Page 44 of Make Believe

“Good boy,” Rafferty says, his eyes roaming over my face like I’m a marvel. “Are you ready to go have some fun?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I say.

Our driver opens the door for us, and I slide out first, followed by Rafferty. He keeps his hand on the small of my back as we approach the front door and are let inside. There are people milling around the entranceway, and I try not to act too smug as several heads turn our way.

Yes, I’m stunning. But it’s actually a different kind of satisfaction knowing that I’m not here for myself this time.

I’m here to be Rafferty’s.

We take our time wandering through the house. There’s a bar set up in the living room, and Rafferty gets us both glasses of sparkling apple juice. He ensured we had a decent meal before we left as well as plenty of water. We both know I’ll need to be hydrated for what’s in store, even if I’m fuzzy on the details.

Rafferty probably doesn’t have a plan. I get the feeling he’s going to go with the flow and see what opportunities present themselves.

We’re not short on inspiration. Plenty of people are already in the thick of it, with lots of partially clothed or just fully naked people finding pleasure in all kinds of ways. It doesn’t take long at all for me to feel fully aroused, especially with Rafferty’s hand still glued to my lower back.

It also becomes obvious very quickly that he’s brought me to an all-male event. Those are the norm, so it’s not like I’m uncomfortable. It’s just interesting how much I was thinking about the previous party being gender-inclusive when I arrived there. Usually, I’d have to psych myself up to come to an event like this and prepare for any backlash.

But Rafferty is here by my side, literally touching me in a clearly possessive way. Being visibly his helps me to relax. It’s unfortunate to admit, but the simple truth is that guys will treat me better because I belong to such a hot, manly Daddy.

It’s in that moment I realize the implications of him choosing to come to a party like this. If it was mixed gender, he could brush off his attendance and say he was interested in the women. Coming to an entirely male space is a huge step for him on whatever sexuality journey he’s going through.

This is a big deal for both of us, and I can’t help but love that we’re sharing the experience together.

“What do you like?” he murmurs in my ear, looking around the room.

“Everything,” I reply truthfully.

Seeing people get horny makes me horny. I’m a pretty simple creature like that. It’s probably why I like being a doll so much and letting people do whatever they want to me. It isn’t really about what they do. It’s just that they’re doing it at all.

I sense his pause and glance over my shoulder to see him licking his lips. “Would you ever fuck a pretty girl for me?” he asks.

I do consider his question for a moment. “Yes, Daddy,” I say eventually. “For you, yes.”

“You’d enjoy that?” he clarifies.

I half shrug. “I’d enjoyyourenjoyment, yes. I’m always going to be attracted to men first and foremost, but I can still appreciate a woman. Although, I’d prefer it if I could still be a doll and she was riding me.”

His eyes go wide, and it proves my point. His excitement titillates me. I think we’re both a bit surprised by my answer, however. I mean, I’ve known I was gay since I found out what that word meant. The only struggle I ever faced was being painfully aware of how my parents made it clear that it might be an acceptable lifestyle for cheap ruffians, but it would never be allowed within our family.

Internally, I always knew exactly who I was and was never ashamed.

So I’ve never really considered having sex with a woman before. In that moment, though, I realize it would be no different to whatever—orwhoever—Rafferty has in mind tonight. If he wants to share me, I’ll still be pleasuring him. Kiki doesn’t really care how she gets used like that. In fact…pushing my boundaries somehow feels even more in tune with the way my kink excites me. Like it’s almost verging on humiliation. I am nothing but Rafferty’s sex toy, and he can do with me as he pleases.

More to the point…Itrusthim to do it. That he won’t go too far.

That, unlike his son, he’ll still respect me afterward. Actually, he might respect me even more. Like me more. Want me more.

I give myself a mental shake. That is way too many thoughts to be rattling around my head. I came here to make everything go quiet. I want to lose myself with my Daddy in physical pleasure. I want to do anything he desires. He owns me. I left all my responsibilities back home.

Back at Rafferty’s home, I mean.

Nodding, he looks around the room once more. I can tell he’s pleased by the tiny smile that’s playing at the corner of his mouth. It’s not much, but I like to think I can read him pretty well by now. When he wants me to, of course. There are times when he’s a total brick wall, and that’s okay if he needs that privacy.

I’ll take what little insights I can get.

“Not tonight,” he assures me, referring to his desire to see me get fucked by a young lady. That’s pretty much a given, considering our company. “But maybe another time.”

It’s ridiculous how pleased I am by the thought of ‘another time.’ This may just be a fling, but I don’t think the end is in sight quite yet.

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