1. Mackenzie
Chapter 1
Mackenzie
Fourteen Months Later
I stop at the nursery door and check on our daughter, Lucy, one final time. Her pink cheeks are rosy, and she’s fast asleep on her back, her chubby little arms splayed out either side of her. Her tiny bow mouth is parted slightly, and her regular breathing reassures me.
I love her more than life itself. At six months old now, she’s a joy, and every single day brings something new and wonderful as I see the world through her innocent eyes.
Pushing the door almost closed, I leave just a gap. I like to know I can walk by and peek in any time I feel the urge. When she was born, I used to check her all the time, but that impulse is less now.
Who would have thought I’d take to this motherhood thing so naturally? I’ll admit, the first few months weren’t easy, but we’re finally finding our stride. While my body has changed from the one I had pre-pregnancy, I’m starting to feel more like myself these days.
When I enter the living room, I almost burst out laughing. Dom and Tino are arm wrestling at the table. They must be bored if this is their evening entertainment.
Tino’s T-shirt is cut high on his bicep, showing off all his tattoos, and it bulges as he tries to bend Dom’s arm to the table. Tino has muscle on Dom, but Dom has sheer determination and will on Tino. Dom hates to lose, and he’d rather break his wrist than give in.
“Silly little boys,” a low voice purrs in my ear.
I jump and then smile as Kirill’s arms come around me from behind.
“They like to play their stupid games.” He kisses my neck. “I can think of better ways to spend our time than arm wrestling.”
I twist to look over my shoulder, glancing up at him as he towers over me. “Oh, yeah? How is that?”
He cups my breasts and squeezes my nipples through my top. They’re larger and heavier than they used to be—not that the guys seem to mind in the slightest. My breasts are their new obsession. I sigh and drop my head to rest back against his solid chest. The other two haven’t even noticed as Kirill massages my sensitive nipples, drawing them into tight buds, and they only finally look our way when I moan.
Tino grins, and Dom scowls.
“What do you think we should do to amuse ourselves?” Kirill asks, louder this time so they can hear.
“I don’t know. We could arm wrestle too?” I say. “Or just wrestle? But naked.”
“Naked wrestling, I like the sound of that.” Kirill lifts my top and pulls my bra down so my breasts are exposed.
Dom licks his lips, and Tino slowly stands, pushing his chair back and prowling over to me. I shiver at the utter animalistic nature of their responses.
“I could fuck you until you scream,” Kirill says. Then, a little hesitantly, he adds, “Or you could fuck me.”
“Like go on top?” I ask.
“Like … fuck me.”
His words hang heavy in the air, and I realize I’m turned on at the thought.
“We got you a few things,” Kirill says.
“Yes,” Dom grins as he also stands and walks over to me. “We bought you some presents. Do you want to see them?”
“Why do I get the feeling these presents are as much for you guys as they are for me?” I ask with a soft laugh.
“They are in a way,” Tino says. “But trust me, I think you’ll enjoy this.”
Dom gives me a slow smile. “You can finally get your revenge on us.”
“Yes, you can be the one in charge in the bedroom,” Tino growls as he pulls my top completely from my body and throws it to one side.
Still behind me, Kirill unclips my bra and rids me of that, too.
Dom is already unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down. When he has me in just my panties, he picks me up, bridal style, and marches into the bedroom with me.
Placed in the middle of our huge bed, I smile up at the three men surrounding me, looking down at me. I stretch lazily and relish the way their gazes eat me up. Even with my new softer belly, and the stretchmarks on my hips, I feel so beautiful in their company. The way they all admire me.
Tino slides open the closet door and reaches inside, pulling something out. It’s a large black box, tied with a red satin ribbon. He undoes the ribbon and takes out a harness. I stare at it in shock.
Oh, my god. It’s a dildo, well more than that, it’s a strap-on, and it isn’t small either.
“Umm, is this for me to use on you?” I ask.
Tino shudders. “Not me. Kirill. We each bought something for you to use on us. Kirill’s gift to you is this because he says he promised you could do this to him.”
I remember that moment. All those months ago when I was on the bed with a damn hairbrush up my pussy and Kirill had said I could peg him.
I didn’t realize it was an actual serious promise.
“I bought lube, too,” Kirill says.
He’s grinning at me, and he looks way less nervous about this than I am.
“You said you bought something each?” I ask.
“Yes,” Dom says.
He moves to the box and takes out a pair of high heeled boots. They’re ankle boots, sexy, pointed toes, and high heels. “These are so you can walk on me because you’ve said before that I tend to walk all over other people, so this is my turn to take it.”
I stare at him.
He shrugs. “I gave you shit when we first met, now you can take your revenge.”
What the hell does Tino have in store for me? I turn to him, and he smirks. He takes out a silk rope. Then a second one. Finally, with a flourish, he produces a polaroid style camera.
“This prints out instant photos or stickers,” he explains as he waves the camera in the air. “So now you get to be the voyeur and I’m the subject.”
“You all put a lot of thought into this,” I say slowly. I’m still unsure. Particularly about the shoes because I don’t want to puncture a part of Dom’s anatomy.
“We thought it would be romantic if you could do to us what we sometimes do to you,” Kirill says.
“I mean, you could have just brought me flowers if you’d wanted to be romantic.” I laugh.
“You don’t like it?” Kirill’s face falls.
I bite back a further laugh at his almost childlike expression.
“I like it. Although, it seems like this might be as much for you as for me.” I let my gaze flow between the three of them.
“It is for all of us.” Dom shrugs. “This is us giving you some of the power for once. It might be hot.”
“Oh, it will be hot,” Tino says. “I can’t wait to be all trussed up by you, Duchess, and photographed like I’m your boy toy.”
“We also got you this.” Dom pulls a bag out of the box and passes it to me.
I sit up, and peer inside and see white tissue paper. I unwrap the tissue and inside it, folded carefully, is a champagne silk teddy. I’ve felt so much like a mom recently and not a sensual woman but, as I hold the silk in my hands and let it run through my fingers, that starts to change.
“Put it on for us, baby,” Dom says.
I scoot off the bed and grab the boots, too, before I rush to the bathroom. I close the door and slide off my thong before putting the silk negligee on. Then I bend down and pull the boots on. Finally, I spritz some perfume, rinse with mouthwash, and apply a thick coat of lip gloss.
Not wanting to accidentally give Dom a puncture wound, I quickly google how to walk on someone with heels and find that the best thing to do in order not to kill him is one foot at a time, using the heels as a way of giving him the pain he wants without having my whole body weight on him.
I check my reflection and smile.
Staring at myself in the full-length bathroom mirror, I see a hint of the sensual woman I used to be. My breasts look full and firm in the low-cut neckline. The panties are cut high on the leg and the waist cinches in to give me curves that might still be a little softer in places but look damn good in this sexy underwear.
The color complements my blonde hair and sun-kissed skin and, for the first time in a long time, I feel truly beautiful.
Blowing myself a kiss, I turn and head out of the bathroom to my men.