13. Chapter 13

Daddy Jay

C ecile 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.

"Do you want to guess who it is?" She asks eagerly.

"I don't have any idea." I answer.

"Go ahead then," she replies, urging me to finish.

I pull the paper away slowly, savoring the big reveal. A menacing laugh escapes my lips and I look at Demi grinning ear to ear with delight.

I can't believe Ghost is staring back at me. Demi really has outdone herself this time. This is better than any gift I could ever think of to ask for. I look at her in disbelief. " Mon amore, you shouldn't have, but I am so glad you did." My throat makes a deep, raspy growl. "Mmmmm. Get back over here and feel how hard you've got me."

The little minx strolls over slowly, like the dangerous, reckless woman she is. Her hand reaches for my belt, but I beat her to it, ripping it off in one fluid motion. I whip the leather at Ghost, and it strikes him in the face. I toss my head back, laughing like a dark and menacing nightmare. "We're going to have so much fun this weekend, Ghost."

I look at Demi. "Isn't that right, bellissima ?"

I stroke Demi's cheek with the back of my hand.

"Oh, Daddy, we are going to have so much fun with our new toy," Demi whispers.

Fuck, she has me feeling like I need to come, or it's whatever those pills did to me.

"Treasure," I groan, unable to stand it.

"Yes."

"I need to come." I confess.

Her smile tells me it's a side effect from whatever the pill was. She doesn't bother trying to hide it.

"I suppose it won't hurt to marinate the Ghost a little overnight. Do you want me to use your cum to tenderize him?" Her voice is sultry as she sends my pants dropping to the ground.

"Yes, Treasure. Anything you want." I respond, craving her touch.

When her hand slides my cock out and grasps it, I moan. It feels so good. The pressure is building and each pass of her hand over my length has me panting.

"It feels amazing." My voice rumbles before my lips find hers for a deep, sensual kiss where our tongues lap hungrily against each other.

She's pumping me rhythmically and I can feel my orgasm build. "I'm going to come," I pant in her ear.

"Good. Come for me, Daddy. Fill my hand up with your cum until it's spilling out and you beg me to stop." She's taunting me. Demi knows exactly what to say to send me over the edge.

I grunt, and then I'm filling her hand. I take over pumping out more, it just keeps leaking out, and then I finally stop.

"Are you watching, Daddy?" She asks, turning to smear it all over Ghost.

"Oh, you better know it. I'm watching and I'm enjoying every bit." I rasp.

She laughs, and then her hands are dragging my cum all over Ghost's face. There's so much of it for her to work with. Demi covers his face in my cum, then drags her hands down his neck and over his chest.

"That's better, Ghost. I rubbed it on nice and thick. You'll be extra juicy and tender tomorrow when we're ready to play with you again."