The next night we were on the night train to Venice. Daddy thought it would be romantic, but sex in the train's tiny sleeper cabin was more awkward and funny than erotic. I also had to be quiet, so we didn't get complaints. But I was still so busy soaking him up I couldn't even complain that much.

After making me cum a bunch, I curled up next to him in the tiny bed.

"So we're going to be married in a few days," I said, running my fingers through his chest hair.

"You're running out of time to bail, Kitten," he said, trying to make a joke. I thumped...