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“I hate that they touched you.” Tino’s voice is dark and angry.
Dom lifts her foot to his mouth and kisses her toes. “I want to lick everywhere their hands were on you and make them disappear.”
“You can,” she says, but there’s a hesitancy in her tone.
“Baby, you don’t have to do anything but let us hold you,” Dom says.
The pet name jars me. Since when does he call her baby?
I take a seat and watch them.
“I think I want you to. I want their touch washed from me. By you.” She glances around. “By all of you.”
I blurt my thoughts. “It wasn’t just their touch, though, was it Kukla? It was mine, too.”
She frowns. “Kirill, I didn’t mean it that way, and you know that.”
I don’t know anything anymore, but I don’t answer.
Tino runs his hands up her sweater, lifting it until her beautiful breasts are revealed. She’s not wearing a bra, and he trails his fingers over her nipples, and she shivers as they peak.
I’m hard already, but I don’t move to join in. Every time I think about touching her, I see those men coming on us. On her. On me. I picture her cuffed by the throat to the bars while I fuck her and other men watch. I played my part in that. They made her show them her pussy so they could see my cum dripping from her—my cum.
I can’t seem to do anything but sit here, watching.
Dom looks at me. “You want to come join the party?”
“Nah, I’m good. You know I like to watch.”
It’s true. Tino might be a voyeur who films things, but they know I like to go after them sometimes, and mark her with my cum. Dom nods, clearly buying what I said.
Tino pinches her nipples and pulls on them, elongating them, and when he lets go, they’re tightened nubs. She moans, the sound going directly to my cock.
“You like that, huh?” Tino says. “Me playing with these gorgeous tits.”
She nods. Her eyes are different, though. I can see she’s struggling to ground herself in this room, with them. Her mind is going back to the basement the same way mine is. This is fucked up. Wrong.
They need to give her some time.
“You don’t have to do this, Kukla,” I say.
She looks at me. “I do, Kirill. I need this.”
I get what she means. If she doesn’t do this, she might never do it again. She needs to claim her pleasure back from them, from that fucking place. I should, too, but I simply can’t.
I’m frozen, a statue watching the scene unfold in front of me. I’m hard, but intellectually, I’m distant, unaffected.
Tino keeps playing with her nipples until they are red and swollen. I bet they ache. I bet she’d like a warm mouth on them, to soothe them.
Dom must be thinking the same thing because he gently moves Mackenzie’s legs from him and crawls up her body. Tino holds her tits up, offering them to Dom. He bends his head and sucks a nipple into his mouth.
She gasps, and her eyes flutter closed. I can’t read her emotions this way, with her eyes shut. So instead, I focus on her tits, and what Dom and Tino are doing to them.
Dom releases one nipple with a pop and moves to the next, leaving the one he’s just suckled crinkling in the cool air.
Tino massages the sides of her tits, as Dom works her nipples until they are deep red and she’s moaning and whimpering.
“You seem all hot and bothered, Duchess,” Tino whispers in her ear. “Do you need some attention on your pussy?”
