Page 39 of Make Believe

My skin prickles with heat and then chills. My throat tightens. My hands shake. It doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t.

Itcan’t.

Telling myself that doesn’t stop my heart from racing, though.

I don’t know how long I stare at the damn thing, but when I look up, I realize I’m no longer alone.

Rafferty is in the doorway, his legs apart, his fists clenched. Despite working from home, he’s still wearing pants, a shirt, and a tie, making it that much easier for me to feel the power radiating off him.

I almost flinch. But I catch myself in time, gritting my teeth and letting the napkin drop back on the nightstand like I couldn’t care less.

“You shouldn’t be in here,” Rafferty growls.

I swallow, giving myself a second to think. “If you want me to leave, I understand?—”

“Stop talking,” he snarls as he storms into the room, reaching me in less than half a dozen strides. He grabs my face with bothhis hands, and I gasp in shock. He’s shaking. He stares into my eyes, his lips inches from mine… “You belong tome,”he says. “I decide when I’ve had enough of you, and I’m not done with you by a long shot, Kiki doll. Do you think I’m angry because you talked back to me? Iwantyour honesty.”

“Then whyareyou so angry?” I taunt him, half hoping he’ll admit that this is fucking him up as much as it is me.

He keeps saying he wants authenticity, but who are we really fooling here if not ourselves?

For a second, I genuinely think he’s going to kiss me. But instead, he shoves me down onto the mattress and crawls on top of me, only pausing on his knees to rip his zipper down and pull out his hardening cock.

“I told you to stop talking,” he hisses as he moves farther up the bed, hovering menacingly above me as he pins my shoulder down with one hand, then feeds me his red, dripping dick with the other. “Bad doll,” he mutters as I moan around his length, my hands falling on either side of my head as he takes his hurt and rage out on me in the best way he knows how.

I take his cock willingly, sucking him down. I don’t want to think about feelings. I don’t want to examine why I want this man’s good opinion or why I want to respect him so much. This entire situation has been messed up from the start, and perhaps the only honesty between us at all has been when we’re fucking.

He uses my mouth roughly until he suddenly pulls back, leaving me gasping for air and spluttering, spit and precum dribbling down my chin. He’s already shoving up my dress and ripping my panties down my legs. I guess it shows that he was right—the fact that I wasn’t scampering around commando perhaps proves that my attitude shifted. I didn’t want to be so readily available for him.

I am now.

He doesn’t waste any time taking both our straining, leaking cocks in hand, jerking us off together. His breathing is harsh as he looms over me, his eyes blazing. I bite my lip as my heart pounds in my chest.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper.

He groans, his eyelids fluttering closed. “Who do you belong to?”

“You, Daddy.”

“Who’s in charge?”

“You, Daddy.”

His eyes fly open again. “Exactly. So you’re not going anywhere until I say you can, understood?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whimper.

I can feel my climax building, but I’m determined to hold it off until he says I can come. Also…I’m afraid of how relieved I am that he doesn’t want me to leave. I’m not ready to go…not just yet.

“You’re mine, you bad, beautiful little doll. Just Daddy’s. I’m supposed to take care of you, no one else. I’ve got you, Kiki. I’m here. Come…come for Daddy…”

I’m squealing and thrashing as I let go and start spurting all over myself. He joins me almost immediately as we make a mess all over his huge, fancy bed, shuddering and panting as we ride out our combined orgasms.

I’m still blinking my eyes back open when he collects me in his arms, hugging me tightly to him. We roll onto our sides, and I tuck my face against his neck, hugging him back.

“I’m sorry,” he utters into my hair.

I freeze. Now who’s showing their belly and hoping not to get savaged? What the hell do I do with this?

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