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 hoping from 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.

He allows me to guide him into the seat I've prepared for him. In a spontaneous splurge, I ordered him some fine china embellished 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? By anything? 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.

"Would you like your coffee?" I ask him.

"Yes, Daddy."

I don't want to risk spilling a hot drink on his lap—not to mention ruining his pretty dress—so I place the cup between his fingers and encourage him to drink it himself. As he does, I eat a little more myself. The last thing I want is a rumbling stomach, and it seems a shame for this food to go to waste.

After several minutes of comfortable silence, he pauses with the cup in both hands, hovering in front of his chest. I peer over to see that it's empty, so I carefully take it from his fingers. Having finished eating myself, I wipe my hands and mouth on a napkin, then turn my attention back to my pretty living doll. He's still as I card my fingers through the soft curls at the back of his head. I could pet him all day.

There's nothing stopping me, after all.

I think back to his perfect lip gloss and smirk.

"Is Kiki too full for a little of Daddy's dessert?" I ask. I know we've agreed that he'll do whatever I want, whenever I want. But I don't want to make the poor boy sick.

He doesn't seem concerned though. "No, Daddy," he says with just a hint of excitement, his eyes lighting up the tiniest amount.

I turn in my chair and unzip my pants. "Good boy."

It's been a beautifully lazy day. I can't remember the last time I experienced anything like it. Perhaps on vacation in the Bahamas when Logan was young?

Usually, I get easily bored at the weekend, so I find myself logging in to my work accounts just to pass the time. But today, I have company, someone to entertain. After breakfast, I lead Kadence back to his room and tell him to relax. Maybe try on some more clothes for his Daddy. I'm sure it's not good for him to stay in the doll head space for too long, so I really am giving him time to decompress.

It gives me a chance to clear away the mess in the dining room and salvage the food I can for a later meal or snack.

As soon as I'm done, my mind almost wanders to my office. Instead, I take myself to my study. It's not quite big enough to call it a library, but it does have an old-world feeling to it that I enjoy. I've been meaning to rearrange several bookshelves for some months now. Apparently, today's the day.

I'm not sure how long I'm in there before I sense movement at the door. Kadence is wearing a different dress and has applied a different lip gloss after I successfully smeared the last coat everywhere. My cock perks up just thinking about it.

"Are you busy, Daddy?" Kadence asks in a sweet voice. So he's dolled up, but not a doll. Good. I love playing with him in that mode, but I also want a little company as well if that's not too much to ask.

I shake my head. "I'm just puttering," I say, holding up the book in my hand. "Doing some organizing. Would you like to join me?" I jut my chin at the chaise lounge. "You can look pretty while I work if you like."

He scrunches up his nose as he smiles, then sweeps into the room in a cloud of pink tulle. "Do you like reading?" he asks. He drapes himself on the couch as if he's ready to be painted. I'm not much of an artist, but I must admit the idea of trying to capture his naked form on paper while I sip a glass or two of red wine sounds like a heavenly way to spend an evening.

"I'll read anything and everything," I say, meaning it. I love autobiographies, science fiction epics, historical tomes, and war stories. I've even picked up a couple of Charleen's spicy romance books from time to time. "You?"

"I like crime thrillers," Kadence says without missing a beat. "The kind where detectives hunt down killers. Especially if there's a proper mystery involved."

I raise my eyebrows. It's not fair of me, I'm sure, but I was expecting him to tell me that he does little more than scroll his Instagram feed. Licking my lips, I look around at the piles of chaos I've made since I started pulling volumes down off the shelves. "Ah," I say as my eyes land on the cover I was searching for. "Have you read this? It's one of my favorites."

I offer it over to him, and he leans forward carefully, his hand reaching out like I'm holding a grenade and he needs to check that the pin is still in place. "I don't think so," he says, accepting the book. He studies the cover, nodding approvingly, then flips it over to read the blurb. "It's set in London?"

It's my turn to nod. "The author is British."

"Cool," he comments, taking a minute to finish reading the text. In that moment, when his face is a little slack in concentration, I can see just how young he is. My heart swells with an urge to protect him.

But he's a man, not a baby. Besides, I couldn't do all that much to help my own son. What makes me think I could do any better with Kadence?

"Have you traveled much?" I ask as I resume my task of reorganizing the books.

Kadence shrugs and gives a sad little laugh. "I made it from home to here if that counts."

"Have you never left the country?" I ask.

He shakes his head, his eyes determinedly on the pages he's flicking through. "Nope," he says, popping the ‘P' extra hard. "I don't even have a passport. I'm just a simple doll, you see."

"Maybe I can put you in my carry-on, then," I murmur. "Slip you right by security."

He hums and smiles shyly over the book. "Sounds fun, Daddy."

To my surprise—again—he settles quite happily on the chaise lounge and begins to read my dog-eared novel, totally engrossed by a few pages in. I'm distracted by his presence for a while, but then I also fall back into my task. We spend a couple of quiet, happy hours in the study until I look up and realize my doll has fallen asleep.

My heart aches for him.

Not wanting to analyze the feeling too closely, I wrap up my job, putting the last of the books in their new homes. Then I gently ease the thriller from Kadence's grasp, pleased he doesn't seem to have lost his place. I slip a bookmark between the pages just to make sure and leave the book on the coffee table next to the couch.

Kadence is heavy, but I manage to pick him up in a bridal carry. In his sleepy state, he still wraps his arms around my neck and holds some of his own weight, which makes my job easier.

I relocate us to the living room. Ordinarily, I wouldn't eat in here. But fuck it, I'm on vacation. I ensure my doll is all snuggled against the pillows, and drape a blanket over him. Then I stroll into the kitchen and get us some charcuterie bits to graze on. Me for now, and him for later when he wakes. I also pour some juice, but as it's mid-afternoon and a Saturday, I throw caution to the wind even more and also open up a bottle of light and fruity white wine.

Putting on a movie in the middle of the day reminds me of the days my son was sick as a child. It feels entirely decadent, and I love it. As Kadence is still dozing, I take it upon myself to pick an old action thriller from the nineties where the hero races across the globe to stop nuclear war. It's familiar and comforting. The young man sleeping against me might be unfamiliar, but he certainly is comforting. This whole set-up feels so natural with him.

I wonder at his tiredness. His exhaustion. I wonder what he has going on in his life that he needs to escape into being a doll like he does.

I wonder what I can do to help.

That feels dangerous, however. So I console myself that I'm here, now, and that's good enough for the time being.

Try as I might, I'm finding it difficult to keep my hands to myself. I've got a new toy, after all. I'm excited to play with him.

And who could blame me? My doll really is perfect in every way, just begging for his Daddy to wake him up and have some fun.

The only problem is that he starts to wake up first.

And he's not okay.