Page 9 of Make Believe

Not what I was expecting, but I find myself holding their gaze as they come closer. They really are beautiful, and interest is still stirring down in my pants.

Maybe it’s the high I’m feeling from being here rather than at the benefit dinner. Maybe it’s curiosity. Maybe it’s just the alcohol buzz. But I watch my new friend as they move in closer, eventually dropping their small purse to the floor, swishing their robe back, and sliding onto my lap. Their legs are draped across my thighs, one arm wrapping around my neck, and the other free hand resting on my chest, just above my heart.

“Hello, Daddy,” they purr, licking glossy lips and looking at me through thick, dark eyelashes.

I do like being called Daddy.

“Hello, beautiful,” I find myself replying. “Are you a good girl?”

“Hmm,” they hum, tapping my chest with a manicured finger. “I’m a good doll. I have a boy pussy, and it’s all ready and waiting for Daddy’s hard cock.”

Jesus. I was already turned on. It’s hard not to be after all the people I’ve seen getting off tonight. But this little minx has got my length turning to steel in seconds.

So…a boy? A him. Normally, I wouldn’t even consider the idea, but he really is gorgeous. Pretty eyes and pretty lips mere inches away from my face. Soft, smooth skin under my hand as I run my hand up his leg. And he smells divine, like candy with just a hint of spice.

Besides, it’s not like I haven’t experimented a couple of times back in the day. Who didn’t at college? It’s just human nature. It doesn’t make me bisexual or any such nonsense. I’m absolutely straight. But…a hole’s a hole at the end of the day.

This cutie says he’s got one waiting for me.

“So, are you going to ride Daddy’s lap?” I ask, feeling hopeful.

He giggles and bites his lip as he smiles down at me. “No, Daddy, Kiki’s not like that.”

I raise my eyebrows. “I take it you’re Kiki?” He nods. “And does Kiki not want to play?”

He laughs again and shakes his head. “Oh, Kiki wants to playverymuch, Daddy. But Kiki is a doll. You playwithme.”

I frown, not quite following. “You’re a pillow princess?” There goes my hope of a blow job with no reciprocation from me. But I have to admit…I probably won’t mind putting in some effort for this beauty. He’s enticing.

“I’m a doll, Daddy,” Kiki says, leaning closer as he whispers to me. “A plaything. You get to do whatever you want to me, however you want. I’ll be inanimate, yours to pose in whatever way you choose. I’ll only talk if you want me to, and I only have a few phrases. Like a doll with a pull string. When we’re together, my only purpose will be as a toy for you to use to make yourself feelso fucking good.”

He hisses the last part against the shell of my ear before nipping at the lobe.

Jesus Christ. My dick is actually painful right now, throbbing in my pants under the weight of his body. “Anything?”

He nods, looking at me through his long lashes. “Anything. You could make me face-fuck your cock right here or take me somewhere to bend me over and fill me with that big dick I can feel under my legs.” He rolls his hips and presses down on my member, causing me to suck in a breath. He smirks, pleased with himself. “I’ve chosen you, Daddy. If you say yes, I’ll go into doll mode, and you’ll own me for however long you want.”

My heart is racing. I usually like to dominate with my partners. It’s another way in which Charleen and I are so incompatible as neither of us enjoys submitting. But what this beautiful boy is offering is another level of deliciousness.

“What if I want to watch you get fucked by someone else?” I ask.

He smiles and runs his thumb over my lower lip. “Of course, Daddy. Although I’d be a sad doll. It’s your cock I want tonight.”

He drops his hand back onto my chest. I mimic his gesture and rub my thumb against his lip as well. Except he takes it one step further and sucks the digit into his mouth, his burning gaze locked with mine.

“I’ve never played with a doll before,” I tell him honestly. “But it sounds like a lot of fun, Kiki. Tell Daddy how it works. Can dolls walk, or do they need to be carried?”

He draws his head back, releasing my thumb before giving it a little kiss. “If you want to take me somewhere else, Daddy, I can walk if you tell me to. But if you want to carry me, I’d love that as well. Maybe the best way to explain is just to try it. If you want me to snap out of it, just safeword me.”

He says it so calmly, his eyes smoldering and a little smile playing on his lips. But that takes me aback. I’ve never been in a situation where I’ve needed to safeword with a partner. But other than using fluffy handcuffs a couple of times, I guess I haven’t experimented much with kink. Not in a sexual limits way, I mean. I like being called Daddy and being in controlof bedroom activities, that’s for sure. I also like spoiling pretty young things if there’s money to be spent. This is just the next logical step, I suppose.

“Okay,” I say, almost like I’m negotiating a business deal. “And you can also safeword if necessary, yes?”

He nods, dragging his fingers in swirls over my sternum. “I doubt I’ll need to. But yes. I can use a safeword if I need to. I just stick with red, yellow, and green. It’s easiest. And if my mouth is full, I’ll tap you twice if I need to stop.”

It’s pretty obvious he’s done this before. I’m not used to feeling apprehensive when it comes to intimate situations, but I have to admit that I’m a tad out of my depth here. However, he explained it all pretty succinctly. I get to do whatever I want with him, and he’ll be like a lifeless doll.

Is that going to feel a bit empty? Soulless? I search his eyes as he patiently watches me. He’s offering to bemine.Completely. For me to have all the power over him. There’s something exciting about that.

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