4. Rafferty

I'm being watched.

The prickling sensation is actually quite stimulating. After my wife ignored me all evening, I love the idea that I've caught the attention of a pretty girl. I deliberately don't look directly, giving her time to approach me. But I can make out long, creamy legs, the swish of black fabric, and the glow of a beautifully made-up face.

So I spend the next couple of minutes sipping my whiskey, feeling the buzz thrumming through my veins, and enjoying watching the blonde with bouncy tits getting sensually but thoroughly spit-roasted by two guys who keep grinning and kissing each other.

Every few minutes, the relief of how pleased I am to have made the decision to come here washes over me. I'm so incredibly happy not to be at the awful, fake party anymore. So far, I've only delighted in observing others. But if this gorgeous creature comes any closer to me, I'm probably in with an excellent chance of getting my cock sucked in no time at all.

I think that's what I want right now. For someone to make me feel good and not have to worry about their needs. I know that's selfish, but if I'm honest and upfront, where's the harm, really? I'm not here to pretend. I'm not here to make friends.

I'm here to feel free.

Finally, I sense my stalker approaching, moving slowly but confidently out of the shadows. I flick my eyes toward her…and pause.

The face sure is stunning, and I was right about the floaty, gauzy material. It's both a robe and a floral dress. But through it, I can clearly see a flat chest and a barely concealed cock nestled in lacy underwear.

Huh.

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 play very much, Daddy. But Kiki is a doll. You play with me."

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 feel so 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 control of 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 be mine. Completely. For me to have all the power over him. There's something exciting about that.

I have a lot of power in my life. But it's a long time since I actually felt powerful.

"Be a doll for me, Kiki," I murmur.

"Yes, Daddy," he rasps back.

His spine stiffens and he sits up straighter in my lap. At the same time, his facial expression becomes more neutral and his gaze slides to the middle distance. His hands relax with slightly curved fingers, his arms dropping so they're by his sides. I sense his core working to keep himself upright, so I wrap my arm around his waist to help steady him, taking a moment to marvel at his beauty.

"Can you say something else for me, pretty doll?"

"Please, Daddy," he says obediently, still looking ahead.

I run my free hand up his arm, across his chest, up his neck, and cup the side of his jaw. He doesn't move a muscle, allowing me to touch him however I want, just like he said.

Gently I turn his head so he's now facing me, and our eyes meet again. He doesn't blink.

I drag my fingers down his throat, feeling his slight Adam's apple, trailing my hand lower, over his stomach…

I pause at the top of his thigh, but he remains as still as a statue. So I take the opportunity to see if I have any interest in touching another man's cock. Back in my youth, I pretty much just let the other guy tend to himself while I took care of business from behind. But everything about Kiki is so pretty, it's drawing me in. I find myself wanting to explore.

Slipping my hand under the fluffy hem of the gauzy black dress, I skim my fingers over his warm skin until I find lace. He's not small and clearly aroused, which does my ego good. His immobility makes me feel emboldened. Like I'm free to experiment without the fear of fucking anything up. I know he's a stranger who I'm never going to see again, but my pride is telling me that I want this to be as good for him as it is for me. It's as if he's given me a gift by allowing me to play with him like this.

I don't want to disappoint him.

My palm strokes the full-feeling curve of his member under the lace. It's obviously different from what I'm used to, but I'm surprised to realize that the sentiment is the same. I want to touch him so he feels good.

"Do you like that, pretty doll?" I mumble against his lips. He still doesn't move, but I see the goose bumps on his skin and feel a rush of satisfaction.

"I love it, Daddy." His eyes are still locked on mine where I left him. I'm not even sure if he's blinked. I fondle his junk, almost daring him to react. But he doesn't, he just holds my gaze.

"Do you want more?" I ask, feeling my heart thumping in my chest.

"Yes, Daddy," he whispers. It's like he's punch drunk for me.

It turns out I love having my very own human doll to play with.

I see no reason to take this party elsewhere. Plus, I'm eager to see how Kiki responds to me moving him around. So I slip one arm under his knees and tighten my grip around his waist, leaning forward and encouraging him to stand. He does so, barely even swaying on the spot as I let him go.

He's mine. Mine, mine, all mine.

My pulse racing, I knock back the rest of my whiskey and place the glass down on a coaster that's resting on a small coffee table next to the armchair I'd been sitting in. Looking around, I find both a bowl of condoms and sachets of lube within reach. Jason and Markus always do take care of their guests well.

Knowing I'm all set to go, I just have to decide where I want my new-found toy.

Licking my lips, I look him up and down. He still hasn't moved, although he's just as beautiful as when I first laid eyes on him. I allow myself a second to pause and consider if this is something I'm genuinely interested in before I take the plunge. My cock is certainly hard, but am I attracted to this young man? Do I really want to take advantage of him in front of these people?

I trust them. No one here would ever betray me. Jason and Markus vet their guests thoroughly. But more than that, people here are generally aware of who I am. They know it wouldn't be worth their lives to fuck with me. Unlike back in that ballroom, here, I am invincible.

Besides, Kiki has given me very clear consent with the added guarantee that either of us can back out anytime. The thing I can't deny no matter how much my head wants to puzzle it…is that I'm really attracted to him. I'm practically vibrating at the idea of getting my hands on him, of using him like he offered to make myself feel good.

I wanted authentic. He's just come and sat in my lap, called me Daddy, and begged me to fuck him. It doesn't get more transparent than that. He was open with his kink, and I really, really want to play. It doesn't matter that physically he's not quite what I'm used to.

Right now, all that matters is that he belongs to me.

With a sudden surge of energy, I rise up and wrap my hand around his throat, holding just tight enough for him to know I'm there. He doesn't flinch. Of course he doesn't.

"You're mine," I snarl. "I own you. I can do whatever I want to you."

"Yes, Daddy," he rasps, his gaze unblinking. I feel the words vibrating against my palm. My cock is throbbing harder in my pants.

If I stop to think about it, there would probably be a world of possibilities at my fingertips. So many wild things I could do with him. But I feel ravenous. I want him, now.

Honestly, when I'm with a pretty girl, I usually just stick to the front door because it's easiest and quickest. However, I can't deny there's a different kind of pleasure that comes from behind. It takes more patience and dedication, but when I've got a lifeless doll in my hands, I already know he's not going to get bored or impatient.

He's mine to do with as I please.

I fold him down right there on the carpet. From what I can tell out of the corner of my eye, the threesome seems to have reached its natural conclusion. I have a feeling the attention of the room might have shifted my way. I don't care. I'm safe here. It's been a very long time since I did anything so public. For some reason, it feels right to try something new out in the open.

After all, I wanted this night to be authentic. Right now, there's nowhere to hide. I've opened myself up to this new experience, and all these strangers are going to bear witness.

Considering how hard I am, it's not going to take long.

My doll is on all fours, his head slightly raised so I can see his face as he waits for my next move. I grab a throw pillow from my vacated armchair. I have no shame in my age, but I respect myself enough to know that my knees aren't what they used to be, and a little forethought will go a long way.

Positioning myself behind him, I kneel up and flick his robe and dress up over his hips. As I suspected, his underwear is a jockstrap, so his hole is already gloriously exposed for me. I waste no time in ripping the lube packet open with my teeth and drizzling some over my fingers. I push my middle one against his fluttering ring, loving how he flexes and relaxes, letting me in relatively quickly.

I lean forward and wrap my free hand around his neck again, pulling up a little as I press my chest against his back. "I could fuck you all night," I growl, a rush of adrenaline coming purely from my words as they caress against the shell of his ear. "I can do anything. My pretty doll. I'm going to fuck you. I don't care if you come or not. You're here for my pleasure."

His lack of reaction fuels me, emboldens me. I've already got two fingers inside him, fucking his hole and stroking his prostate. It's strangely exhilarating that he's not reacting at all. I'm in control. I have all the power.

Unable to wait any longer, I withdraw, fumbling with my zipper to free myself. I have no idea how many people are watching us. It doesn't matter. All I care about is playing with my new toy. He chose me to give himself over to. Somehow, I earned this.

I promised myself I wouldn't waste this night, and I intend to honor that promise.

He swallows my cock, and the tight heat is heavenly, even with the condom on. It's been so long since I took this particular kind of pleasure from anyone. I can't help but drop my head back and moan, pushing deeper inside him, taking what's been given freely to me.

"Do you like that, doll?" I ask as I slowly start to rock back and forth, getting us both used to the sensation.

"I love it, Daddy," he says in that same calm tone of voice. I'd think he wasn't affected at all by my cock filling him up, but I can see the perspiration gathering on the small of his back. I massage my fingers against his neck, feeling him swallow and the dampness of his skin. I lean down and nuzzle my cheek against his again.

"Do you want more?" I snarl.

"Please, Daddy," he repeats.

It's strange how his stillness gives me confidence. This is what he asked for—what he wants. He's perfectly capable of stopping me with a single word or a tap of his hand, but he's just taking everything I give him.

I trust that he's enjoying it. I trust that we're on the same page. It makes it easy in the end to just let go and fuck him senseless.

My pants are pooled around my knees, my belt buckle jingling as I pound into my beautiful doll. I knew I wouldn't last long once I got to it, and I was right. My climax roars through me, shattering my world in an instant as I'm consumed by ecstasy.

As I gasp for breath, a part of me acknowledges that this is all I wanted. To come with no expectation of doing anything for my partner. I wanted to be a selfish, lazy bastard tonight, and I still say there's nothing wrong with that.

Expect it's not what I want anymore.

This is my doll, and he said I could play with him however I liked.

My cock softening inside him, I press my chest to his back again and hastily thrust my hand down his underwear, freeing his leaking, juicy cock, my fingers slick with the last of the lube. "Come for me, doll," I growl into his ear. "You're mine. Do as I say. Come for me now."

I detect just the faintest whimper and shiver down his spine as he explodes all over the floor. Jason and Markus will have a cleaning crew in as soon as everyone has left, so I don't feel too bad about the mess.

Instead, I hum and suck his neck as he spurts over and over. I forgot how satisfying it is to really see your partner orgasm. Don't get me wrong, I love making women come undone in rapid succession, something men can't do in the same way. But there's a different pleasure in feeling my victory in such a visceral manner.

I stroke him in a slightly gentler manner as he winds down, making sure to milk every last drop from him. On a whim, I lift my hand and press my fingers against his lips. "Be a good doll and suck me clean," I rasp, feeling dizzy on the high of my orgasm, not to mention the rush of power.

I watch in fascination as he does exactly that, licking and sucking each finger as well as my palm. But he keeps his gaze forward, focusing on nothing in particular and therefore still maintaining that air of an inanimate object. Even after coming my brains out, I find him intoxicating.

For the first time in a long time, I curse my age.

I want him again, now. Can I keep him here long enough to do that?

I guess there's only one way to find out.