5. Chapter 5

Demi

M y reflection stares back at me as I examine my appearance in the mirror. Tight leather leggings skim over my legs, hugging the curve of my hips. The sweetheart cut, deep purple silk camisole lifts my breasts, allowing them to spill out of the top. I glance across the room at my oversized designer handbag. Inside, I stashed the lingerie Cecile picked up for me. There are several more bags full of supplies stashed in the trunk of the car all set to follow my pick up ride back to the club and then on again to whatever address Ghost has provided.

I slip on my fur shrug, tossing it over my shoulders and check my appearance again, trying to imagine myself beneath it in only the lingerie hidden away. It's the perfect touch to lure Ghost into my trap. Once he sees me, I know he won't be able to resist the opportunity. Immediately, my thoughts shift to Jay. He won't suspect a thing because he knows how over the top I can be when it comes to going out, but part of me feels a tiny bit guilty about all this sneaking around. Deep down, I know it's all worth it to give him the best gift ever.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Jay shift in the reflection. I steal a glance over my shoulder and across the room at him. He's so damn sexy. Jay's hair is perfectly styled, not a single hair dares to venture out of place. His facial hair is neatly trimmed, outlining the hard lines of his jaw, softening it ever so slightly. My eyes return his mesmerizing stare, drinking up every ounce of him. Jay's eyes are dark, endless pools clouded with torture and pain. The block of ice clinks against his glass as he swirls the liquid around. His clenched jaw flinches, but it's the only disturbance to his stone cold expression. Impenetrable, the way a true leader should be. He continues to look at me as he brings the glass of whiskey to his mouth, leaving me jealous of the way the amber-colored liquid kisses his lips. Jay parts them to allow the liquid to seep past, and I damn near come undone, racing across the room to rip the glass from his hands and climb on top of him. I want to be the only thing his tongue tastes tonight.

He must mistake the longing look on my face for something else. He offers me a compliment instead of an invitation to ride his traitorous tongue. "You look perfect, Treasure."

His voice is a low, sultry rumble that drips with need. It sends chills over every awakened nerve in my body, making it even harder to resist skipping everything just to fuck him for hours. Only a few more hours, I think, trying hard to maintain control. I smile over my shoulder at him so he knows I heard him.

"Don't sulk, birthday boy. I just need to get a few things set up. Follow the directions in the card, and I'll see you soon, my love." I purr.

It sucks walking away from him like this. I'm struggling to bring myself to do it. The card in question sits next to him on the glass table; inauspiciously. It doesn't bother him one bit. He's simply waiting. Jay's the best like that. He's so good at following instructions. His patience with me never wavers. I know he would never dream of opening the card early and risk ruining the surprise. He says he hates surprises, but I think he secretly loves mine. Who can blame him? I never disappoint. Jay says nothing back to me, so I blow him a playful kiss.

"Do you want a birthday blowy before I leave?" I ask, batting my eyelashes at him innocently. "Tell me, Daddy, would you like that?"

The corner of his mouth lifts slightly in a sexy little smirk that leaves me dripping wet in between my legs.

"I would be a fool to turn down a birthday blowy from the most beautiful woman in the world. Crawl over here, Treasure, on your hands and knees. Give me an early birthday present." His tone is all business; deep and husky, the way I like it.

I toss my head back and laugh, then look him dead in the eyes. "I'm not crawling in my leather. It could wrinkle. I'm sure you understand, don't you, baby?"

I'm pushing my luck, but I'm a masochist who loves to be punished.

"Oh, I understand, but don't think your defiance will be forgiven. I'll punish you later for your insubordination, Treasure." He quips. "Now get over here and put every inch of my cock in your mouth like you said you would."

"Do you promise, Daddy?" I ask, continuing to play with the boundaries he's laying down.

"Do you want me to let you lead, or do you want me to tie you up and take my own damn birthday present?" His voice is dangerous, warning me I'm pushing too hard.

I stroll over, pretending to be indifferent to his icy tone. Once I'm standing in front of his plush leather armchair, I slide my way between his legs as I drop to my knees, allowing my thumbs to dig in dangerously high up on his thighs.

Jay hisses, then grabs me by the hair, yanking my head up to ensure I am looking at him. "Put my cock in your mouth," he demands as he uses his other hand to unfasten his belt in one fluid motion.

I'm looking nowhere but at his cold, dark, hooded eyes. Jay leans down next to my ear, then moans. "Mmmmm. I love it when you have an attitude. It makes me work harder to pound it out of you."

I smirk. I'm a brat and I know it. He loves it. I say nothing. It's better to let him think he's the man in charge. I might be the one actually running the show tonight, but I'll always let my man feel like he has the upper hand. Stroking his ego makes everything more enjoyable. When he feels good, and he's happy, it makes me happy. I may have plotted out every single detail about tonight, but I left plenty of room for Jay to improvise.

Knowing I'm short on time I reach for Jay's pants to pull out his cock, but he swats my hand away, then unclasps his pants and grips his cock in his hand while pulling my mouth onto him, using his grip on my hair to manipulate my movements. When his tip glides against my lips, I open wide to take him. Then surprise him by licking up and down his shaft. I trace the veins throbbing on his hard cock like the lines of a coloring page. His head falls back, and he loosens the grip on my hair. When his pre-cum leaks out, I lick up every last drop and swirl my tongue around his tip.

"Mmmmm. That's my girl," he groans, tightening his grip on my hair and slamming himself deeper until I gag.

My eyes begin to water as he sets the pace, fucking my mouth. After several passes, he pulls me from his dick and I gasp for air.

"It turns me on knowing you choose to let me fuck your pretty little mouth over breathing, Treasure." Jay rasps.

I run my tongue against his shaft in response and feel him get harder inside my mouth. It's so hot knowing he enjoys what my mouth is doing to him. He reaches down to wipe a teardrop that has escaped from my cheek.

"Don't cry, Treasure. I promise I'll fuck your tight pussy later. Be a good girl and swallow every drop for me. I don't want to get cum on your pretty purple shirt."

I stretch my jaw as much as possible and then he's fucking my throat again as tears burn in my eyes and I steal every breath of air I can.

"Such a good fucking girl, swallowing all my cum," he moans as the hot liquid shoots down the back of my throat. I can't breathe, all I can do is swallow.

When Jay finishes, he pulls his spent cock from my mouth, leans forward in the chair, wiping the cum from my lips, then sucks his finger clean. He tilts my chin up and kisses my lips, moaning.

"Fuck, I love the way I taste on your lips." Satisfied and smiling, he pulls away, breaking our kiss.