Page 9 of The Birthday Buy

He swallows hard, saying nothing.

“That’s better. Now stand up.” I instruct.

He does what I tell him and I drop to the floor to begin wrapping his legs up in the colored birthday paper.

“I never thought you’d be on your knees in front of me like this,” Ghost says, trying his best swoony voice.

He’s lucky he’s Jay’s gift. If it were up to me, I would have already cut his tongue off or sewed his lips shut.

“If you don’t want to ruin my perfect, mint condition gift for Jay, then you should just stop talking, because if you continue, I might do something I regret and I don’t want to give Jay a broken present.” I say, then add. “If you can’t shut up, I have no problem taping your mouth shut.”

Ghost laughs, “Baby, you play so rough with me. I love it. Now be a good little whore and suck my cock like I paid you to.”

I stand up, snapping at Cecile to take over wrapping him up in birthday paper. He’s a fucking idiot.

I poke him in the chest as I speak. “Call me a whore again. Do you really think you bought me because I was at the club for some reason other than setting you up?”

Silence.

I poke him some more. “Unlike you, I’m an actual criminal. I planned everything out, the way us professionals who get our hands dirty do. You think this is all because you stumbled upon on me at the club? That is preposterous. You’re a fucking idiot and you walked right into my trap. Welcome to the lion’s den, Ghost.”

He pauses and looks me dead in the face and says, “Then be a good little criminal and suck me off one more time before I die.”

“No.” I seethe at him in return. “You’d like that too much. Instead, I’m going to watch as you beg Jay to finish you. One of us is going to make sure you wish for death, and invite him to take you with him to hell.”

Cecile hands me a roll of duct tape and I rip a piece off, covering his mouth with it before he can say anything else and kill more of my brain cells. I’m losing my patience. We work in silence to finish wrapping him and place a giant bow on his chest.

Daddy Jay

Cecile leads me to the rental house. We follow a curved sidewalk to an average-looking house. A quick glance around the perimeter tells me Demi did a decent job stacking enough security. However, if word gets out that I’m here, it puts a much larger target on us. I snap at Ricky, signaling one then five for an additional fifteen guards to be brought in. He talks into his earpiece and tells someone on the other side my orders. I follow Cecile up the steps to the large front porch. The video doorbell is disconnected and there are armed guards littering the porch, blending into the shadows. Cecile opens the door for me. Inside the foyer foil letters are strung up from the ceiling with the words happy birthday spelled out. Black balloons float across the ceiling, covering it like waves of black storm clouds. A set of stairs leads to the second floor and on the other side of the foyer is a living room filled with more security and guards. There are computers open and working on the coffee table. The house extends further back to a kitchen that you can glimpse from the main hallway, but we are taking the stairs. A chunk of carpet has been cut off the stairs. Covered in blood, most likely, and taken to be burned. At the top of the stairs is a landing where two armed guards are stationed. We cross through it to a bedroom door where another guard is posted.

So far, security is nice and tight. I’m impressed and getting hard just thinking about it. Whatever drugs Demi gave me are probably entering my bloodstream. It’s been about fifteen minutes since I popped the pill in the car. We step through the doorway into the bedroom. On one side is a king-size bed. It’s empty. On the other side is a small living area with a fireplace. On the oversized chair is a lumpy, human-shaped package with a bow. Demi stands next to it. My heart races and I get even harder the moment my eyes land on her. She’s parading around in black sexy lingerie and her fur shrug adorns her shoulders. My hungry gaze travels down her long, sleek legs to her black high heels. I have to adjust myself before someone notices. It’s too late though. Demi watches, blows me a kiss, and then winks at me.

“There’s my birthday boy,” she says in a sweet, sultry voice that makes my cock twitch with excitement.

“And there’s my naughty girl, who is just begging for a punishment,” I reply, followed by a whistle at Demi. “Look at you, bellissima.”

She points at me, turning her hand over slowly, then curls her finger, motioning for me to come over to her. When I’m close enough, she falls into me, wrapping her arms around my neck. Her breasts push against my chest first, sending a rush of adrenaline right for my already hard cock. I want to feel the relief of coming deep inside of her. She wraps one leg around me, and it’s more than I can handle. The drugs are definitely taking effect. Pre-cum leaks from me as she grinds into my body, kissing my neck. “I got you a present, baby,” Demi whispers in my ear.

My hands have found their way to rest against her ass cheeks as I palm them greedily. “Would you like me to open it for you, amore mio?” I ask.

“Mmmmhmmmm.” She bites her lip and nods her head.

“How about I open my gift, then you come sit on my lap and ride this big dick for me?” I rasp as I kiss her neck affectionately.

She removes one arm from around my neck and runs her hand up my leg in search of my cock. Demi strokes my length and I gasp from the sensation. “Did someone come to this party hoping to have a good time?” She asks, teasing me.

“I couldn’t help myself. Should I open my gift, or throw you on the bed and have my way regardless of the games you’re playing?” I ask, nipping at her neck.

“I want you to open your gift first, Daddy.” She pleads as her hand continues stroking me.

I snap my fingers at Cecile this time. “Get everyone out.” I bark my orders, eager to open my present so I can bury my cock in Demi and feel some relief from this intensity.

Around us people clear out of the room until it’s just me, Demi, and whoever is wrapped up in the birthday paper. I eye my present.

Noticing, Demi says, “Go ahead, open it, but start at the bottom and work your way to the top.”

I walk over and rip the paper from around the bottom. I’m not surprised to find a pair of legs. I continue ripping the paper, growing more curious as I work my way to the head section. Once I’ve unwrapped my present’s chest, Demi stops me.

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