2. Domenic
Chapter 2
Domenic
Mackenzie slips out of the bathroom, and the sight of her punches me in the chest. She looks like a damn goddess. Her hair is shiny and thick, the lingerie hugs her incredible curves, and her skin glows. I didn’t think it was possible for her to be any more beautiful, but she is.
It was weird at first, living here in my father’s apartment, but now this truly feels like home. My father has Lucy often and loves to spend time with her. He’s soft with her in a way he never was with me. It’s as if she’s brought out a new side to him.
We share this space that used to be his, and it is perfect for us. Nataniele has settled in upstairs, quite happily it seems.
Our Duchess sashays toward us, and I groan in anticipation of what’s to come. The lingerie caresses her in a waterfall of silk and moves with her. It’s sensual and classy, but the boots and the extra thick layer of lip gloss she’s put on add a trashy touch that I love.
Those boots will be causing me some pain soon, and I can’t wait.
“Which one of you reprobates wants your punishment first?” She smiles, a hand on one jutted out hip, looking as if she’s about to let mayhem loose on us.
“I’m easy,” I say but I’m secretly hoping she picks me.
“I think I should tie Tino up first. Naked. He can lie there, unable to move, only able to watch, and he can think about all the times he’s filmed people without their permission. And, he can say sorry for that if he wants any relief.”
Tino swallows hard but nods.
“Undress him,” she says to Kirill.
“Me?” His brows shoot up.
“Yes, you. Do you think I’m going to do all the work here?”
She laughs and shakes her head as if we’re foolish boys not grown men.
Kirill walks over to Tino and starts to undress him. They avoid eye contact, and Mackenzie smiles.
“Oh, suddenly so shy now, aren’t you, Tino?”
Fucking hell. She’s getting into this a bit too much. Part of me fears we might have awakened a monster, but the other part welcomes it if so. My dark little heart likes vindictive Mackenzie … a lot.
When Tino is down to his boxers, Mackenzie points to his erection, and the damp patch on the material. “Guess you like being undressed by Kirill while we all watch. Take his boxers down Kirill and use the ropes to tie him to the bed. I trust you know some secure knots?”
Kirill barks out a laugh. “Yes, some very good and secure knots.”
He pulls down Tino’s boxers. Tino’s cock slaps against his stomach, the head shiny with pre-cum.
“Lie on your back, arms over your head,” she instructs.
Tino does exactly that, his erection jutting out from his body. Kirill moves to the headboard, securing Tino’s wrists to the metal struts using the silk rope. Tino groans and lifts his hips, as though he’s already desperate for someone to touch him. I have the feeling he’s going to lose his mind by the time it’s his turn.
Kirill has made quick work of tying Tino up and he turns to Mackenzie. “What now, Kukla ?”
“Now, I want you to sit over there in the corner and be quiet, while I deal with Dom.”
I draw a breath at the mention of my name. My cock is already hard, and it’s taken all my self-control not to touch myself. I want to make this last.
“Undress,” she orders me. “Then lie on your back, on the floor.”
I don’t think I’ve ever taken my clothes off so quickly. I might not cut myself anymore, but I still love pain. The sharp, sweet, sting of a pinch to my skin is an indulgence I still allow myself. I also have a band I wear around my wrist sometimes and I love to snap it against the flesh there. Hard.
When I’m naked, I lie on the floor and turn my face toward Mackenzie. She walks slowly over to me and runs the edge of the sole of one boot right up the side of my cock. It’s slightly rough and cold. My cock jerks, and I let out a small moan. I clench my fists to stop from grabbing my length and masturbating while she attends to me.
She lifts her foot and places the heel of her boot right over my thigh, slowly pressing down. At first, she keeps the weight on the ball of her foot, but as she slowly lets the pressure equalize and her weight transfers to the heel the pain begins in earnest.
I suck in a breath. Christ, it’s more painful than I had imagined, and it has me as hard as nails. Pre-cum leaks from my slit, and I wonder if she’ll place the heel against my dick.
“How’s this?” she asks.
My voice is strangled as I manage a pathetic, “Good.”
Mackenzie removes her foot, and my stomach dips in disappointment as the sharp stabbing vanishes with it. I want to demand she puts it back, but then she moves around me and gives my other thigh the same treatment.
She holds my gaze as she questions, “And this?”
Unable to speak, I just nod. Fuck. I could lie here all day with her doing this. I’m in fucking heaven. I can sense the gazes of the other two as well, watching every moment. Tino has lifted his head and shoulders as well as he can from the bed, and Kirill sits in the corner, licking his lips with anticipation. They must be able to see how hard I am.
Slowly and surely, she works her way around my body. Her heel digs into my chest, my shoulder, my abs. She’s careful and controlled, but she puts enough pressure on me for it to hurt so good.
“Is it leaving marks?” I ask, my voice breathless.
She bites her lower lip as she presses the heel into my lower stomach, right next to my cock. “Such beautiful marks. You can go and look in the mirror later. If you’re good.”
“Yes, Duchess.”
She smiles down at me. “Good boy.”
My cock jerks again. Jesus, I knew I liked pain, but I had no idea that there was a hidden submissive side in me.
She works her way all over me and, when she reaches the top of my body again, she straddles me, one foot at the top of my head, and the other balanced on my upper pec.
Standing diagonally over me this way, I am looking up at her silk-covered pussy, and there’s a damp spot. She’s enjoying this, too.
When she slowly presses her heel into my pec, she goes farther than she has before. As the point digs in harder, and deeper, and oh-so-perfectly painfully, she pulls the silk covering her pussy to one side so all I can see is her pussy spread right above me. I can smell her arousal on the air.
The scent of her desire, her swollen pussy displayed so obscenely above me like this, and the pain sends me over the edge.
With a shocked cry, I jolt as fire races up my spine. My balls tighten, and hot cum races up my cock. My cock kicks and then spurts jets of my seed all over me. I fucking climaxed without even being touched as Mackenzie moans and starts to rub her clit.
“Jesus, Dom. That’s so hot,” she says, touching herself.
When I’m finished, she lifts her foot from my pec and puts her silky covering back in place.
“Now, then,” she says, “Kirill next.”
She walks into the bathroom, leaving me panting on the floor and returns with some tissue. “Clean yourself up, you filthy boy.”
She turns and walks away from me, leaving me covered in drying cum on the floor. I grin to myself like a fool.
I have just fallen even deeper in love.