Page 25 of Make Believe

He allows me to guide him into the seat I’ve prepared for him. In a spontaneous splurge, I ordered him some fine chinaembellished with a soft pink rose pattern. He’s got large and small plates as well as a delicate teacup. The glass doesn’t match the set exactly, but it’s also got rose petals crafted into it.

If Kadence wants to eat as himself, I’ve got plenty of my regular crockery. But I’m glad I put this set out this morning and that he’s in full Kiki mode for me. I’m enjoying playing this game and don’t really want it to end. In fact, that’s given me an idea.

Once he’s settled, I go to my own chair and reposition it so I’m by his side. “Is there anything here that you don’t like or are allergic to, Kiki?” I ask him.

“No, Daddy.”

“Good,” I say with a nod.

I don’t explain what I’m doing or justify myself. I simply take his plate and load it up with a little of everything. Then I take the special floral embellished fork from his set, scoop up some scrambled eggs, then hold them up to his lips.

Obediently, he opens his mouth, and I get a rush of satisfaction as he lets me feed him.

“Good doll,” I murmur.

Starting with the hot food so it has less time to get cold, I methodically hand-feed my pretty doll bite by bite. I was worried he didn’t eat last night, so now I can make sure he gets more than enough. It’s a real thrill having someone depend on me so completely.

Once I’m satisfied he’s consumed a decent amount of potato, eggs, and meat, I hold a glass of apple and mango juice, mesmerized by how his throat bobs as he swallows half the glass down.

“Do you take your coffee with milk?” I ask him.

“No, Daddy.”

“Sugar?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Just one?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I fix us both a cup. I like mine searing hot, but as he’s relying on me, I want to let his cool for a minute. So I take a moment to sip my own drink as my gaze trails over my perfect doll. He sits beautifully still, just waiting for whatever I want to do to him next.

God.It’s easy to see how I could quickly become addicted to this. Letting him go tomorrow evening is extremely sensible, even if it doesn’t feel like I’ve had enough time to explore all the things I want to do with him.

When was the last time I was this excited by anyone? Byanything?I can’t say. It’s like how I felt as a teenager when I first discovered how to masturbate. Utterly captivated and constantly desperate to slip away so I could get my next fix. I lost a whole blissful summer to my own insatiable appetite that year.

The thought of a whole summer with Kadence flashes before my eyes, but of course that’s ridiculous.

Isn’t it?

Charleen will be away until August, she said so herself. Logan has his own apartment. He never comes back here unless I summon him. I could keep on a skeleton staff. They’re more loyal to me than Charleen in any case. I speak to them like the real people they are. She criticizes anything and everything that isn’t precisely to her liking. There would probably be enough people I could trust to keep working while Kadence is around. The rest I’ll just give full pay and an extended vacation.

I blink, not sure if I’m seriously considering this or not. Well, I don’t have to make a decision right now, do I?

I feed Kiki a few strawberries and slices of melon, swiping drips of juice from his chin. I ate a few bites of hot food before I went up to find him, so I’m not ravenous at the moment. I just sample a little fruit myself, getting more out of feeding my doll than I do eating myself.

After half a croissant, I sense him slowing down a fraction in his chewing.

“Are you getting full, baby doll?” I ask.

“Yes, Daddy,” he says.

I smile, feeling smug. “Good boy,” I praise him. “You ate so much for Daddy.” I take a moment to dust off any crumbs from his face and dress. Impressively, his lip gloss still looks flawless.

I might have to do something about that.

But in a minute. I want to make sure he’s finished his breakfast completely.

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