Page 82 of Kiss, Kill, Thrill Me, Daddy

I arch my back, seeking any form of contact, but in the end, I’m simply fucking the air. “Tatum,” I groan.

“I’m going to take the blindfold off, but before I do ...” His lips are against mine. It isn’t the most passionate kiss we’ve shared, but it’s one that makes my heart beat faster. “If this ends up being too much for you, tell me, and we can just fuck in our cabin instead.”

“What are you talking about? Where are we?”

Instead of answering, Tatum removes the blindfold, and I have to close my eyes, because the sun is far too bright. I blink a few times, trying to acclimate to the sudden flash of sunlight. Once I’ve finally gotten my bearings, I suck in a sharp breath. Everyone is here. We’re in the middle of the parking lot, lying on top of an old folding table. A sheet has been spread out beneath me, and there’s a bottle of lube resting beside my head. Tatum is staring down at me with a worried expression, but I’m not sure what he’s so worried about. Lifting my hand, I touch the side of his face.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

“Well, see, the thing is ...” Closing his eyes, he nods as if he’s amping himself up to respond. “I thought instead of wasting money on a honeymoon, we could just have one right here.” His lips curve upward in a sly smirk. “I figured, with as many times as you’ve drugged me against my will?—”

“Nyet,” I growl at him. “Never against your will.”

He’s feigning a pout, puffing his bottom lip out. “Always against my will, Daddy. You put that nasty little serum in meand did unspeakable things to my asshole. Honestly, I should probably turn you into the authorities.”

“Why don’t you?”

He glances down at my cock. “I’d miss your unnecessarily large penis,” he says matter-of-factly. “Anyway, I figured it was time to repay the favor by drugging you and doing unspeakable things toyourasshole this time.”

I swallow, because I’m not sure what that means. “Come again?”

“Trust me. I will.” He gives me another quick kiss. “And if you ask really nicely, you will too." He slides a finger between my cheeks, making me shiver. "I’m going to fuck you, Abi. I’m going to fuck you in front of everyone we know—aside from my immediate family—and you’re going to take it.” He’s saying it loud enough for everyone to hear, but the surety in his voice isn’t present in his eyes. He leans down, bringing his lips to my ear, and whispers, “If that’s okay with you. Honestly, it’s fine if you don’t?—”

“Tatum,” I say, interrupting him mid-sentence. “If you wish to fuck me, then fuck me.” He pulls away and stares into my eyes as if he’s trying to gauge my sincerity. “My body belongs to you. My heart and hole are yours. Do with them as you please.”

“You’re sure?”

I look around the parking lot at a sea of familiar faces. Brody. Scotty. The Bens. Meadows. Hitmen from the agency. Every person who means anything to me is present—aside from Tatum’s parents, and Fiona—and the realization that every person I know and love has seen me fully erect makes my dick jump in anticipation. Looking down at it, I watch as a bead of pre-cum pearls at the tip. I arch an eyebrow at Tatum, darting my gaze back and forth between my cock and him, and I flash him a smile.

“Does that answer your question?” I ask, reaching down and collecting the droplet on my thumb. I hold it out for him, because every drop belongs to my husband.

My husband. Fuck. Part of me still cannot believe this is real. I’ve done nothing to earn the little one’s love, but there it is, radiating out of him like the sun’s rays, warming me up with his affection.

He takes my thumb into his mouth, shelling his tongue around me, sucking every trace of pre-cum from my skin. The look on his face is one I want to see for the rest of my life. He stares at me like the fate of the world depends on this moment. I take his hand and guide it to my cock, slowly stroking up, then down. Letting go, I bring my hands behind my head, leaving myself completely vulnerable. My pleasure belongs to him. I will come when Tatum allows it, not a moment before.

His hand slowly works my shaft as he leans down and takes my nipple into his mouth, biting down harshly, making me cry out. Just as quickly as the pain strikes, it fades to pleasure as his tongue soothes the skin he’s just bitten. His other hand journeys south, and at first I think he might stroke my cock, but he just keeps reaching lower, past my taint, right to the base of my crack.

“Today, this little spot down here ...” His fingers dive between my cheeks and he rubs my entrance roughly. “Is my dick’s new home.”

I nod, wanting that. Needing it more than I’ve ever needed anything. “Please?” His touch is agony and pure, unfiltered bliss. His finger presses firmer against me, and I gasp when the tip enters. Arching my back, I bear down, welcoming him home. “Oh, fuck, Tatum.” We’re both staring down at his hand like it’s the most incredible sight we’ve ever seen. “Baby?”

He looks at me, his eyes half-lidded. “Yeah?” he breathes.

“Kiss me?” I watch as a smile spreads across his face, and his face is inching closer to mine, but I quickly shake my head. “No. Not there.” I glance down at his hand nestled against my ass. “Kiss me there. Get me ready for you.”

His eyes darken and a growl escapes him. Lifting his leg, Tatum climbs onto the table, removing his finger from my hole.He presses my legs against my chest and motions for me to hold them. If it means getting his tongue inside me for the first time, I’m happy to oblige.

“Are you going to fuck him or not?” Brody calls, pulling me out of the moment. I tilt my head in time to see the group of men moving closer. They don’t stop until they’ve formed a circle around us. Every eye is locked on us as we prepare to perform the most intimate act in front of them. They’re going to see Tatum take my bottoming virginity, and it’s a realization that makes me throb. “Get the goddamn show on the road.”

I arch a brow. “You seem terribly invested in witnessing me taking a cock. If you are feeling sexual gratification at the sight of me, I must insist you leave.” I press a hand to Tatum's heart. “He will never fuck me. You have my word. I only have eyes for you sweetheart.”

While I expect a warm reaction, Tatum simply glares at me. “You’re pulling us out of the scene. You know I need to focus so I don’t get self conscious during public play. Dammit, Abi.”

“Slap me,” I growl. “Leave a mark. It will make you feel better.” Thankfully, he obliges, his palm stinging something fierce when it connects. I lunge forward, smashing our lips together. As we kiss, Brody’s blabbering on beside us, completely spoiling the mood. I break the kiss and shoot him a questioning look. “What?”

Brody rolls his eyes. “I said, I’m only doing this because queer boy needs to get his daily nut. It ain’t got a goddamn thing to do with you. I don’t want to fuck you, man. I don’t know how many times I have to say it. I’m just helping my fuckin’ friend. So, you just lie there and take his fuckin’ cock like a good boy. Some of us have plans!”

Tatum gasps and his eyes lock with Brody's. “Friends? We’re friends?” Is that hope I hear in his voice? “I’m your friend?”

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