Page 16 of Make Believe

“Correct answer, baby doll,” I say, my voice low and full of promise.

Over the past few days, whenever I’d imagined seeing Kiki again, I’d planned on taking him to a hotel. But now that the perfect scenario has fallen into my lap, I fully intend on making the most of it.

There is a small voice in the back of my mind, though, that gives me pause. How much of my life do I want to share with this kinky little minx? If this goes sour, I have about a thousand percent more to lose than he does.

In that moment, however, I remember that what brought me here was an overpowering desire for authenticity. If I’m going to do this, I don’t see any point in holding back. It’s not like I intend on giving the boy my bank details, but I also don’t particularly feel like sneaking around at hotels, either. Besides, not only would that increase our potential of being seen by someone who might question the nature of our relationship, it would also limit our time together.

I don’t want another brief fling.

I want to indulge.

“What naughty things did you have in mind, Daddy?” he prompts me.

“Give me an address you’d like to be picked up from,” I tell him. “I’ll send a driver to collect you on Friday evening. If all goes well, I want you to be mine until Sunday night.”

There’s awhooshdown the line as he exhales. For a second, I worry that I might have pushed him too far and asked too much. Then I chide myself for this irritating insecurity I keep displaying. I’ve told him what I want. If that’s not in line with his desires, he’s free to let me know. This is all completely consensual, after all.

“Oh,Daddy,”he whispers. “We’re going to have so much fun. I hope you’re going to buy me some nice things, too, like you promised. I’ll be your perfect doll. You can play with me however you want. I’m yours.”

Christ, I’m not going to be able to leave this meeting room anytime soon, am I? I press the heel of my palm against my throbbing cock. But it doesn’t do much good. My imagination is already running away thinking about all the delicious things I want to do to that boy’s beautiful body.

“Are you going to be pretty for Daddy?” I murmur.

“So pretty,” he hisses like a snake. It makes me think of an anaconda. He’s wrapping himself around me, and I’m just letting him squeeze me for all I’ve got with absolutely no regrets.

I’ll spoil him. I’ll pamper him. I don’t care if he’s using me, because we’re being honest and I’m using him right back. There’s no way an arrangement like this can last very long, so I intend to play the game every second I can.

Down the line, I hear voices and the banging of a door. “I’ve got to go, Daddy,” he whispers so quietly I barely hear him. God, that turns me on. He’s my beautiful dirty secret, and only mine.

“Good boy,” I tell him softly. “Text me the address you want to be picked up from, and Daddy will take care of everything.”

He giggles before ending the call. The sudden silence in the room envelops me, but I quite like being alone with just my thoughts for a moment. This gorgeous creature is giving himself over to me for two days and nights. I will own him as my toyto pleasure myself with. The rush of power and dominance does nothing to help with my raging erection.

Without overthinking it, I grab my folio that will serve as enough of a protective shield to get me back to my office so hopefully no one will notice my predicament. Then I’m locking myself in my private bathroom, where my right hand and I are going to have a one-to-one so I can start planning just exactly how I’m going to enjoy my beautiful doll this weekend.

CHAPTER 7

Kadence

I can’t believethis is actually working. I’m giddy with excitement. This is exactly the kind of opportunity I was looking for. McKenna is bringing me to his goddamnedhouse.I thought he might want a quickie at a hotel at most. But this is next level. I’m going to be able to get so much dirt on him.

Plus, you know, he’s hot. He’s clearly not new to being dominant, and I don’t think I’m the first person to call him ‘Daddy.’ But for someone who says he didn’t know what it meant to have a doll to play with, he certainly took to it fast. Oh, yeah. This bastard likes to control things. Let’s see how out of control he feels when I splash all his dirty laundry all over the internet.

“If you don’t text me regularly,” Jessie threatens beside me, “I’m calling Sheriff Chancey. No, I’ll get Nim to rally the Cardinals, and we’ll just storm the building and drag you out, understood?”

I chuckle and wrap my arm around my friend. We’re standing outside Toe Beans, the cat café his Daddy, Nim, owns. The Cardinals are his biker family, and it wouldn’t be the first time they’d joined forces to rescue a boy, from what I’ve heard. So I don’t doubt Jessie’s sincerity.

“I’ll be fine,” I assure him yet again. “But yes, I promise I’ll keep in touch so you know I haven’t been murdered by the scary stranger.”

I haven’t told my friends everything. They certainly don’t know that my new sugar Daddy is Logan’s father or that I’m planning on ruining the entire family’s reputation just to get back at my ex-fuck buddy. But Jessie does know that I’m being whisked away for a weekend of sin by my new amour that I met at the party I went to.

I secretly love that he’s worried about me, but it’s not something I’m used to. My parents haven’t reached out once to check that I’m still alive since I left home, simply relying on hearing occasionally from my sister that we’re both okay. Jessie’s concern makes me feel awkward and itchy.

Instead of trying to articulate how I’m feeling, I simply hug him tighter and kiss his cheek. A shiny black car is approaching, and I glance at the number plate to confirm it’s the one McKenna sent for me.

I’m fully aware that my intentions with this man are nefarious. But it is pretty awesome that he insisted on having me picked up from a public place to respect the privacy of my home. Jessie agreed that was a bit assuring, along with the fact that we met at a very public party. But he’s still fretting that it might have all been a ploy and that my date could still be a serial killer. McKenna might be a bastard, but I think I’m going to be safe enough at his house.

“I’ll give you all the juicy details when I get home, okay?” I promise my friend.

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