CHAPTER 14
Tallis
Oliver isstunning.
I’ve never experienced emotions like these before as August and I step back, watching our guests start to gently touch him. Before I met my husband, I was already well known on my local kink scene. But I still remember the first time I shared him after we started seriously dating.
For an alarming moment, I wondered if my jealousy would get the better of me. A caveman-like urge had reared its head, demanding that I scare anyone else away from the man I was already falling in love with. Thankfully, I was able to pull my head out of my ass and realize that watching other men pleasure August only strengthened my love and desire for him.
After spending almost all our adult lives together, there isn’t an ounce of insecurity left in me when it comes to him. And I think that’s why this struck both of us as the most perfect, outlandish way to prove to our little treat that we’re just crazy about him. There’s no jealousy on my part and I can’t feel any from August, either. Only pride, affection, and a hell of a lot of arousal.
If Oliver can’t see what we see after all these lustful Daddies have their way with him, I’m not sure what else can be done.
I pause as there’s a moment where he looks away from the gaggle surrounding him, clearly searching for something.
For us.
I wrap my arm around August’s waist as our boy’s eyes light up. Was he checking that we were still nearby? That we were watching and already enjoying the show? Hopefully he can see that’s all very true. The pretty little smile he gives us as his shoulders relax a fraction tells me he does.
“Have fun, darling,” I mouth to him, then glance at my husband. August is hungrily drinking in the unfolding scene with a hand resting on his chest, like his heart can’t take it. Knowing him like I do, this will be a gift to him, even more so than his birthday. Seeing that his baby boy trusts him enough to put on a show for us with men he’s only just met will do more for all of us more than any words could accomplish.
Kink isn’t a lifestyle for everyone. To an outsider, this might seem like the opposite of intimacy.
But that’s why those kinds of people aren’t invited.
As Oliver is led over to the chaise lounge we bought specifically for the occasion, I encourage my Augie Pie toward a comfy seat by the dining table. I get him settled and position myself behind the chair so I can take care of him without missing a moment of Oliver’s experience. It gives me a thrill thinking about that young man I met only a few weeks ago whose experience was vanilla as it comes.
Now he’s the centerpiece of a decedent orgy and already looking like he’s loving every second. I also can’t help but think he’s put on a little bit of weight in the short time since we met him, which makes me happier than almost anything else. It proves that August and I are already taking care of him, and doing it well.
The Daddies have laid him down with a pillow under his head and his limbs draping off the back and side of the half-sofa.His decorative sash has already slipped away, and they waste no time as they begin touching our boy all over with their lips and fingertips.
“Kiki, my sweet?” Rafferty McKenna asks his doll over the throbbing music and sounds of pleasure humming from several throats already. “Would you like to taste the little treat? He looks delicious. Why don’t you make him good and hard for Daddy?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Kiki replies, using one of her standard responses. “Thank you, Daddy.” She effortlessly sweeps her own gauze aside and she folds to her knees, moaning as she takes our boy’s cock down her throat in one easy swallow.
I groan as Oliver gasps, leaning over August’s shoulders to murmur into his ear. “Doesn’t he already look decadent, my love?”
August nods, not taking his eyes off the group gathered around our little treat. I made sure everyone had crystal clear instructions of how I wanted this scene to play out before they even arrived at the house. The idea is to have everything unfold as naturally as possible, and the only talking I really want them to do is praising him.
So I wouldn’t say I can fully relax, because I still consider the enjoyment of everyone in attendance to be my responsibility, especially Oliver’s. But I can at least take a step back and appreciate the fruits of my efforts, and I don’t just mean organizing the party tonight.
It was me who decided to surprise my wonderful husband with a gift like this. It was me who didn’t give up when it seemed unlikely I would find the unicorn I was searching for. And it was me whodiduncover such a precious, hidden gem such as Oliver Carver. I deserve a moment to lord over this scene that I’ve made possible. For a fleeting moment, I allow myself to feel like a god.
As Oliver is kissed and touched and sucked, I reach down and squeeze one of August’s pecs, rubbing my thumb over his nippleto get it hard. We both stare as our guests become more aroused, and I take the opportunity to pour a glass of wine for myself and my husband.
No one is going to rush tonight. We’re all going to take our time. So it’s okay if August and I pace ourselves to begin with. I trust everyone here not to imbibe too much, but I’ll probably still limit myself to the one glass so I can make sure nothing goes awry.
We sip our wine, August seated on the chair like a king on a throne, me resting on his shoulders, making sure I’m constantly touching him in between handfeeding him tidbits from the feast. He sucks my fingers with every morsel, making me harder than I already am.
The scene playing out before us is like something plucked from one of my most erotic dreams. Our guests have turned Oliver onto his hands and knees on the chaise lounge and are already getting down to business. It doesn’t surprise me that Rick Bryant has pushed his way to the front of the queue. He’s my kind of asshole Daddy.
The thought that Iama Daddy makes me pause for a second. Ever since I discovered what kink was, I have always been Master or Sir, even when I was a bratty young man still finding my way. My position—figuratively if not literally—is to always be on top. To be in charge.
But right now, I’m struck by the sudden desire to have Oliver call me Daddy again tonight. Not now with everyone around, of course. I’m obviously his Master, the Master of all here. This is my domain and I will rule it with a firm hand.
But later. When quietness has descended. When it’s nothing but our three, worn out bodies carefully intertwined…it both startles and amuses me that in that moment, I know I’ll want to be Daddy Tallis again.
Remarkable.