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“Good boy,” he says, cupping the side of my face. I’ve noticed that he only ever called me ‘doll’ to begin with, but now he seems more accepting that I’m also a boy.

If he really did think he was straight—or had a limited experience with his bisexuality—that’s pretty cool. I did that. Or rather, Kiki did that.

“Are you hungry?” Rafferty asks.

“Yes, Daddy,” I answer without hesitation. I won’t lie. After another mind-blowing orgasm, I’ve used up so much energy my stomach is threatening to eat itself and I’m worryingly close to feeling faint.

But…he didn’t come. I’m supposed to be the one servicinghimthis weekend. He’s the Daddy. His needs are the most important. For a second, I’m frozen, unable to decide what to do. I don’t really have the words in my doll vocabulary to convey what I’m feeling, so should I break the scene? If I’m abiding by my own rules, I shouldn’t technically move of my own volition. He’s supposed to guide me.

I can’t leave him hanging. I just can’t. His bulge is clearly visible in his pants. He’s been so good to me.

“Daddy?” I say simply, tilting my head as I look at him and jerking my stiff arm toward his crotch.

He’s quick to loop his fingers around my wrist and ease my arm back down. “Daddy’s fine, pretty doll. We can play again later. Daddy enjoyed making his doll happy. Kiki can do the same for Daddy later, hmm?”

Relief washes through me now I’ve been given clear instructions. “Yes, Daddy,” I say with a little more warmth than I’d usually employ in doll mode.

“Good,” he says with a nod. “Daddy needs to feed his Kiki doll now. He must be starving.” Taking my hands, he carefully pulls me to my feet. He takes a second to straighten my hair and dress as he beams at me. “So perfect,” he says with a sigh.

I’m expecting it this time when he places his hand on the small of my back and steers me out of the room. When I woke up earlier, I felt completely undone and unsure. I didn’t know where I was, or maybe evenwhoI was, certainly not what I was doing.

But now I have a purpose again. I am here to perform a duty. I have a mission.

I have given all my control over to Rafferty, and when the time comes, I’ll take that control back, unraveling his world. Logan’s world. The McKenna reign is over and I’m going to be the one to take them down.

Except as I make my way down the stairs, I can’t help but think again of the differences between my two panic attacks. How the two McKennas had such opposite reactions.

Yes, Rafferty is a bastard millionaire.

But does he really deserve his son’s punishment?

Honestly…I’m not so sure anymore.

CHAPTER 10

Rafferty

I haveto admit that I wasn’t expecting Kadence to be ready and waiting for me like that. I almost thought his bag would be packed and he’d be waiting for me to wake up so I could arrange for my driver to take him home.

Instead, we had more incredible sex.

I can’t remember the last time I got my partner off and wasn’t even bothered about my own orgasm. It’s not like I don’t want more—I definitely do. But when I saw pretty Kiki sitting on the bed like he was, I just had to have him.

And then there was the other not insignificant issue. I’d barely touched a cock with my hands before I met Kadence. But in that moment, I swallowed him down without hesitation. I figured it probably wouldn’t feel all that different from eating pussy, and in a way, I was right. I’d told more inexperienced girls in the past that they needed to sheath their teeth more, so I knew to do that. The rest was basically sucking and swallowing. I’m sure I have things to learn, but Kadence seemed to enjoy it enough, and he can always give me pointers for next time.

Now he has to eat, though, and I won’t take no for an answer. Last night he required sleep more than anything, and I’m hopingfrom his performance just now that it’s done him the world of good.

Fuck, he’s beautiful. I appreciate what make-up can do for a person. My wife was skilled at giving herself lovely looks. But it was quite minimalist. Kadence treats his face like a work of art. No doubt it takes a long time to apply, so he must have risen early to complete his routine by the time I came in to greet him.

I like that he put that effort in for me. I like that despite hitting a road bump last night, he’s still invested in us having a good time this weekend and using our limited time wisely.

We only have around thirty-six hours now. It doesn’t seem like enough.

Kadence wasn’t the only one being productive once he woke up. I’d showered quickly, then made my way downstairs to prepare a decent breakfast. Charleen likes to have kitchen staff when she stays here, but I enjoy cooking for myself. Not only do I find it fun and relaxing, but I also think it’s important to continue to do things like that in order to stay humble.

I know I’m rich. I like being rich. But I don’t want to become so detached from reality that I forget how to be a real human being.

As Kadence is being Kiki the doll for me, he doesn’t give any reaction as we step into the dining room, but I’d like to think he’s impressed. I’ve sliced up and displayed several different kinds of fruits. I might not have made the selection of pastries myself, but I’ve arranged them on cake stands so they look particularly appetizing. I thought we might take a little time to come back downstairs again, so I’m glad I left the eggs, hash browns, and bacon on heated plates, covered. There’s juice and coffee to drink and a couple of different kinds of milk to go with the coffee or cereal if that’s what he wants.

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