Page 81 of Kiss, Kill, Thrill Me, Daddy

When the wedding’s over and Abi is officially Abdulov St. James, our family scatters around the parking lot like hornets at a hive. There’s a long table just off to the side, covered in a vast selection of snacks. Abi takes my hand and leads me away from the chaos, guiding me toward our cabin.

“We will need to head back out there soon, but I wanted to show you something,” he says. I follow Abi into our bungalow, my hole twitching in anticipation. Even if we can’t fuck until the crowd disperses, I want a few moments with his finger inside me, reminding me I belong to him. Abi’s already one step ahead of me, sucking his finger and getting it wet for me. Once it’s done, he snakes his arm around my back and delves between my cheeks. His finger touches my hole gently, giving it a loving stroke. “Deep breath, sweetheart. Here it comes.”

I follow his instruction, inhaling deeply as he enters me. His fingertip touches my prostate, making my body shake. It’s been so long since I’ve had him inside me, it’s as if my body is making up for lost time, sending rushes of pleasure through me like an electrical current. Abi points at my prayer closet and smiles. “Your surprise is in there. Brody and Scotty organized it while we were drugged.”

When I open the closet door, I gasp. There are a few new additions to the closet, the largest of which is Benito Blankenship. His hands are bound together, as are his legs. He’s kneeling in the corner, his face downturned.

“Nito?”

He blinks a few times before looking up, and when he does, he doesn’t look as hateful as before. He looks exhausted. Emotionally drained. There are tears in his eyes and he’s trying to speak, but his mouth has been gagged.

“Brody says it’s our decision what we’d like to do to him. I leave that decision in your hands, little one. If you would like me to kill him, I am happy to oblige.” Nito makes a panicked sound, but I ignore it, unable to look away from Abi. “If you do not have it in you to allow the man to die, that is fine, too.”

“Daddy,” I murmur. I’m at a loss. My tormentor is captive in my closet, and I get to decide if he lives or dies. As much as I hate him for what he’s done to me and to the Bens, I don’t know if I could live with myself if I asked Abi to end his life. “Can I think it over?”

Abi smiles at me. “My love, he is not going anywhere. There’s no rush.” He reaches past me, flipping a small LED lamp and illuminating Rinna’s altar. When I look down at my Goddess, I gasp, because she isn’t alone. There, right beside Lisa Rinna’s face, is a picture of me. Abi’s taken a picture of me in a speedo and framed it.

I watch as he picks up the bedazzled lighter he bought me and lights both of my rose-scented candles. He kisses the tip of his finger and presses it against Lisa Rinna’s forehead. Kissing his finger again, he places the tip against my smirking face in the photo.

“I hope this is not too strange for you,” he says, his voice low.

“I don’t understand what’s happening,” I admit, because I don’t. I’m at a complete loss.

“I made a promise to a deity once,” he says. “After the accident, I told him, if he allowed me to see your face one last time, I would pledge to him my eternal soul.” He turns to face me, tears in his eyes. “It was you, sweetheart. When the world went black around me, it was your face I saw. Comforting me. Welcoming me home.Youare my God, Tatum. My Goddess. You’re myeverything. I will worship you from this day forward. When you pray to your reality television icon, I will pray to you.”

“Abi,” I say, my voice breaking. “I don’t understand how any of this is real.” Reaching him, I cup his face, whimpering as he strokes my prostate. “Stuff like this doesn’t happen to people like me. Before you kidnapped me?—”

“I do not kidnap, Tatum?—”

I slap his face softly, my cock thickening as his eyes go dark and sinister. “I know; I just like saying it. As I was saying, before you kidnapped me, I was so fucking lonely. This asshole stole my boyfriends, but he also stole my confidence. You gave that back to me. You give it back to me day after day when you treat me like I’m a queen.”

“Because you are,” he insists. “My queen.”

I sniffle. “I still don’t know how much I believe that, but I know you wouldn’t lie to me, so I’m going to try to convince myself it’s true.”

“I will remind you as many times as it takes.” He leans in, his lips parting. When our mouths connect, it feels like coming home. Like all the hurt we’ve experienced along the way has simply been speedbumps meant to get us to this precise moment, in this exact place. He kisses me with abandon like he’s trying to convince me he’s in this just as deeply as I am. I don’t need to be convinced, though.

I am his. He is mine.

Abi

I do not know where the little one is. Shortly after showing him his present, he advised me he needed to use the restroom. That was over an hour ago, so unless Tatum has come down with food poisoning, there’s no reason for it to take this long.

On the other side of the parking lot, a reception is taking place. There’s music and merriment, but I’m unable to appreciate any of it, because the longer he’s away from me, the more worried I become. The panic is too much to handle, so, despite Brody’s repeated insistence that Tatum is a grown man and he can take care of himself, I set out to find him.

I check our cabin as well as Brody and Scotty’s. When my search comes up fruitless, I head to the motel’s lobby, but the only thing I find inside is Barb napping behind the front desk. Next, I check the restroom, but the only person in the room is Scotty. He’s sitting on the counter beside the sink, saying nothing. He does not acknowledge my presence, even after I wave and ask if he’s seen Tatum. When it’s clear I won’t be getting any answers from Scotty, I approach the urinal, unzipping my pants and fishing out my cock. I’ve had a few glasses of wine morning and afternoon, so I’m practically bursting at the seams. Once I’m done, I shake the last few droplets away and slide my dick into my underwear.

Before I can zip my slacks, there’s a sharp pain in the side of my neck, and then the world goes dark around me.

“You’re sure about this?” a man says, though I cannot see his face. I cannot see anything at all. I believe I may be blindfolded, but it’s as if there is a fog inside my head, and I can’t find my way out. A hand touches my cock, which, for reasons I do not understand, seems to be exposed. My skin is warm, and it takes me a moment to realize I am completely naked. “I gave him one of the milder blends, so he’ll be waking up soon. There’s still time to change your mind.” Meadows?

“Absolutely.” It is a voice I would know anywhere. The only voice I want to hear for the rest of my life. My little one. Tatum’s hand wraps around my cock, stroking me slowly. His touch is like static, popping and sizzling against my skin. “Baby?”

“Tatum?”

Something wet touches the head of my cock. His tongue. I know the sensation well. I’ve memorized how his mouth feels byheart. His lips wrap my shaft, and he takes me to the base, ripping a moan out of me. When he pulls off, his lips press firm against the underside of my shaft, leaving trails of soft, delicate kisses along the length. His fingers are massaging my balls at first, but then they fall lower, tickling my taint.

“Full disclosure,” Tatum says, “I’m going to fuck you, Daddy.”

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