Page 10 of Make Believe

I have a lot of power in my life. But it’s a long time since I actually feltpowerful.

“Be a doll for me, Kiki,” I murmur.

“Yes, Daddy,” he rasps back.

His spine stiffens and he sits up straighter in my lap. At the same time, his facial expression becomes more neutral and his gaze slides to the middle distance. His hands relax with slightly curved fingers, his arms dropping so they’re by his sides. I sense his core working to keep himself upright, so I wrap my arm around his waist to help steady him, taking a moment to marvel at his beauty.

“Can you say something else for me, pretty doll?”

“Please, Daddy,” he says obediently, still looking ahead.

I run my free hand up his arm, across his chest, up his neck, and cup the side of his jaw. He doesn’t move a muscle, allowing me to touch him however I want, just like he said.

Gently I turn his head so he’s now facing me, and our eyes meet again. He doesn’t blink.

I drag my fingers down his throat, feeling his slight Adam’s apple, trailing my hand lower, over his stomach…

I pause at the top of his thigh, but he remains as still as a statue. So I take the opportunity to see if I have any interest in touching another man’s cock. Back in my youth, I pretty much just let the other guy tend to himself while I took care of business from behind. But everything about Kiki is so pretty, it’s drawing me in. I find myself wanting to explore.

Slipping my hand under the fluffy hem of the gauzy black dress, I skim my fingers over his warm skin until I find lace. He’s not small and clearly aroused, which does my ego good. His immobility makes me feel emboldened. Like I’m free to experiment without the fear of fucking anything up. I know he’s a stranger who I’m never going to see again, but my pride is telling me that I want this to be as good for him as it is for me. It’s as if he’s given me a gift by allowing me to play with him like this.

I don’t want to disappoint him.

My palm strokes the full-feeling curve of his member under the lace. It’s obviously different from what I’m used to, but I’m surprised to realize that the sentiment is the same. I want to touch him so he feels good.

“Do you like that, pretty doll?” I mumble against his lips. He still doesn’t move, but I see the goose bumps on his skin and feel a rush of satisfaction.

“I love it, Daddy.” His eyes are still locked on mine where I left him. I’m not even sure if he’s blinked. I fondle his junk, almost daring him to react. But he doesn’t, he just holds my gaze.

“Do you want more?” I ask, feeling my heart thumping in my chest.

“Yes, Daddy,” he whispers. It’s like he’s punch drunk for me.

It turns out I love having my very own human doll to play with.

I see no reason to take this party elsewhere. Plus, I’m eager to see how Kiki responds to me moving him around. So I slip one arm under his knees and tighten my grip around his waist, leaning forward and encouraging him to stand. He does so, barely even swaying on the spot as I let him go.

He’s mine. Mine, mine,all mine.

My pulse racing, I knock back the rest of my whiskey and place the glass down on a coaster that’s resting on a small coffee table next to the armchair I’d been sitting in. Looking around, I find both a bowl of condoms and sachets of lube within reach. Jason and Markus always do take care of their guests well.

Knowing I’m all set to go, I just have to decide where I want my new-found toy.

Licking my lips, I look him up and down. He still hasn’t moved, although he’s just as beautiful as when I first laid eyes on him. I allow myself a second to pause and consider if this is something I’m genuinely interested in before I take the plunge. My cock is certainly hard, but am I attracted to this young man? Do I really want to take advantage of him in front of these people?

I trust them. No one here would ever betray me. Jason and Markus vet their guests thoroughly. But more than that, people here are generally aware of who I am. They know it wouldn’t be worth their lives to fuck with me. Unlike back in that ballroom, here, I am invincible.

Besides, Kiki has given me very clear consent with the added guarantee that either of us can back out anytime. The thing I can’t deny no matter how much my head wants to puzzle it…isthat I’m really attracted to him. I’m practically vibrating at the idea of getting my hands on him, of using him like he offered to make myself feel good.

I wanted authentic. He’s just come and sat in my lap, called me Daddy, and begged me to fuck him. It doesn’t get more transparent than that. He was open with his kink, and I really,reallywant to play. It doesn’t matter that physically he’s not quite what I’m used to.

Right now, all that matters is that he belongs to me.

With a sudden surge of energy, I rise up and wrap my hand around his throat, holding just tight enough for him to know I’m there. He doesn’t flinch. Of course he doesn’t.

“You’remine,”I snarl. “I own you. I can do whatever I want to you.”

“Yes, Daddy,” he rasps, his gaze unblinking. I feel the words vibrating against my palm. My cock is throbbing harder in my pants.

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