46. Mackenzie
Chapter 46
Mackenzie
I’m feeling fat.
I know it’s not fat, it’s baby, but it doesn’t change the way I feel. Three months have passed since I first discovered I’m pregnant, and I’m starting to show. My belly is still small, just a tiny bump if you look closely, but my boobs feel massive. My face is fuller, and I’m gaining weight around my hips too.
I’ve been under the best medical care with my new consultant, and she’s reassured me every step of the way that everything is fine. I still feel guilty that I haven’t been able to stop taking my meds while being pregnant, but that option simply isn’t open to me. If my seizures had been under control for the last couple of years, I’d have considered it, but unfortunately, that’s not the case.
I have had a couple of scans now, though, and everything is fine. We decided not to find out the sex of the baby. So few things are really a surprise these days, and we’re looking forward to finding out when he or she is born.
Turning to the side, I put my hand over my belly. The massive solitaire on my ring finger glints in the mirror, and I can’t help but smile at it. I love looking at the ring and hearing the word ‘wife’ on each of the Devils’ lips.
I push my belly out, imagining how I’ll look five months from now, ready to pop. Giggling, I turn away and focus back on the task at hand.
I stare at the freshly made bed, happy with the new sheets I ordered. It wasn’t easy getting a massive bed custom made. It cost a fortune, but Nataniele has given us a lot of money to start our lives with. I had to order specially sized sheets to fit the bed that’s now in the apartment that used to be Nataniele’s and my mom’s.
Dom says he is going to work with his dad, running the college once he graduates, and will find roles for the other Devils, too, should they want them. As for me, I don’t know if I’ll want to work eventually, but, at first, I want to stay home with the baby. I don’t want to miss those firsts. The first smile. The first steps. The first word.
One day, though, I want to do something to forge my own path because I don’t want to be like Mom. I don’t ever want to be reliant completely on other people. I trust my men implicitly, but I still want interests and a career of my own. I might just start it a little later than I had planned, and that’s okay.
Maybe I’ll start a yoga studio in the nearby town. I’d been lax with my practice before the pregnancy, but that had hardly been surprising, considering everything that had been going on. Now, though, I’ve found it’s been great to get back on the mat with my ever-changing body, and it’s been good for my mental health, too. I’ve rediscovered my love for yoga, and one day I’d love to share my passion with others.
“Hey, looks good.”
The deep voice has me turning around to discover Tino behind me.
I smile at him and look back to assess the bed. “Do you think it’s big enough?”
He laughs. “It better be, because I don’t think we can fit anything bigger in this room.”
We have a couple of spare rooms, too, for guests, or for if any of us just needs a bit of space. Sometimes I read in one of them, and sometimes Dom ends up sleeping in one of the spare rooms in the early hours. He has a need for alone time, and that’s fine. I understand.
Tino has his time alone when he exercises. He’s getting back into it these days, and I’m happy it seems to be grounding him and helping him give up the meds for good.
Kirill seems to be the only one who never wants any time alone. It’s as if what happened in that basement re-triggered his old fears of the dark and being by himself, and he always seems to want to be hanging around with at least one of us. He’s quieter than he used to be, too. More serious.
Or perhaps, just like all of us, he’s grown up.
Tino is doing amazingly well in his recovery, and standing in front of me now, he’s glowing.
The door opens, and Kirill joins the party.
He stares at the bed and raises his brows. “That’s so much better. No excuse for Dom to sneak off to the spare room in the middle of the night now, claiming we’re all hogging the space.”
“You do hog the space,” Tino grouses. “Arms and legs all over the place. I woke up with your elbow in my mouth yesterday.”
Kirill snorts, and I giggle.
“Where is Dom?” I ask. “I want him to see the bed.”
“Well, I mean, it’s just a bed,” Kirill says.
I stare at him, my eyes narrowing. “It’s a custom-made bed, with custom-made sheets, and look at the throw cushions.”
Tino laughs. “Sorry, Duchess, but as much as I love you, I can’t get excited about throw cushions.”
“It has some other special features,” I say.
“Like what?” Kirill asks.
The headboard is made of metal struts, and I’ve had something special fitted to the middle of both the head and foot ends.
The door opens, and I know it’s Dom without turning around. He still has that charismatic energy that precedes him. He fills a room with his personality alone.
“Is there a meeting I’ve missed?” he asks sarcastically. “Why are we all staring at a bed?”
“Oh, my God,” I shout, exasperated. “It’s the new bed. With custom sheets and throw cushions. Isn’t it pretty?”
“You said it has something special? What is it?” Kirill pushes.
I walk to the foot of the bed and dig my hand down between the frame and the mattress then pull out two padded ankle restraints.
“I had these fitted to the headboard, as well.”
“Nice,” Dom says. “I approve of these.”
“What about the cushions?” I am getting prissy now. I spent time and money getting these cushions.
“I mean, they’ll look good propping up your ass.” Dom chuckles. “Presenting your pussy for us. That way I can see them being useful.”
“God, yes, they would, wouldn’t they?” Tino growls.
“I want to see,” Kirill says.
“They’re not sex cushions,” I argue, exasperated. “They’re decorative.”
“Baby.” Dom gently turns my face toward his with the tips of his fingers. “They are so going to be sex cushions.”
“We need to test the bed,” Tino says seriously. “Make sure it can take all we can give it.”
“Let’s get our doll on the bed, tied up and propped on some cushions.” Kirill’s eyes light up.
Trust my men to make it all about sex. Not that I mind. My hormones are haywire right now, and I’m horny all the time. Even my dreams are absolutely filthy—which I far prefer to the nightmares that plagued me before. I’ve not had any sickness. Instead, I’m hungry and needy. I can’t complain, but I do worry I’ll end up huge if I keep eating. If having plenty of sex can stop me munching on cookies, it can only be a good thing.
Dom starts to undo the buttons of my shirt. I’m wearing a denim shirt over leggings, and he slowly shrugs it off my shoulders. My bra is just a plain white one, but he still groans when it’s revealed.
“Love how big these tits are getting,” he says.
Kirill moves behind me and unhooks the fastener, letting the bra fall away. He cups my breasts from behind, rolling and pulling at my sensitive nipples.
“I love how fat these nipples are already,” Kirill says as he bites my earlobe gently. “When your milk comes down, I hope you’ll let me taste it direct from the source.”
My pussy tightens at the thought of them suckling from me. Will they fight over who gets to taste me first? There’s something immoral and forbidden about the action, and of course that only gets me hotter.
“Give me one,” Dom demands, and Kirill holds my tit up for Dom to suck my nipple into his mouth.
He ducks down and laves the sensitive peak with his tongue, and my eyes roll with pleasure. They’ve always been an erotic zone for me, but now they’re off the scale. Kirill massages my breast with one hand while Dom licks and sucks and grazes his teeth over my nipple.
It makes me feel debauched.
They often treat me this way, like an object, talking about me in third person, and I find it so hot every damn time. Afterward, they always take care of me like their precious doll.
“Let’s get these pants off and see if your pussy is swollen for us, too,” Tino says.
Dom lets my nipple pop from his mouth and steps back to give Tino space.
I kick my shoes off, and Tino roughly pulls down my leggings. He doesn’t bother to take my thong off, but just pulls it to one side. His fingers press against my pussy, finding me already wet.
“So pretty and all puffy. Is that for me?” he asks.
I swallow and nod, my ability to speak partially robbed by the way he’s staring down at my pussy. He parts my folds and stares some more. God, I’m squirming with need, and he’s simply looking at me.
“This is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he says. “Let’s see if it tastes as good as it looks.”
He drops to his knees in front of me and leans in close and licks me, his tongue hot and wet and firm. I jolt at the sensation. God, I’m so sensitive. I moan and spear my fingers through his thick, dark hair. He sucks my clit into his mouth and pushes two fingers inside me.
“Does she taste good?” Dom asks.
“Hhmmm,” Tino murmurs against me.
I rock my hips against him, my eyes slipping shut as I fuck his face and his fingers, already lost in my building orgasm. Kirill moves in behind me again, his hands on my tits. He sweeps my hair away and kisses the side of my neck as he works my nipples, tweaking and pulling them.
“Fuck, I love seeing you all curvy like this,” he says between kisses. “I can’t wait until you’re huge with our child. You’re going to be so hot.”
“Why don’t we get her on the bed, all tied up for us?” Dom suggests.
I groan with loss as Tino rocks back on his heels, sliding his fingers from my body and leaving me bereft. I do like the idea of being tied up while all three of these men have their way with me, though. It was the whole reason I had the special headboard commissioned.
Kirill scoops me up.
“Hey, I’m too heavy now,” I protest.
“ Kukla , do not insult me. I will still be able to carry you when you are nine months pregnant.”
He places me on the bed, so I’m on my back, my hands above my head. I’m so aware of how naked I am and how they are all still dressed. They make quick work of getting the padded cuffs in place, locking them around my wrists, and Kirill places two cushions underneath my ass.
“Spread those legs, Kukla ,” he says. “As wide as they’ll go.”
I’m tied to the bed, arms and legs wide apart, and my pussy raised by the cushions. Kirill moves to one side of me, and Tino slides onto the bed on the other. He kisses me, and I taste my arousal on his tongue as he pushes it into my mouth. Kirill ducks down to my tits, sucking and licking.
I lift my hips from the cushions, my pussy needing attention.
Tino notices and breaks the kiss. He reaches between my thighs, but instead of pushing his fingers inside me or rubbing my clit, he parts my pussy lips and holds them open.
“Here, taste her,” Tino says to Dom.
Dom crawls onto the bed and settles between my thighs.
Still holding me apart, Tino watches as Dom flicks my clit side to side with his tongue. This is always the fastest way for them to get me off, and with me already so on edge, it’s mere minutes before I’m bucking up to try to meet the flicks and get more sensation, but Dom chuckles and moves off me.
“I think Kirill should taste now,” he says.
“God, someone needs to,” I pant.
My entire body is alive with arousal, every nerve ending zinging with the anticipation of pleasure.
Kirill and Dom switch places. Tino still holds me parted, pulling back my pussy lips so my swollen clit pops forward. Kirill covers my pussy with his hot mouth, and I whimper and arch my spine, pushing into him. His clever tongue works magic on me, and just when my thighs are tensing and I think I’m coming, he too stops.
I whimper. “Not fair.”
Tino laughs softly. “Oh, Duchess, we’re only just getting started.”
He rubs my clit and pinches it before giving my pussy a playful slap.
“Let’s not ignore these pretty tits,” Dom says. “Look how beautiful you are all spread out like this.”
He palms my breasts and squeezes them together, his thumbs rubbing over my nipples.
Tino stands and slowly undresses, watching what Dom’s doing as he strips his clothes off. My gaze is glued to him. I’ll never get enough of his incredible body, his abs ripped with muscles, his biceps bulging. I admire each of his tattoos—the crow, skull, clock, and a goat with a set of curly horns—and try to work out which is my favorite.
I think it’s the goat, a clear symbol for the Devils.
His huge cock juts out from his body, the piercings up its length glinting in the light. He fists himself and slowly masturbates, his eyes never leaving my body.
“Pussy or mouth?” he asks Dom.
Dom grins at me. “I think I’ll take her mouth for a change.”
They haven’t asked Kirill, and I turn to look at him, but he’s already got his cock out and is slowly stroking himself.
“You can come all over her lips and tits after me,” Dom says to him. “Or on her pussy.”
“I’m going to paint her all over,” Kirill grunts.
Jesus, he’s so fucking freaky. He comes enough to do that, too.
Tino kneels on the bed, between my legs. With his cock still in his hand, he uses his other hand to work a finger inside me.
“So wet and ready for me,” he murmurs. “You’re so perfect, Duchess.”
“I want you,” I gasp. “Fill me up and fuck me.”
One corner of his lips quirks in a smile. “Hush and be patient.”
I almost want to sob with need.
“Wait a minute,” Dom says. “I’ve got an idea.”
“No, just fuck me already!” I cry.
I wriggle and squirm on Tino’s finger, wanting more, but he refuses to give it.
Dom returns with something behind his back. With a wicked grin, he pulls it out. It’s the huge dildo we bought him for his birthday.
“Let us stuff you full of this, Duchess.”
This thing is huge. It’s twelve inches in length and covered in ridges and veins. The head is smooth and bulbous, and a darker shade than the length.
I widen my eyes. “I’ll never fit that inside me.”
“You took both of us, baby,” Dom says. “I want to see you stretch around it. Besides, I also have this.” He pulls his other hand from behind his back.
It’s a bottle of lube.
There’s nothing I can do. I’m chained to the bed.
I’m so desperate to come, I’ll take anything at this point. “Okay, do it. Fuck me with it.”
Kirill’s jaw hangs open, and he works his cock faster. “Fuck, this is hot.
Dom opens the lube and covers the head of the giant dildo. I pull against the arm restraints, but they hold me in place. Tino moves back slightly to give Dom space.
He leans over me and places the head at the entrance to my pussy. Tino and Kirill watch, rapt. Dom rubs the head around my swollen, wet pussy, and then he gently presses.
I stretch around it with a stinging pain that morphs to pleasure. I curl my fingers into fists, and my pussy pulses.
“Oh, God. Oh, fuck,” I cry, twisting my head back and forth.
“Good girl,” Dom praises. “Look at how well you’re taking it.”
Inch by inch, he slides it inside me. My breathing has grown ragged, and I know I’m not going to last. They don’t even need to pump it inside me because I’m the one doing the work, fucking the huge dildo with my inner muscles, climbing to my peak. The sensations are too much, and I shatter around it, my whole body shaking and jerking with the force of my orgasm.
I come back down, all my muscles loose as I slump onto the bed. I’m breathing hard, my heart thudding, my skin damp with sweat. I puff a loose strand of hair out of my eyes.
“Holy shit,” I say on a long exhale.
“We’re not done with you yet,” Dom says.
He slides the giant dildo out of me, and it comes out slippery with my arousal and the lube.
Tino stares down at me with a heated gaze. “Look at your gaping pussy. All ready for my cock.”
He’s impossibly hard, the head dark and swollen and leaking pre-cum. He moves back between my spread legs and pushes the head of his fat cock inside me. I groan in response and drop my head back against the cushions.
Dom strips off and straddles my shoulders, his knees either side of me, as he places more pillows under my head, raising it. It’s hard to focus with Tino oh-so-slowly fucking me, but then Tino holds himself deep and reaches around Dom to take hold of Dom’s cock.
Dom gives a noise that’s somewhere between a grunt and a growl and allows Tino to hold him. Tino’s chest is pressed against Dom’s back, while Tino’s cock is wedged deep inside me. Tino moves his hand up and down Dom’s length a couple of times, masturbating his friend, and then presses the head to my lips.
“Suck Dom hard,” Tino demands.
I open my mouth, and Dom’s long, thick cock slides over my tongue. The salty, musky taste of him fills my mouth.
Tino releases Dom’s cock and goes back to concentrating on fucking me.
Moaning around him as Tino’s piercings light me up inside, I take Dom down as best I can. Dom grabs hold of the metal bars of the headboard, the muscles of his arms and chest bunching, as he fucks my face. I choke on his cock, but I keep going, moving my head back and forth to keep up with his pace.
Soon, the room is filled with nothing but the sounds and scents of sex. The men’s deep moans and my whimpers fill the air, and the rhythmic movement of Kirill’s fist over his cock only adds to the debauchery.
“I’m going to come down your throat so hard, Duchess, and you’re going to swallow it all for me. Don’t spill one fucking drop.” Dom is panting, and he’s almost about to come.
His cock swells in my mouth, and he rams deep down my throat as he spills his load. I struggle to swallow it all, but I manage it, making sure not to let any dribble out of my mouth.
He pulls free and gently rubs my lips with his thumb.
“Such a good Duchess for us.” His praise makes me warm inside, and he climbs off me, giving me and Tino space to finish.
Tino is hitting me deep and, when he adds a finger to rub at my clit, I spiral. I fall over the edge. It’s all consuming, the intensity of my pleasure, and I buck and thrash, yanking against the cuffs as a scream escapes my lips. My pussy clamps around Tino’s cock, milking him.
“Oh, fuck.” Tino loses it, finding his release as his hips piston like a damned animal in heat.
We fall together, breathing hard, until he softens and slides out of me.
Kirill walks over to me, his cock obscenely jutting out of his pants, hard and angry. It’s fucking throbbing right in front of my eyes, he’s that needy.
He rubs the slit and watches me greedily. “Ready for me to mark you as my perfect Kukla ?”
“Yes, please,” I whisper. My voice is hoarse.
He takes Tino’s place and gently wipes his finger over my pussy, and shocks me when he pushes some of Tino’s cum back inside. Dipping his fingers in and out, he seems to play with Tino’s semen, while touching himself. He groans as he aims his cock at me, bumping the head over my clit and rubbing it against me. Though I don’t think I can come again, I’m still so sensitive, and the pressure feels incredible.
“Going to paint you, Duchess,” he growls.
He works his cock with his fist, his expression intense and sexy. His jaw tightens, and he comes with a grunt, aiming right on my clit. I’m bathed with hot fluid. He’s not done, though. He crawls up over me, painting my breasts too, and then aiming the last few splashes over my face.
One final, long pulse of cum dribbles out of him, and he catches it with his thumb and paints some on each nipple.
“Perfect,” he says, smiling with dark satisfaction.
I’m sated, but as I come down from the high, the muscles in my arms threaten to cramp. I move a little, trying to relieve them, and wince.
“You okay, Kukla ?” Kirill asks, all concern at my expression.
“A little sore.”
“Let’s get these cuffs off and clean you up.”
He undoes the cuffs before Tino lifts me and carries me into the bathroom. Dom is already there, running a bath. He adds my favorite scented bath oil and tests the temperature.
Tino carefully wipes down every inch of my body with a warm, damp cloth, and then lifts me into the warm water. They all sit around me, gently washing me, talking to me. Now and again, they kiss a shoulder, or an arm, or my cheek.
I feel so damn cherished that tears threaten.
When I’m clean and dry, they rub body lotion all over me, slip my favorite, over-sized t-shirt over my head, and lead me to bed.
Something flutters low in my belly, and I snatch a breath.
“What?” Kirill asks, noticing the change in me.
I hold still, waiting to see if I feel it again. I do, and happy laughter bursts from between my lips. “I-I think I just felt the baby move.”
His blue eyes light up. “You did?”
It happens again, that tiny butterfly-wings sensation.
Dom launches himself at me, pressing his hand to my stomach. “I want to feel it.”
“Let me try,” Tino says, pushing him away.
“It’s too early yet,” I tell them, “but you will.”
They half-heartedly fight over who gets to be next to me, and Dom takes the spot farthest away as he’s got to be up early to spend a few hours with his father, working, before he starts classes.
We lie on our ridiculously big bed, me, my three men, and our baby growing inside me.
I don’t know what the future will bring, but so long as I have Dom, Tino, and Kirill with me, I’ll be able to face it all.
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