Page 11 of The Birthday Buy

“I tried to tell him you don’t like to share, Daddy.” I bat my eyelashes at him innocently, watching as his jaw ticks with agitation.

Jay’s going to come completely undone, unraveling slowly as I add more to the story.

“Tell me everything he did to you.” Jay growls.

I bristle with excitement, a sly smile spreads slowly across my lips. “Only if you promise to punish him for every time he touched me, my big baddy daddy,” I say, doing my best to beg.

“How do you want me to torture him? What will it take to restore the honor he stole from you?” Jay’s voice is husky and his eyes devour my very soul with the way he looks at me, full of adoration.

”I think you should take his fingers, and even his toes, if you have to. It might teach him to keep his grubby, useless fingers off of things that belong to you.” I say, my tone dangerous and deadly. “Go ahead, start by taking one for your brother. Remind him why he’s here to begin with, and what you do to those who steal from you.”

“It turns me on when you talk like that, amore mio. You’re going to have me hard and railing you this time. You’ve been a naughty girl yourself, allowing another man to touch you. Does your body need to be reminded of who its master is?” His voice is husky and deep.

“A little reminder never hurts.” I wink at him.

Jay smiles at me. “Do you have something I can borrow that will do the trick?”

Daddy knows me so well. “Of course,” I pur. “You know I’ve planned everything down to the very last detail.”

“That’s what I adore about you, amore mio,” Jay says, kissing my fingers.

I call Cecile. “Bring me the pruning shears, babe.”

A few minutes later, Cecile comes back with the shears. She holds them up and snaps them together. “Have fun,” she snickers, tossing a look at Ghost.

His eyes are wide as his cheeks puff in and out while he panics. It’s quite entertaining watching him with his mouth taped shut. I snap the shears closer to his face and laugh, “Oh, Ghost, you’ve been such a naughty boy. Which finger should Daddy take first?” I ask him, even though he can’t answer. “What’s that?” I cackle, leaning in closer. “You want to let Jay pick as a birthday gift from you? That’s so thoughtful.”

I take a step back to hand Jay the shears. “Happy birthday, Daddy. Enjoy yourself.”

Jay kisses my cheek softly, his lips just barely grazing my skin as he accepts the shears. In the chair, Ghost wriggles and squirms, trying to escape, but I’m much better at tying people up than he is, and so he’s stuck with nowhere to go.

“Ghost,” Jay growls as he slaps him across the face.

Ghost’s head snaps in the other direction from the force. “Look at me, coward,” Jay demands, grabbing him by the hair and yanking his head until Ghost is staring back at him. “That’s better.” He lets go of Ghost’s hair, lifts the shears and swings them into the side of Ghost’s face, cracking him right in the jaw.

“Mmmmm.” I moan at Jay. “I love watching you work, Daddy.”

He looks at me over this shoulder with a smoldering half-smile, then returns to his work. He runs his finger over each one of Ghost’s, then stops at his pointer finger on the right hand.

“Bellissima, would you like to be my assistant?” He asks.

“I would love to be your assistant, Daddy.” I say as I slide into place next to him. My hands can’t help themselves. They have a mind of their own. I reach over to trace the outline of Jay’s cock. He moans as I do.

“Later, amore mio. First, we have some fun.” He replies in a dangerous, throaty rumble.

I pluck Ghost’s finger. Surprisingly, he only puts up a little bit of a fight. Jay holds up the shears, surrounding his finger from below. “Open your eyes and watch,” Jay snarls.

Ghost refuses to open his eyes and Jay closes the shears slowly just enough to pierce the first few layers of skin. The bright red blood trickles out and down the metal blades. Beneath the tape, Ghost screams.

“Watch and I’ll show you mercy by doing it quickly, otherwise it will be slow and painful.” Jay’s voice is a menacing whisper.

I’m damn near giddy with excitement. When my big bad Mafia Daddy talks like this; it gets me hot all over. I can’t wait much longer. “Do it, Jay, cut his fucking finger off,” I coax, unable to contain myself.

Ghost continues to defy him, screaming out in agony as the blades slowly slice deeper and deeper. His face is pale all over and just when I think Jay is never going to finish the job, he hits bone. I can feel the blades scrape into the bone and vibrate through the rest of his finger. Oh my God, he’s so close. All it’s going to take is one big squeeze with the shears. Jay squeezes hard. Ghost’s body goes limp and his finger dangles in my hand as blood splatters everywhere. I lay the severed finger on the coffee table.

“Get Cecile in here to clean this up and wake sleeping beauty over there.” Jay says, staring at me with hooded, hungry eyes. “Tell her to make it fast because I’m not done playing with my present yet.”

I smile and relay the information to Cecile over the phone. While Cecile and her team deal with Ghost, Jay peppers my neck with kisses. “Slide the fur off. I don’t want to stain it with blood.” He whispers against my ear, before snapping his fingers and pointing to it.

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