Page 23 of Make Believe

That’s why I’m not bothering with any underwear.

He wanted ready? I’ll give him ready.

Plus, I have the perfect green pumps to pair it with. After considering my incredible new jewelry collection, I decide to go with pearls, fastening a string around my neck. I once read somewhere that Coco Chanel loved pearls so much because the light is supposed to reflect off them and make your face look radiant. I’m not sure if that’s true or not, but it’s the kind of confidence boost I’m looking for right now.

Just doing the base layers of foundation and highlighters and all that takes at least half an hour. I’m becoming increasingly anxious that Rafferty’s going to come barging in before I’m ready, but I refuse to rush this part of the process.

I know I’m planning on screwing him over. But he was nice to me last night. He deserves to get what he bargained for, even just for a day. A picture-perfect sex doll.

As I add the last few shimmery touches, I finally relax. My stomach also grumbles, reminding me that I skipped dinner because I was so upset last night. I’m not sure if I’m allowed to simply go down to the kitchen and fix myself something or what.

A knock at the door yanks me from my thoughts.

My head snaps in that direction, and I’m unsure of what I should do for a moment. “Kadence?” Rafferty calls gently through the wood. “Are you in there?”

I open my mouth to reply, but then I remember where I am.WhoI am.

I’m not Kadence anymore.

Careful not to trip over my own heels, I rush to perch on the side of the bed that I thankfully already remade, complete with all the throw pillows. Facing the direction of the door, I relax my body into my doll pose, letting my gaze drift.

“Yes, Daddy,” I say clearly.

The handle turns, and the door slowly swings inward. I might be looking into the middle distance, but I can still see Rafferty’seyebrows shoot up. If he’d been expecting a crumpled boy hiding under the covers, he severely underestimated me.

“Hello, beautiful doll,” he says appreciatively, stepping into the room and caressing the side of my face. “Don’t you look absolutely perfect in all of Daddy’s pretty presents?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He rubs his thumb over my glossy lower lip before pushing it inside my mouth for me to suck. He watches me hungrily for a few seconds before withdrawing it.

“Is Daddy’s beautiful Kiki feeling okay this morning?”

I want to tell him that dolls don’t have feelings. That I don’t want to mention last night ever again. But I also want to play the game more, so I let those thoughts and feelings dissolve, holding on to my doll head space.

“Yes, Daddy.”

This time, he feeds me his middle finger, making me get it slick with spit, before he pushes me back, turning me ninety degrees as he does.

“Oh,gooddoll,” he says breathlessly as he pushes up my skirts and finds that I’m not wearing any panties underneath. The bed dips as he kneels by my feet, and then…

Apparently, my Daddy hasn’t had breakfast yet, either.

He wraps his lips around my cock at the same time his wet finger probes my hole. I’m still not sure what his experience with men is, but he knows enough to sheath his teeth so they don’t scratch me.

Lying on my back makes it easier for me to stay lifeless, even if his hot mouth feels exquisite and he’s already got his finger inside me up to the knuckle. When he strokes my prostate, I have to grit my teeth to stop myself from screaming. He knows what he’s doing to me, though, and he laughs, popping off my dick and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“We’re going to keep this dress pretty for now, baby doll. So you’re going to come down Daddy’s throat whenever it feels good for you.”

And with that, he dives back in, slurping on my cock and rubbing my sweet spot like he’s attempting to entice a genie from a lamp. I try to make it last. I really do. But ultimately, I’m powerless, and he’s got me spurting within thirty seconds.

To his credit, he drinks it all down until I’m softening and sensitive in his mouth. He lets me go with a kiss to my shaft, pulling out his finger gently. Then I feel the mattress bounce as he stands up and moves to the bathroom. I hear the faucet turn on as I assume he washes his hands. Then he’s back, giving my intimate areas a gentle wipe-down.

Taking hold of my shoulders, he encourages me to sit back up while he stands in front of me. “Look at Daddy, Kiki doll.” I do as he says. “Did you like Daddy’s special treat?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I tell him sincerely.

He grins, his lips reddened and swollen. I must admit I wasn’t expecting that. Stanley never went down on me. That was my job. I think he thought that was too submissive, too feminine for him to lower himself like that. Rafferty looks like he really enjoyed himself.

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