7. Kadence

I can't believethis is actually working. I'm giddy with excitement. This is exactly the kind of opportunity I was looking for. McKenna is bringing me to his goddamned house. I thought he might want a quickie at a hotel at most. But this is next level. I'm going to be able to get so much dirt on him.

Plus, you know, he's hot. He's clearly not new to being dominant, and I don't think I'm the first person to call him ‘Daddy.' But for someone who says he didn't know what it meant to have a doll to play with, he certainly took to it fast. Oh, yeah. This bastard likes to control things. Let's see how out of control he feels when I splash all his dirty laundry all over the internet.

"If you don't text me regularly," Jessie threatens beside me, "I'm calling Sheriff Chancey. No, I'll get Nim to rally the Cardinals, and we'll just storm the building and drag you out, understood?"

I chuckle and wrap my arm around my friend. We're standing outside Toe Beans, the cat café his Daddy, Nim, owns. The Cardinals are his biker family, and it wouldn't be the first time they'd joined forces to rescue a boy, from what I've heard. So I don't doubt Jessie's sincerity.

"I'll be fine," I assure him yet again. "But yes, I promise I'll keep in touch so you know I haven't been murdered by the scary stranger."

I haven't told my friends everything. They certainly don't know that my new sugar Daddy is Logan's father or that I'm planning on ruining the entire family's reputation just to get back at my ex-fuck buddy. But Jessie does know that I'm being whisked away for a weekend of sin by my new amour that I met at the party I went to.

I secretly love that he's worried about me, but it's not something I'm used to. My parents haven't reached out once to check that I'm still alive since I left home, simply relying on hearing occasionally from my sister that we're both okay. Jessie's concern makes me feel awkward and itchy.

Instead of trying to articulate how I'm feeling, I simply hug him tighter and kiss his cheek. A shiny black car is approaching, and I glance at the number plate to confirm it's the one McKenna sent for me.

I'm fully aware that my intentions with this man are nefarious. But it is pretty awesome that he insisted on having me picked up from a public place to respect the privacy of my home. Jessie agreed that was a bit assuring, along with the fact that we met at a very public party. But he's still fretting that it might have all been a ploy and that my date could still be a serial killer. McKenna might be a bastard, but I think I'm going to be safe enough at his house.

"I'll give you all the juicy details when I get home, okay?" I promise my friend.

He grins at me. "I wouldn't expect anything less."

The car pulls up to the curb, and a suited driver gets out to open the back door for me. A flash of nerves surges through me, but I'm not sure why. I've got this. I give Jessie a goofy thumbs-up, then get inside the vehicle. Operation Fuck Over Logan McKenna has officially entered phase two.

It's only about a twenty-minute drive to Albertson, but we don't go into the town center. I tried to find any information about McKenna's home online, but he's got good privacy set up—for now, at least. I'm not surprised, however, that he's gotten a mansion in the middle of nowhere. It's a pretty standard looking house, except that it's three stories high and twice the width of a regular home.

It doesn't stir much within me, but I can't help but admire the sweeping gravel driveway and the white ornamental fountain in front of the building. Half a dozen perfectly manicured shrubs sit in pristine white pots between the columns that stand at the house's entrance. They're not holding up anything other than the extended roof. Mostly, they're just decorative.

It's a preposterous waste of wealth. A pure display of power. I wouldn't expect anything else, but it is a little disappointing that this man is as clichéd as I assumed he was. After all, this is the kind of world I come from. Money doesn't impress me.

Kindness does.

I need to remember that he might be a smoking silver fox and the one time we've fucked so far was incredible. But when everything's said and done, he's still a soulless millionaire. He's leaving Paddle Creek to slowly decay while he lives up life here.

Shaking myself, I push those thoughts aside. They're not going to be helpful in my quest for justice. I need to keep my eye on the prize and not let my heart get invested. It shouldn't be too difficult. After the way I allowed his son to get to me, I've sworn off feelings even harder than before.

And it's not because I think I'm unlovable.

Probably.

The driver gets my case out of the trunk. I packed a lot. I might only be here for a couple of days, but McKenna specifically wanted me to be pretty for him, so I needed to make sure I had plenty of options available to me.

The more I think about it, the more I feel like McKenna leans toward the straight end of the Kinsey scale. I couldn't care less what anyone's sexual preferences are so long as they're not hurting anyone, and I won't stand for any kind of bisexual shaming or the like. But if he needs me to give him more of a feminine illusion for my plan to keep working, I'm happy to indulge him.

It's not like it's a bad thing for me, anyway. I love an excuse to get glammed up. And I hate guys who fem-shame. So I might not be in doll mode as I approach the front door, but I've got on a cute shift dress, cinched in with a chunky belt, and a pair of ankle boots. I'm wearing day make-up, so it still took a lot of effort on my part, but your average guy would probably only notice the glossy lips and eyeliner.

I'm here to be this man's doll for the weekend. His fantasy. He doesn't need to know how much work went into looking perfect for him.

McKenna instructed me to go ahead and ring the doorbell when I arrived. By the time I get to the top of the stone steps, the car is already pulling away, the gravel crunching under the tires until it disappears out of sight. Exhaling, I turn back and steel myself before pressing the bell.

"You've got this," I murmur. If I just switch off the reasons why I'm here in the first place, there's a strong chance I'm going to have a lot of fun.

I don't have to wait long before the door opens inward, and there he is. Fuck, he is handsome. Chiseled jawline, tanned skin, salt-and-pepper hair, and big strong hands. He's not wearing a jacket today, but he's still dressed in a light blue shirt with the top couple of buttons undone, navy slacks, and gentlemanly house slippers.

"Hello, Daddy," I say appreciatively.

He smirks at me and licks his lips. "Hello, beautiful," he greets me back. "Thank you for coming. Let me get that for you."

I don't try and stop him as he slides his fingers around my suitcase handle. It's not exactly empty, so I like it that he picks it up easily. Just as I thought, he's still in good shape. And he might be an arrogant, rich asshole, but a little chivalry goes a long way in my book.

"Thank you," I simper, fluttering my eyelashes at him.

His gaze lingers on my mouth for just a second too long for it to go unnoticed. Then he clears his throat and indicates with his free hand for me to head inside. I step over the threshold, and he closes the door. As soon as it clicks shut, he wraps his hand around my stomach, pressing his chest to my back as he nuzzles his nose against my neck and inhales deeply. I'm really glad I used my special occasion expensive perfume and moisturizer so that I smell extra yummy for him.

"We're alone," he murmurs against my skin. "I dismissed the weekend staff."

"Your family?" I ask. I want him to know I am not some na?ve little thing.

He grunts and presses a kiss to my neck. "Also not here and not coming back for a long time."

I already know where Logan lives as that's where he used to fuck me. Morbid curiosity wants me to push to ask about McKenna's wife. He's still wearing a wedding ring, after all. But she's not my problem. Anyway, she married this man, and Logan is her son as well. I don't feel any particular sympathy for her or the fact that I'm planning on humiliating her as much as Logan and his father. They're all as bad as each other, as far as I'm concerned.

McKenna's hand travels farther down, slipping under the bottom of my dress and fondling the globes of my ass. Normally, I'd have worn a jock-strap for him so he could have easy access, but I didn't want to flash anyone in town without their consent. Still, I picked out some of my fanciest underwear for him to discover as a treat. I moan and lean more against him, my eyes fluttering closed as he continues around my hips and presses his palm over my hardening length.

"Love that you're wearing lace," he says, nipping at my earlobe.

"Of course, Daddy," I say. "I told you I'd be pretty for you. What are you going to do to your new toy?"

He growls, biting down on my lobe before releasing me. "Everything. Come this way."

He places his hand on the small of my back and takes my suitcase handle once again. Then he ushers me up a staircase made of dark, shiny wood that curves along the wall and around to the second floor. There are gray rugs on the wooden floors and the walls are painted a tasteful sage green.

We soon enter a bedroom decorated mostly in peach tones with an honest-to-god chandelier hanging from the ceiling. I spy an enormous built-in closet with white wooden doors and a large white dressing table with lightbulbs around the mirror like a starlet's dressing room might have. A balcony opens up to look over the grounds, and there's a door to an en suite. From this angle, the bathroom looks bigger than my whole room back at the apartment, but I'll have to investigate that later when McKenna leaves me alone. This space has a beautiful feminine energy to it that I appreciate. I can see myself lounging around here draped in silks and ostrich feathers.

"This will be your room, Kiki," McKenna informs me as he places my bag at the foot of the bed. "You will not venture any farther down the corridor or go upstairs. You will stick to here and downstairs."

"Yes, Daddy," I assure him. Yeah, I know it doesn't make any sense if I'm here to ruin his family name, but until then, I can respect his privacy.

"I will come in here and fuck you whenever I please," he continues, grinding all my other thoughts to a halt. "You will be my doll for the entirety of your stay. Unless you use your safewords, I will play with you however I like. Your orgasms belong to me. You are not allowed to come until I tell you to. You are absolutely not allowed to touch yourself unless it's for my viewing pleasure and I instruct you to. You are to be beautiful for me at all times. You will call me Daddy, and for as long as you are here, you will love your Daddy with all your porcelain heart. I will feed you and take care of you. The closet is filled with new clothes that you are to wear for your Daddy. If I don't tell you what I want you to be in, you have my permission to decide what I think I will like the most. You will exist for my pleasure until I release you on Sunday. Do you understand?"

My heart is racing in my chest and my half-hard cock has visibly thickened to full mast under my dress. I've already slipped into doll mode, allowing my gaze to un-focus, and my arms are hanging in neutral by my sides.

"Yes, Daddy," I say in my doll voice.

He steps back over to me, running his hands over my skin and kissing my neck again. "Good doll," he says quietly. I'm already drifting away, letting everything go. What happens next isn't up to me. I give myself freely to this man.

His hands are back under my dress, skimming over my panties. But this time he wastes no time in peeling them off, pushing them down until they fall around my ankles.

"You are to be ready for your Daddy at all times," he says, licking the shell of my ear. "I will pleasure you, but only if you pleasure Daddy first. I won't fuck around with too many layers of clothing when I want to play."

"Yes, Daddy," I reply automatically.

He's stroking my dick, rubbing his thumb over the head, and it's taking more effort than usual not to tremble. I feel like melting into a puddle, but I have to stay strong for him. Usually, it's easy for me to disassociate. In fact, that's the whole appeal of doll play. But this man makes me want to scream and beg.

I'm not supposed to be feeling anything at all, though, so I fall back on my doll phrases to try and hurry this first session along. I'm overwhelmed with his intoxicating dominance, and I'm going to need some time alone to get my shit together if I'm going to survive this intense weekend. If I satisfy him, hopefully, he'll leave me alone to shower and settle in. I can use that time to collect myself.

This is a job, after all. Not a date.

"I love you, Daddy," I say. Sure enough, that elicits a filthy moan from him.

"Get on your knees, doll," he rasps.

There's another rug in here, but I would have bruised my knees for him, anyway. He needs to know he has complete control over me so he trusts me. I kick away my panties before I sink down, using my core to keep my movements as mechanical as possible. As he's still behind me, I blink a few times. When he can see me, I'll do my best not to move at all to further the illusion.

I remain motionless as he comes and stands in front of me, already unzipping his pants. Part of our deal is no condoms. I'm on PrEP in any case, but he also showed me his latest medical records and insisted I do the same. He's probably just covering his own ass so he doesn't give his wife something nasty, but I have to say it'll be a thrill to fuck bareback as it's something I never do.

He's been inside me before, but this is the first time I've seen his cock up close and personal. It's red and straining, precum already smeared over the bulbous head, the dark vein pronounced, balls large and heavy. I love that his length is nestled in graying dark curls and protruding through his pants and the bottom of his shirt. He's asserting his dominance by keeping his clothes on.

Gripping the back of my head with one hand, he holds his member with the other and rubs the tip against my lips. "You're so pretty," he mumbles as he begins pushing inside my mouth. Obediently, I wrap my lips around him, licking with my tongue and sucking him deeper. The rest of my body is motionless, though. Lifeless for him to do with as he pleases. He drops his head back as he starts to thrust deeper. "Good doll," he mutters. "Like that. Suck on Daddy's big cock. Such a pretty doll. All mine. Mine to fuck whenever I fucking want."

Spit is dripping down my chin. I take long, slow breaths through my nose as I suck and swallow and worship his dick. His fingers tighten in my hair, the pain sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through my body and making my balls throb.

He gnashes his teeth, and I prepare myself to take his load, but he suddenly withdraws and starts jerking off frantically in front of my face. Within seconds, he's coming with a roar, his cum splattering my face, my hair, and my clothes. I'm impressed at how much he paints me with, his hand flying over his length as he spits more and more cream all over me, claiming me, marking me as his own.

I absolutely love it when men get feral. I've turned this slick gentleman into a goddamned caveman.

Eventually, he slows down, milking the last few drips that leak onto his fingers. Like last time, he holds his hand out to me, watching as I suck them clean.

Breathing heavily, he tucks himself back into his pants and zips himself up again, all the while never taking his eyes off me. I'm still looking into the middle distance, so I sense most of his movements from the corner of my eye rather than actually seeing them. But I know that I've got him enraptured.

He cups my face and rubs his thumb over my cheek, smearing his cum over my skin. "Beautiful," he murmurs.

Without saying anything else, he takes a firm hold of my shoulders and pulls me until I rise to my feet again. I'm still fully dressed apart from my underwear. He kneels down and undoes my boots, slipping my bare feet out. Then he places his hand on the small of my back again, guiding me toward the bed.

First, he kicks off his slippers and settles himself down, spreading his legs out in a V shape. Then he encircles my wrist with his fingers and tugs me, settling me with my back pressed against his chest, tapping his hand in between my legs so I open them as well. Then he flips up my dress, exposing my cock in all its leaking, throbbing glory.

"So beautiful," he mumbles against my ear.

I feel him lean over and hear a drawer open. A clicking noise suggests some kind of lid opening, and the scent of peaches fills the air, matching the room's décor. The lube is cold as he glides his hand over my dick, but I don't react in any way, staring determinedly ahead.

"Daddy loves his new Kiki toy," he says as he begins working me, the squelching sounding debaucherous. "Does Kiki love his Daddy?"

"I love you, Daddy," I reply automatically.

He hums and kisses my neck as he plays more with my dick. "I like this part of my toy. I like that I can see how excited Daddy makes his Kiki doll. Does Kiki like Daddy playing with him like this?"

"I love it, Daddy," I tell him, and fuck it, I'm not lying. I lie still as he jerks me off, his other hand slipping under my dress, groping and squeezing my pec, rubbing his thumb over my budded nipple.

"Such pretty little titties, all for Daddy," he mumbles. "Daddy is going to play with every single inch of his Kiki doll's body. Kiki looks so pretty covered in cum. That's what you were made for, wasn't it, Kiki? For Daddy to fuck you over and over and over."

"Yes, Daddy," I utter.

He's teasing me, slowing down before speeding up again, bringing me to the edge, only to pull me back once more.

"Does Kiki want to come?" he asks.

"Yes, Daddy," I reply, only just stopping my voice from cracking.

"Beg for it, Kiki. Tell Daddy how much you want to come all over yourself. Tell Daddy how much you love it. Kiki isn't allowed to come until Daddy says so, remember?"

I'm trying not to breathe too hard, but it's becoming more difficult. "Yes, Daddy," I utter, clinging to my composure by my fingertips. "Please, Daddy. I love you, Daddy. Please, Daddy. Please, please, please."

He speeds up, taking his hand out of my dress and instead pressing it on my stomach, his fingers digging against my flesh through my clothes. "Come for Daddy, Kiki. Show Daddy how much you love him. Daddy's perfect, beautiful doll."

I have to grit my teeth to stop myself from screaming or flailing about as I let go, my orgasm crashing through me as I explode all over his hand. I shoot over the blanket that's on top of the duvet. I might be still, but my cock is jerking in his fist like a fish caught on a line. My cum hits his pants and my clothes as well, spurting like a geyser as my balls empty every last drop.

"Good doll." McKenna purrs into my ear as I flop against him. "So beautiful. You were perfect, Kiki. Daddy loved it. Good doll. Well done. Daddy's so proud of you. Stay here with Daddy for just a bit longer. Then Daddy can clean up his precious Kiki doll, okay?"

He kisses my neck tenderly and gently wraps his arms around me. It feels…real. Like he genuinely treasured what we just shared. My heart is still racing, but I blink as I come back to myself, chest heaving as I pant.

I'm completely washed out, my emotions raw and unruly. I'm not supposed to be feeling anything outside of physical sensations, but it's like he's stripped me naked, and now there's nowhere to hide. I know part of this is a chemical come down after the euphoric high he just gave me, but it's overwhelming, and I can't seem to get a grip on myself.

He's supposed to fuck me, then leave me the fuck alone. Why is he still here? Why is he holding me like we're lovers? Why does he want to clean me up again? I can't breathe. I can't see. I…I…

I burst into tears.