Page 19 of Make Believe

“Daddy loves his new Kiki toy,” he says as he begins working me, the squelching sounding debaucherous. “Does Kiki love his Daddy?”

“I love you, Daddy,” I reply automatically.

He hums and kisses my neck as he plays more with my dick. “I like this part of my toy. I like that I can see how excited Daddy makes his Kiki doll. Does Kiki like Daddy playing with him like this?”

“I love it, Daddy,” I tell him, and fuck it, I’m not lying. I lie still as he jerks me off, his other hand slipping under my dress, groping and squeezing my pec, rubbing his thumb over my budded nipple.

“Such pretty little titties, all for Daddy,” he mumbles. “Daddy is going to play with every single inch of his Kiki doll’s body. Kiki looks so pretty covered in cum. That’s what you were made for, wasn’t it, Kiki? For Daddy to fuck you over and over and over.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I utter.

He’s teasing me, slowing down before speeding up again, bringing me to the edge, only to pull me back once more.

“Does Kiki want to come?” he asks.

“Yes, Daddy,” I reply, only just stopping my voice from cracking.

“Beg for it, Kiki. Tell Daddy how much you want to come all over yourself. Tell Daddy how much you love it. Kiki isn’t allowed to come until Daddy says so, remember?”

I’m trying not to breathe too hard, but it’s becoming more difficult. “Yes, Daddy,” I utter, clinging to my composure by my fingertips. “Please, Daddy. I love you, Daddy. Please, Daddy. Please, please, please.”

He speeds up, taking his hand out of my dress and instead pressing it on my stomach, his fingers digging against my flesh through my clothes. “Come for Daddy, Kiki. Show Daddy how much you love him. Daddy’s perfect, beautiful doll.”

I have to grit my teeth to stop myself from screaming or flailing about as I let go, my orgasm crashing through me as I explode all over his hand. I shoot over the blanket that’s on top of the duvet. I might be still, but my cock is jerking in his fist like a fish caught on a line. My cum hits his pants and my clothes as well, spurting like a geyser as my balls empty every last drop.

“Good doll.” McKenna purrs into my ear as I flop against him. “So beautiful. You were perfect, Kiki. Daddy loved it. Gooddoll. Well done. Daddy’s so proud of you. Stay here with Daddy for just a bit longer. Then Daddy can clean up his precious Kiki doll, okay?”

He kisses my neck tenderly and gently wraps his arms around me. It feels…real. Like he genuinely treasured what we just shared. My heart is still racing, but I blink as I come back to myself, chest heaving as I pant.

I’m completely washed out, my emotions raw and unruly. I’m not supposed to be feeling anything outside of physical sensations, but it’s like he’s stripped me naked, and now there’s nowhere to hide. I know part of this is a chemical come down after the euphoric high he just gave me, but it’s overwhelming, and I can’t seem to get a grip on myself.

He’s supposed to fuck me, then leave me the fuck alone. Why is he still here? Why is he holding me like we’re lovers? Why does he want to clean me up again? I can’t breathe. I can’t see. I…I…

I burst into tears.

CHAPTER 8

Rafferty

One momentI’m blissed out and sleepy. The next I am wide awake, trying to work out what the fuck just happened.

“Kiki, what the?—?”

“Let me go,” he says, trying to fight his way out of my arms. His dress has fallen down, covering him once again. We’re smeared with a mixture of both our cum. He’s gasping for breath as he thrashes against me, and suddenly, I realize how serious this is.

“Kiki,stop!”I shout, locking my arms around his body and throwing one of my legs over his. “Calm down and listen to me.” He tries in vain to struggle for a few more seconds, then he goes limp in my arms. “Good boy,” I murmur against his ear.

I start breathing slowly and deeply, waiting for him to mimic me. Again, he resists to start with, but eventually, I’ve got him inhaling a decent amount of oxygen at the same time as I do.

“Right,” I say when I think he’s calmed down a reasonable amount. “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”

He shakes his head vehemently. I don’t like it, but I can tell bullying him probably isn’t going to yield any answers. I chew my lip for a moment, thinking about the best tactic.

“DidIdo something wrong?” My instinct doesn’t feel like I did, but I am new to this particular kink, after all.

He takes too long a pause before shaking his head again, this time slower.

I grit my teeth. “Kiki, if I fucked up, you need to tell me.”

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