Page 13 of The Birthday Buy

“That’s my good fucking girl,” Jay’s voice rumbles, as he helps me to my feet and wipes the cum from my lips.

I bat my eyelashes at him, then bend over so he can see I’m naked beneath the robe as I pick up the flogger from the ground.

“Do you mind if I borrow this, Daddy? I need some pieces of Ghost for my surprise.” I croon.

“Go right ahead, amore mio. Enjoy yourself.” He says, taking a seat on the sofa to watch.

I examine the flogger for a moment. It’s just not bloody enough, but Ghost’s back is dripping blood from where the barbed wire digs into his skin. I get a few good hits in for fun, then return the flogger to Jay. I grab the glass candle votive from the coffee table, dumping the candle and decorative rock out, then turn to Ghost.

“This might hurt a little, but I only need a few ounces.” I say with a shrug, then press the edge of the glass against the small of his back and drag it up to his shoulder. Bits of skin and blood drip into the glass votive, slowly filling it. I repeat the process across the entire length of his back until only fresh blood is dribbling out and down his skin. When I hold up the votive, it’s probably four ounces of blood and small chunks of flesh. It’s perfect. I smile at Jay, holding up the votive.

“I need to use this while it’s fresh and room temperature. It’s easier to work with that way.” I say, leaning down to kiss him on the cheek. “I’ll be back later with a yummy birthday treat. If you get hungry in the meantime, just let someone know. I had the entire weekend catered with all your favorites.”

“You’re too good for me. I promise to take a break from torture and eat something soon.” He winks at me.

“My pussy is not food, Jay. You need to keep your strength up if you’re going to be a big bad Mafia Daddy and murder Ghost.” I blow him a kiss from the door and stroll off to bake him a cake.

In the kitchen I set the glass of blood on the counter, preheat the oven, and gather the ingredients all laid out on the kitchen island just waiting for me. I add the dry ingredients to the mixer first, including the imported cocoa powder. As I sift everything together, I get lost in my thoughts thinking about how sexy Jay looked flogging Ghost when I walked in on the two of them. Our first night was unlike anything I’ve experienced before. I’ve never felt so euphoric, and the sex—the sex, was fucking mind blowing.

Once the dry ingredients are sifted, I move to the second mixer and begin adding the wet ingredients. This process takes more focus as each step is precise. I don’t want any of the ingredients to mix improperly. The last thing I add is half of the blood from the glass votive. With both parts mixed and ready, I mix them together, drizzling the liquid parts of the batter into the dry bowl. While the mixer works to fold the batter together, I prepare the cupcake pan.

I’ve found through trial and error that like pig blood, human blood can be used in place of eggs when baking and the desserts turn out perfectly scrumptious. I hope my birthday boy enjoys his special treat. Daddy Jay deserves this. The oven timer dings, letting me know it’s preheated. I shut off the mixer and fill the tray carefully. After all the individual cups have been filled, I pop the cupcakes in the oven to bake. My smile spreads across my lips as I cross my arms and toss my head back with a laugh. It’s time to make a delicious ganache frosting. I start by breaking down the exquisite chocolate, melting it low and slow. Next I start to heat the heavy cream. Once both are ready, it’s time to whisk them together and add the final ingredient. I tip the remaining blood into the frosting, and finish mixing then pour it into a chilled mixing bowl to speed up the chilling process. The bowl gets covered and placed in the refrigerator for later. The timing of the entire process is almost perfect. I check the cupcakes from the window of the oven door. Five more minutes and they’ll be ready to pull out. While pacing the kitchen floor waiting, I think about how much fun it’s going to be to use the leftover frosting for later. I can’t wait to see what Ghost tastes like.

The timer dings and I slip on the oven mitts to pull out twenty-four perfectly baked chocolate cupcakes. These can cool while I clean up and shower. Jay is going to love his birthday cupcakes.

“Happy birthday to you,” I sing to Jay while holding a dish full of cupcakes.

I’ve placed two candles in some of the cupcakes and lit them all, so he has to blow out all forty. Ghost sits adjacent to us, bloody and unconscious. I guess Jay has been having all kinds of fun without me.

“Make a wish, birthday boy, and blow out your candles.” My voice is breathy and sensual.

Jay flashes me his debonair smile that gets me every time. The electric tingles rush through my body, lighting up all my nerves. He knows exactly how to make me swoon. I smile back at him and then Jay closes his eyes. He blows out almost all the candles.

“Show off,” I tease, as he blows the stragglers out.

Jay winks. “I’ve got to keep you interested with my many talents.”

“With that mouth of yours, and your big dick, I could never lose interest in you, Daddy,” I croon, pulling him in for a kiss.

Jay breaks our kiss first. I can feel his hard cock pressing against me, and I know he wants to fuck just as bad as I do. He remains close enough to whisper against my lips. “Are you going to be a good girl and come sit on my lap while you feed me my birthday cupcake?”

“Anything for my birthday boy,” I reply, grabbing his hand and sliding it up my thigh and beneath my short black bodycon dress.

“Mmmmm,” Jay moans. “Amore mio, you aren’t wearing any panties.”

“That’s right, Daddy. I wanted to surprise you.” I purr, placing the tray of cupcakes on the coffee table, then shoving him to the couch and straddling him.

Jay’s fingers land against my aching pussy as I grind against him, riding his finger until I come all over them. Once I’ve come, I guide his hands to his mouth and make him lick them clean. Next to us, an unconscious Ghost stirs in his chair. He’s still tied up, there’s crusted blood on his lip where it looks like it was split, and he appears to be missing another finger.

“You’ve been a busy birthday boy today,” I say, climbing off his lap long enough to grab a cupcake. When I return, I sit down next to Jay, then swing my legs over him, allowing them to dangle off the couch, and giving Ghost a perfect view of my glistening pussy. It’s a shame one eye is too swollen shut to be able to enjoy it. Holding the cupcake up to Jay’s lips, I say, “I hope you enjoy the way Ghost tastes. Now it’s your turn to be a good boy and open wide.”

Jay doesn’t hesitate. He opens his mouth, eager to eat the special cupcakes I spent all afternoon baking for him. He takes a big bite and then moans. “Bellissima, this is exquisite, divine, savory. I’ve never tasted anything like it. Ghost is delicious. I can only think of one thing that will make it taste even better.”

“What’s that?” I ask, curious what could possibly make it taste any better.

Jay takes another bite and runs his hand up my legs, parting them. He drags his fingers across my wet pussy and rasps, “Your pussy.”

He pushes my legs off of him, then stands up, walks over to Ghost and gives his face a smack. “Wakey, wakey, Ghost.” He growls.

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