Page 4 of The Birthday Buy

It sucks walking away from him like this. I’m struggling to bring myself to do it. The card in question sits next to him on the glass table; inauspiciously. It doesn’t bother him one bit. He’s simply waiting. Jay’s the best like that. He’s so good at following instructions. His patience with me never wavers. I know he would never dream of opening the card early and risk ruining the surprise. He says he hates surprises, but I think he secretly loves mine. Who can blame him? I never disappoint. Jay says nothing back to me, so I blow him a playful kiss.

“Do you want a birthday blowy before I leave?” I ask, batting my eyelashes at him innocently. “Tell me, Daddy, would you like that?”

The corner of his mouth lifts slightly in a sexy little smirk that leaves me dripping wet in between my legs.

“I would be a fool to turn down a birthday blowy from the most beautiful woman in the world. Crawl over here, Treasure, on your hands and knees. Give me an early birthday present.” His tone is all business; deep and husky, the way I like it.

I toss my head back and laugh, then look him dead in the eyes. “I’m not crawling in my leather. It could wrinkle. I’m sure you understand, don’t you, baby?”

I’m pushing my luck, but I’m a masochist who loves to be punished.

“Oh, I understand, but don’t think your defiance will be forgiven. I’ll punish you later for your insubordination, Treasure.” He quips. “Now get over here and put every inch of my cock in your mouth like you said you would.”

“Do you promise, Daddy?” I ask, continuing to play with the boundaries he’s laying down.

“Do you want me to let you lead, or do you want me to tie you up and take my own damn birthday present?” His voice is dangerous, warning me I’m pushing too hard.

I stroll over, pretending to be indifferent to his icy tone. Once I’m standing in front of his plush leather armchair, I slide my way between his legs as I drop to my knees, allowing my thumbs to dig in dangerously high up on his thighs.

Jay hisses, then grabs me by the hair, yanking my head up to ensure I am looking at him. “Put my cock in your mouth,” he demands as he uses his other hand to unfasten his belt in one fluid motion.

I’m looking nowhere but at his cold, dark, hooded eyes. Jay leans down next to my ear, then moans. “Mmmmm. I love it when you have an attitude. It makes me work harder to pound it out of you.”

I smirk. I’m a brat and I know it. He loves it. I say nothing. It’s better to let him think he’s the man in charge. I might be the one actually running the show tonight, but I’ll always let my man feel like he has the upper hand. Stroking his ego makes everything more enjoyable. When he feels good, and he’s happy, it makes me happy. I may have plotted out every single detail about tonight, but I left plenty of room for Jay to improvise.

Knowing I’m short on time I reach for Jay’s pants to pull out his cock, but he swats my hand away, then unclasps his pants and grips his cock in his hand while pulling my mouth onto him, using his grip on my hair to manipulate my movements. When his tip glides against my lips, I open wide to take him. Then surprise him by licking up and down his shaft. I trace the veins throbbing on his hard cock like the lines of a coloring page. His head falls back, and he loosens the grip on my hair. When his pre-cum leaks out, I lick up every last drop and swirl my tongue around his tip.

“Mmmmm. That’s my girl,” he groans, tightening his grip on my hair and slamming himself deeper until I gag.

My eyes begin to water as he sets the pace, fucking my mouth. After several passes, he pulls me from his dick and I gasp for air.

“It turns me on knowing you choose to let me fuck your pretty little mouth over breathing, Treasure.” Jay rasps.

I run my tongue against his shaft in response and feel him get harder inside my mouth. It’s so hot knowing he enjoys what my mouth is doing to him. He reaches down to wipe a teardrop that has escaped from my cheek.

“Don’t cry, Treasure. I promise I’ll fuck your tight pussy later. Be a good girl and swallow every drop for me. I don’t want to get cum on your pretty purple shirt.”

I stretch my jaw as much as possible and then he’s fucking my throat again as tears burn in my eyes and I steal every breath of air I can.

“Such a good fucking girl, swallowing all my cum,” he moans as the hot liquid shoots down the back of my throat. I can’t breathe, all I can do is swallow.

When Jay finishes, he pulls his spent cock from my mouth, leans forward in the chair, wiping the cum from my lips, then sucks his finger clean. He tilts my chin up and kisses my lips, moaning.

“Fuck, I love the way I taste on your lips.” Satisfied and smiling, he pulls away, breaking our kiss.

Demi

We ride in silence to Club Lust. The driver picked me up right on time, as expected. The anticipation building inside of me during the drive is excruciating because I’m left only to my thoughts. I keep thinking about how much Jay is going to love his gift this year, and I already know there’s no way I will ever be able to top this next year. The buildings blur by as we make our way to the secret location. It’s hard to believe in a few short hours I’m betting everything on the information from my confidante, and partner in crime, Cecile.

She knows what will happen if she’s wrong. It won’t be me she has to worry about. Jay will show no mercy when it comes to me. If anyone were to so much as lay a finger on me, he would no doubt end their life. Then he would find anyone else involved and end them too. He’s my ruthless king of Detroit. He makes my knees weak and my pussy ache.

Damn, I keep getting distracted by my thoughts. I should pay more attention to my surroundings. I know Jay’s keeping tabs on me, though. He watches my every move and keeps me safe from the world. He always has. I could probably look out for myself, but it makes him feel some type of way which I find incredibly attractive. Fuck. There I go thinking about him again. I spend the remainder of my car ride either lost in my thoughts about Jay or scolding myself for getting lost in my thoughts.

We pull up behind an abandoned warehouse and the driver cuts the engine. There are several other town cars parked like ours. He steps out of the car and opens my door for me, politely. Once again, saying nothing. After I’ve climbed out, he slams the door behind me. It echoes loudly in the quiet emptiness.

“Follow me,” he says gruffly, walking toward a door that nearly blends in with the walls of the warehouse. On the door is a keypad. He enters his code swiftly, taking care to ensure I am not able to see what he is entering. The door clicks, and he holds it open for me. ‘‘After you.”

I walk into a dimly lit rectangular space. There’s a set of elevators along one wall and a man in a suit standing between them overseeing everything. He gives a slight nod of acknowledgment to my driver, who walks to the elevator and keys in yet another code. When the elevator dings and the doors glide open, he gestures for me to step inside. I do so reluctantly, not because I’m afraid but because he’s so dull and boring. The driver takes his job way too seriously. We ride in silence down to what is likely the basement. I’m not prepared for what I see once the elevator comes to a stop and the doors open.

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