Page 18 of Make Believe

He places his hand on the small of my back and takes my suitcase handle once again. Then he ushers me up a staircase made of dark, shiny wood that curves along the wall and around to the second floor. There are gray rugs on the wooden floors and the walls are painted a tasteful sage green.

We soon enter a bedroom decorated mostly in peach tones with an honest-to-god chandelier hanging from the ceiling. I spy an enormous built-in closet with white wooden doors and a large white dressing table with lightbulbs around the mirror like a starlet’s dressing room might have. A balcony opens up to look over the grounds, and there’s a door to an en suite. From this angle, the bathroom looks bigger than my whole room back at the apartment, but I’ll have to investigate that later when McKenna leaves me alone. This space has a beautiful feminine energy to it that I appreciate. I can see myself lounging around here draped in silks and ostrich feathers.

“This will be your room, Kiki,” McKenna informs me as he places my bag at the foot of the bed. “You will not venture anyfarther down the corridor or go upstairs. You will stick to here and downstairs.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I assure him. Yeah, I know it doesn’t make any sense if I’m here to ruin his family name, but until then, I can respect his privacy.

“I will come in here and fuck you whenever I please,” he continues, grinding all my other thoughts to a halt. “You will be my doll for the entirety of your stay. Unless you use your safewords, I will play with you however I like. Your orgasms belong to me. You are not allowed to come until I tell you to. You are absolutely not allowed to touch yourself unless it’s for my viewing pleasure and I instruct you to. You are to be beautiful for me at all times. You will call me Daddy, and for as long as you are here, you will love your Daddy with all your porcelain heart. I will feed you and take care of you. The closet is filled with new clothes that you are to wear for your Daddy. If I don’t tell you what I want you to be in, you have my permission to decide what I think I will like the most. You will exist for my pleasure until I release you on Sunday. Do you understand?”

My heart is racing in my chest and my half-hard cock has visibly thickened to full mast under my dress. I’ve already slipped into doll mode, allowing my gaze to un-focus, and my arms are hanging in neutral by my sides.

“Yes, Daddy,” I say in my doll voice.

He steps back over to me, running his hands over my skin and kissing my neck again. “Good doll,” he says quietly. I’m already drifting away, letting everything go. What happens next isn’t up to me. I give myself freely to this man.

His hands are back under my dress, skimming over my panties. But this time he wastes no time in peeling them off, pushing them down until they fall around my ankles.

“You are to be ready for your Daddy at all times,” he says, licking the shell of my ear. “I will pleasure you, but only if youpleasure Daddy first. I won’t fuck around with too many layers of clothing when I want to play.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I reply automatically.

He’s stroking my dick, rubbing his thumb over the head, and it’s taking more effort than usual not to tremble. I feel like melting into a puddle, but I have to stay strong for him. Usually, it’s easy for me to disassociate. In fact, that’s the whole appeal of doll play. But this man makes me want to scream and beg.

I’m not supposed to be feeling anything at all, though, so I fall back on my doll phrases to try and hurry this first session along. I’m overwhelmed with his intoxicating dominance, and I’m going to need some time alone to get my shit together if I’m going to survive this intense weekend. If I satisfy him, hopefully, he’ll leave me alone to shower and settle in. I can use that time to collect myself.

This is a job, after all. Not a date.

“I love you, Daddy,” I say. Sure enough, that elicits a filthy moan from him.

“Get on your knees, doll,” he rasps.

There’s another rug in here, but I would have bruised my knees for him, anyway. He needs to know he has complete control over me so he trusts me. I kick away my panties before I sink down, using my core to keep my movements as mechanical as possible. As he’s still behind me, I blink a few times. When he can see me, I’ll do my best not to move at all to further the illusion.

I remain motionless as he comes and stands in front of me, already unzipping his pants. Part of our deal is no condoms. I’m on PrEP in any case, but he also showed me his latest medical records and insisted I do the same. He’s probably just covering his own ass so he doesn’t give his wife something nasty, but I have to say it’ll be a thrill to fuck bareback as it’s something I never do.

He’s been inside me before, but this is the first time I’ve seen his cock up close and personal. It’s red and straining, precum already smeared over the bulbous head, the dark vein pronounced, balls large and heavy. I love that his length is nestled in graying dark curls and protruding through his pants and the bottom of his shirt. He’s asserting his dominance by keeping his clothes on.

Gripping the back of my head with one hand, he holds his member with the other and rubs the tip against my lips. “You’re so pretty,” he mumbles as he begins pushing inside my mouth. Obediently, I wrap my lips around him, licking with my tongue and sucking him deeper. The rest of my body is motionless, though. Lifeless for him to do with as he pleases. He drops his head back as he starts to thrust deeper. “Good doll,” he mutters. “Like that. Suck on Daddy’s big cock. Such a pretty doll. All mine. Mine to fuck whenever I fucking want.”

Spit is dripping down my chin. I take long, slow breaths through my nose as I suck and swallow and worship his dick. His fingers tighten in my hair, the pain sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through my body and making my balls throb.

He gnashes his teeth, and I prepare myself to take his load, but he suddenly withdraws and starts jerking off frantically in front of my face. Within seconds, he’s coming with a roar, his cum splattering my face, my hair, and my clothes. I’m impressed at how much he paints me with, his hand flying over his length as he spits more and more cream all over me, claiming me, marking me as his own.

I absolutely love it when men get feral. I’ve turned this slick gentleman into a goddamned caveman.

Eventually, he slows down, milking the last few drips that leak onto his fingers. Like last time, he holds his hand out to me, watching as I suck them clean.

Breathing heavily, he tucks himself back into his pants and zips himself up again, all the while never taking his eyes off me. I’m still looking into the middle distance, so I sense most of his movements from the corner of my eye rather than actually seeing them. But I know that I’ve got him enraptured.

He cups my face and rubs his thumb over my cheek, smearing his cum over my skin. “Beautiful,” he murmurs.

Without saying anything else, he takes a firm hold of my shoulders and pulls me until I rise to my feet again. I’m still fully dressed apart from my underwear. He kneels down and undoes my boots, slipping my bare feet out. Then he places his hand on the small of my back again, guiding me toward the bed.

First, he kicks off his slippers and settles himself down, spreading his legs out in a V shape. Then he encircles my wrist with his fingers and tugs me, settling me with my back pressed against his chest, tapping his hand in between my legs so I open them as well. Then he flips up my dress, exposing my cock in all its leaking, throbbing glory.

“So beautiful,” he mumbles against my ear.

I feel him lean over and hear a drawer open. A clicking noise suggests some kind of lid opening, and the scent of peaches fills the air, matching the room’s décor. The lube is cold as he glides his hand over my dick, but I don’t react in any way, staring determinedly ahead.

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