2. Chapter 2

Demi

I sent a "thank you" package to Edward first thing this morning. I was so excited about completing step one of my nefarious plan that I stayed up most of the night baking lady fingers. When he arrives at his office today, there will be three extra special ladyfingers boxed and waiting for him. It's important to me I demonstrate my baking skills for Edward. I wouldn't want him to think he's getting swindled into being the middleman, even if that is exactly what I plan to do. I used some lady fingers from the freezer as a garnish. My hand slides over my mouth as I try to silence my erratic laughter. I hope he sees how talented I am at making the fingers look just like frosting or cake. My lips twist into a smile as I sigh to myself, thinking about how much I enjoy baking treats for my dear friends. I hope Edward eats them all. I'm so close to opening up my own bakery. Only a few more days stand between me and success. I giggle to myself quietly. Maybe on opening day I can even invite Edward to the party.

Next to me, Jay sleeps peacefully while I daydream up all of Edward's possible reactions to my little surprise. He has no idea what I have planned for his birthday this year. I will give him Ghost. No matter what it takes to deliver. It's a good thing Edward won't know what I plan to do to Ghost. Something tells me it might decrease my chances of being selected. I shrug my shoulders. What Edward doesn't know won't really hurt him, and I have no intention of disclosing any of the details to him. Once I receive the email, everything will fall into place and I'll be able to stop worrying so much about how to get close enough to Ghost to end his life once and for all. I cackle quietly again. Plotting murder is so much fun. It gets me all kinds of turned on. I can't help but run my hand across Jay's chest. His hard muscles have it gliding over each one of his abs. I count them as my fingers stroke eagerly past them. It's going to be so hard to save myself until Jay's big birthday blow-out. Fuck it. I shrug while dragging my wandering fingers lower.

Jay catches my wrist with his hand. "Treasure," he growls.

"Daddy," I whisper back innocently.

"What are you doing being so naughty this early in the morning?" He tsks.

"I just wanted to wake you up nicely is all." I reply, twirling a strand of hair around my finger.

"Oh, is that all?" He asks me, suspiciously. "It wouldn't have anything to do with you trying to plan something for my birthday?"

"Oh no, I would never. I know you don't want anything for your birthday. You already have everything you want right here." I point at myself and kiss his chest.

He releases my wrist, allowing my hand to trace over the outline of his cock. I drag my thumb and pointer finger back up firmly as he moans. A low, sensual grumble erupts from his chest, encouraging me to continue and I'm happy to oblige. All this thinking about murder and taking out the Ghost has me ravenous and craving a morning session. Jay is perfectly content to satisfy my fixation on his cock. His thumb loops into the elastic of my thong and slides it down around my ankles. I peel his boxer briefs down, watching as his enormous cock bounces free.

"You woke me up, now you have to come for me," he rasps, tugging me over him until I'm straddling his body.

I pull myself over his length until his tip is lined up perfectly, and then I maneuver him inside. The moment his tip presses into my throbbing pussy, he groans. Jay tries to thrust himself in deeper, but I don't allow it. Instead, I ride just the tip of his dick until he's panting and his fingers dig into my hips. Satisfied with his reaction to my teasing, I slam down the length of him, taking every inch inside myself. He tilts his hips into me, pushing himself deeper, and then his finger lands against my clit. I surrender all control, allowing him to bring me closer and closer to the edge until I'm ready to burst. I cry out for my release.

"Please," I beg.

"Use your words, Treasure." Jay teases. "Why are you begging me?"

"Please, Daddy, make me cum all over that big dick of yours." I croon.

"Fuck," he pants, giving in to my temptation as he thrusts us both over the edge. We climax in unison and then I collapse against his chest.

He kisses me lightly, stroking wisps of hair away from my face. " Buongiorno, bellissima ."

"Mmmmm," I hum. "Good morning, handsome."

"How much mischief do you have on the menu for today?" He asks, sliding from beneath me and rolling out of bed.

"I've been trying to keep it to a minimum lately." I tease, trailing after him.

Jay turns on the shower and I watch as he rinses off all the remnants of our morning encounter. I pull my hair back and secure it so I can rinse off, too. He's in and out within a few minutes.

"Demi, amore mio , are you going to shower?" He asks as he begins to towel himself off. "Or are you going to smell like me all day so everyone knows what's mine; what belongs to me?"

His words send a shiver racing up my spine. I'm tempted to give into his demand, but I don't. It's more fun to leave my man starving for more.

"Sorry," I sashay past him to the shower and step inside.

His eyes devour me shamelessly as I wash. When I finish, he wraps me in a towel and kisses the tender spot on my neck. "Have fun today, Treasure. Just promise me you won't try to plan anything for my birthday. You know I hate surprises." He looks down at me as if he already knows.

I shrug my shoulders. "I promise I won't plan a party or anything like that."

Jay studies me carefully. He's suspicious and he should be. I'm definitely up to something, but he doesn't need to know that—yet. Handing over the Ghost to him for his own vengeance is the perfect gift and one surprise Daddy Jay might actually like. He leans down to kiss me on the head before strolling to the closet and dressing for the day. Unlike my plans, his own will require working, and Jay always dresses in a suit. Even when he's working from his home office. I follow him into the closet, imagining how fun it might be to seduce him into a round two.