lips parted, the more turned on I get.
I moan and try to move, but he spanks my ass. I feel heat bloom at my core, and Dom makes an animalistic sound in his throat. I’m aware of him getting out of the water, along with Kirill, and stalking nearer.
“That’s it, baby,” Tino growls, “let us see how hot you are for us. You just oil up that pussy.”
What? I’m not even being touched.
“You’re making yourself all wet and making such a mess of yourself, Duchess.” Kirill lets out a low, demonic laugh.
“Do you think you could come just from being displayed like this?” Dom asks. “That would be so fucking hot. Not a hand on you, just your pussy pulsing for us.”
I whimper again. Jesus, if they keep this up, I just might. “I’m not even sure if that’s anatomically possible.” My voice is breathless, desperate.
“It is,” Kirill says. “I’ve come before just from watching something depraved.”
He has? The thought has me moaning.
“Flick her clit,” Dom orders.
Tino does, and his touch is incredible, making me twitch at the electric sensation. I push my pussy into his hand, wanting more.
“Shall we keep her on edge for hours until she’s desperate?” Tino asks.
“Sounds good to me. We can take turns filling our doll’s mouth with our cum, while one of us plays with her, but she never gets to come because she’s a tease.” Dom slaps my ass cheek.
“I’ll keep playing with this juicy pussy while you fuck her mouth,” Tino says. His words are said casually as if he’s talking about what to have for dinner, but I recognize the tension in his voice.
Dom comes around to the edge of the hot tub and kneels in front of me. He pulls his swim shorts down, and his massive cock slaps his stomach. Jesus, he’s so big, but so are all three of them.
He pushes slowly into my mouth, grabbing a fistful of my wet hair to steady himself. He’s balls deep in me before he stops, and I struggle to breathe through my nose.
It’s not made easy by Tino massaging my pussy with his entire palm. Dom thrusts in and out of me and, in my peripheral vision, I see Kirill watching us, playing with his own thick erection.
“I wish you could see how amazing your lips look stretched around my cock, Duchess.” Dom grunts as he pushes in hard, making me gag. “Breathe, pretty girl.” He uses his thumb to wipe away the tears falling onto my cheek. Then he sucks his thumb into his mouth, tasting my tears.
Oh, God, I can feel my orgasm building. My legs tense, and my pussy throbs, but just as I’m about to fall over the edge, Tino stops. I let out a strangled groan around Dom’s cock, and he swears and takes it up a notch, fucking my mouth, hard and fast. Then he pushes in deep, holding himself there as he spurts down my throat. I barely have the chance to swallow.
“My turn,” Tino says as he stands and steps out of the hot tub. “Kirill, do you want to take over pussy duty?”
“Let Dom,” Kirill says. “I want to watch her suck you.”
Dom steps away from me, freeing my mouth.
“Christ,” Tino grumbles, but he doesn’t stop himself from pushing his swim shorts down and pulling free his monster, pierced dick.
Dom spreads my pussy lips, and I gasp as his tongue flicks over my clit. Jesus, these men should be illegal.
He sucks my clit into his mouth, then runs his tongue back along my slit, pushing inside me, before returning to the little bundle of nerves. He feasts on me as though he’s starved for pussy, and he’ll never get enough. How much he desires me turns me on as much as anything else.
He brings me to the edge rapidly and stops, then repeats the action. Tino has pushed into my mouth, but I’m mindless now with the need to come and barely acknowledge what’s going on between my lips.
That is until Tino pushes so deep I gag. He pulls out a little then thrusts back in. “Run your tongue around my piercings, Duchess.”
I struggle to do as he asks, and Dom slides one thick finger inside me, crooking it and finding my G-spot, and oh, sweet heaven, I start to tip over the edge, but he pulls it out and my pussy clenches around nothing.
I swear angrily around Tino’s cock, making nothing but muffled sounds.
Tino laughs. “What was that, Duchess? Huh?”
“Do you want to come, Kukla?” Kirill says softly.
I nod around Tino’s cock, and he hums deep in his throat. “Make Tino come, and then I’ll make you come.”
His words have me renewing my efforts. I suck and lick, bobbing up and down on Tino’s cock like I’m doing a good impression of a girl in a porno. I keep my gaze raised, focusing on Tino’s expression, making sure I’m reading him well. From how hard his cock is, and the way he’s clenching his jaw, his eyes full of dark intensity, I’m sure I’m doing a good job. Drool runs from the corner of my mouth, and my eyes stream from the effort, but there’s no way I’m stopping. I want these men to never need to even think about another girl.
I feel him swell between my lips, and he starts to lose control.
“Fuck, oh, fuck yeah,” he groans.
He jams himself so deep down my throat, I’m bound to be bruised. Tino gushes down my throat like a geyser.
When he’s finished and tucks himself away, Kirill picks me up out of the hot tub and carries me to a pool side lounger. He places me on it and carefully undoes the strings on my bikini until I’m naked, nothing on me at all.
He spreads my legs and pets my pussy, patting it and stroking it. “So pretty,” he says. “I love this pussy.”
He spreads me wide again and pushes two fingers inside me. When he’s got them deep, he crooks them, hitting my G-spot. My back bows, and I swear as my orgasm crashes over me. I grip the edges of the mattress, my toes curling, as it shudders through me again and again.
This time, thank God, Kirill doesn’t pull his fingers out. He lets me come, and I flush as I feel how much wetness I’ve covered his fingers with.
“Good girl, Kukla.” He murmurs the nickname against my skin as he kisses my throat. “Now I will come on you.”
He turns to Tino. “Hold her lips spread wide. I want to come on her clit.”
Tino does as Kirill says, and the Russian stares at my pussy, his teeth gritted as he jerks himself hard and fast. My gaze is fixed on the sight of his gorgeous dick in his big hand, watching how he works himself, and memorizing the exact touch and amount of pressure he uses. He comes all over my still sensitive clit, soaking me in his hot seed.
When he’s finished, he sighs and leans down, rubbing himself into me.
Gently, he pushes two fingers inside, making sure some of his cum gets inside me.
Dom stares down at us. “Such a pretty, perfect doll.”
Dom’s words are the usual mocking words I’ve come to expect from him, but his tone is different. It holds an edge of awe.
“We won’t make you cry ever again,” Kirill says.
Tino offers his flirtatious grin. “Unless its ’cause you’ve got my giant dick stuffed down your throat.”
“No more tears.” Dom rubs at the back of his neck. “We were assholes.”
Holy hell. Is this an apology? An admission of wrongdoing on their part?
“Yes, the worst, and you didn’t deserve it,” Tino admits. “I’ve realized a lot of things recently, and that is the biggest of them all. You never did anything to deserve the hell we put you through.”
I want to ask why they did it, but Dom’s phone buzzes with a message. He goes to where he left it in his bag, pulls it out, and frowns.
He looks at us. “Um. It seems my stepmother-to-be and my father want to invite us all to dinner.”
“All of us?” Tino asks. “Shit, do you think they know?”
“No.” Dom shakes his head. “Nataniele would lose his ever-loving mind. He knows you’re my friends, though, and he knows we’re tight with Duchess now. Maybe he thinks one of us is with her. I doubt he imagines all three of us are.”
“Can you imagine?” Kirill bursts out laughing.
I don’t because I can imagine. Nataniele is more observant than his son gives him credit for.
Are we about to walk into a trap?