Chapter Seven

Zoe

Amadeo looks like he's about to choke, which he covers quickly enough with a cough, but he doesn't need to worry, Gwen isn't focused on him. She's looking at me, her eyes as wide as if she'd seen a flying saucer.

"Come on, Daddy, I'm starving," I add, and grab Amadeo's hand to tug him forward. "I hope you have a lovely night, Gwen."

Once we're in the clear and far enough away from his ex, I turn to apologize, but what I see stops me before the words leave my mouth.

Amadeo's eyes are heated, no, they're five-alarm-fire hot.

"I…"

His hands clamp onto my upper arms, and he yanks me forward, his mouth crushing mine. My words are lost, swallowed by one of us as our mouths meld together.

When he pulls back just enough for me to breathe, his eyes find my lips and he whispers against them.

"Call me that again, and we won't make it back to the room."

I swallow hard, pulling back a little more. "Daddy, please fuck me now."

He spins me, smacks my ass and guides me with a hand to my back, in the direction of the villas.

We're back at my door again like deja vu when he says, "You're hungry? We should stop for food." His words are said in between kisses to my lips, neck, and shoulder.

"Hungry… for… you," I pant, fumbling with my phone only to realize it's dead. "Phone's dead."

"Got it," he says, yanking his phone out of his pocket to open the door. "Ass inside. Now."

His demand revs me up and I stumble inside as fast as possible, yelping as he swats my ass.

"Good girl. Daddy likes how obedient you are." He yanks my sundress down to my waist and shoves my bra up exposing my breasts. My nipples harden instantly as his eyes devour them.

"Please," I beg, not fully able to express what I need. He doesn't need an interpreter though. Like earlier with his ex, there's some connection between us that needs no words.

Amadeo dips his head down to take one of my nipples in his mouth and I arch my back with the pull of his soft suck. His hand finds my other bud and he gives it the opposite treatment, rolling it roughly between his fingers in pleasure torment.

"Gah," I gasp, my hands clinging to him for support. "Daddy, that hurts so good."

His lips are back on mine and his bulge grows larger between us. I bite his lip wondering how something so large will fit, but then I remember it did only this morning.

As soon as his rolling fingers release my nipple, I drop to my knees. Looking up at him through my lashes, I unzip him and pluck his huge cock out of his pants.

Giving him a half-smile, I say, "Better to ask for forgiveness than permission."

His chuckle is deep, filled with huskiness, and what sounds like need.

His cock, so thick and long, glistens at the tip, and even though I haven't sucked a cock so large before I don't hesitate. I lick the bead of precum off and swirl my tongue around his head.

He grunts in pleasure when I suck his head into my mouth while simultaneously unbuckling his belt. Sliding more of him inside my mouth, I bob my head.

Yanking his pants down his strong thighs, I free him completely. Then, pausing to lick my palm, I clasp my hand around his hard, smooth cock, and work it. A groan fills my ears and I slide the head of his cock back into my mouth.

Amadeo fingers my hair and then fists it. "Suck, little girl. Suck Daddy's cock like a good girl."

I take him as deep as I can into my mouth and throat, but I gag and he chuckles darkly.

"I know you can take it, honey, but if you need help…" He lets his words trail off, the vague threat making my pussy throb and wetness trickle between my lower lips.

Sliding him deeper with each bob of my sloppy mouth, I fondle his balls, rolling and squeezing them gently. His groans of pleasure fuel my ability to take more of his cock into my throat.

Only when my finger starts rubbing his taint, does he tug hard against my hair to yank me off his cock with a slurpy pop.

"Enough," he growls and releases my hair to scoop me under the arms and pull me to my feet. "Naughty girl, you've got too many clothes on."

He guides me further into the villa, past the kitchen where he tormented me with the wooden spoon, and right past the sofa where he both spanked and brought me to orgasm twice. He stops at the large sliding glass wall that is my view of the deck, hot tub spa, and the blue ocean.

"Hands. Window. Now."

I obey and he positions me the way he likes with my breasts against the cold glass, my legs open and my ass out.

The removal of my clothing is swift and without ceremony, but once I'm naked, everything slows.

"Mm perfect." He walks around me and I hear each footstep, my senses attempting to anticipate his next move.

A sharp swat lands on my bare ass and I lurch against the glass with a squeak.

"I doubt there are any boats out there right now, but you never know. An old sea captain could be out there with his binoculars, watching those spectacular tits pressed hard against the glass as I spank this gorgeous ass."

I whimper as another hard spank lands over the same spot, but it feels so good. I hiss, tucking my bottom with the next few and he grabs my hips, yanking my ass out roughly.

His whiskers, a shadow growing since his last shave, scrape my neck. "You remember those safety instructions, little girl?"

I nod. "Red, stop, yellow, slow."

"Good girl." He licks his tongue over the shell of my ear and I shiver. "Now, I'm going to spank this ass good."

And he does, each slap of his hand brands my ass and I cry out as the burning sting takes over my senses. But when he pauses to knead my fiery globes, I note the trickle of my own juices dripping down between my thighs.

"Have you ever had a cock in your little bottom hole, Zoe?"

I shake my head. Fear flicks inside me, but my pussy throbs. To be taken like that, though scary, would be the ultimate submission.

"Daddy, no. I need your cock in my pussy."

His dark growl sends shivers through me and I swallow hard. But not once do I think of saying yellow or red.

"Daddy's going to train that little hole to take me one day, but for now I'm going to punish your ass with my belt so that pussy is sopping wet when I slam into it."

He leaves me, my heart pounding with frisson. My legs tremble at the jingle of the buckle as his footfalls grow near.

"You like your ass punished, don't you, little one?"

I nod, because it's true. My adrenaline spikes with the sound of the belt snapping in his hands. I don't know how I ever thought I wasn't an adrenaline junkie because I'm pulsing with need for the unknown thrill his belt is going to bring.

The first stripe bites enough to make me scream. The second turns the first into a deep burn and the third eats at the virgin flesh lower on my ass.

"Gah!" I call out with each new strapping, arching my back and pushing my ass toward his leather belt. The tip bites my skin like the mouth of the snake but I love every second.

He stops at ten; I know because he's been counting out loud. The belt buckle crashes to the floor and I blow out in relief as the sting eases, morphing into that sizzle that licks fire to the deepest parts of my core.

Amadeo grabs my wrists moving my hands lower on the glass until I'm at a ninety-degree angle with my swollen ass stretching taught and my pussy open to the breeze of the air conditioner humming quietly.

He kisses my lower back and caresses my sore ass before spreading my cheeks wide and running his tongue over my pucker.

I groan, my cheeks burning with the stretch but still aching for more of his rough touch as soon as it's gone.

The crinkle of the condom is like a candy wrapper to a starving man and I moan for him.

"Please hurry, Daddy."

His answer to my plea is fingers dragging through my wetness to my throbbing clit.

"You're glorious, Zoe. I've never seen a sight more beautiful than you right now, hands against the glass, with the backdrop of the ocean lit by the moon."

There's no words to reply, only a gasp of pleasure as he slides inside me, stretching me in the most delicious way.

He's holding my waist as he plunges in and out of me, the tempo so perfect my orgasm builds faster than ever before. But when he releases one hip to play between my nether lips, I explode without warning on his cock.

"This tight pussy is mine, Zoe. And as long as you're here, I'm your Daddy, yeah? Even if it's only temporary while our exes are here."

His words register, but my overloaded senses shove them aside. My pulse quickens as he continues penetrating me, deeper, faster, harder. And then, I'm calling out again before the pulsing from my first release has even subsided. His groan follows moments later and we both pant, the glass as foggy as the car windows in titanic and his words looming heavy like the iceberg.

Breakfast arrives and Amadeo brings it to the bedroom, setting it on the dresser. I'm still naked under the covers, feigning sleep. Since apparently faking shit is my thing.

He's fully dressed in a pair of chinos and a linen shirt. I peek at him while he removes a covered plate from the tray.

"Hey sleepyhead, you need to eat."

I yawn, stretching under the covers. Even though I can't remember when I ate last, I have no appetite. I'm too busy obsessing over the fact that Mark was right. I'm a fucking fake.

Amadeo hands me the plate of eggs and a napkin, before picking up a fork, stabbing some of the omelet and putting it to my mouth.

I shake my head, although the food makes my stomach growl in anticipation. "I need to brush my teeth first."

He examines me before nodding and setting the plate back down on the tray. He kisses my head, tossing the covers off me.

I shiver, but only for a second, because as his eyes rove over my naked body, heat follows them.

"Up you get then. Brush them. I'm making sure you eat, so there's no point in dragging your feet."

I sigh and rise. He tsks at my response and slaps my bottom as I walk by. It ignites some of last night's sting as well as causing a rush of heat to my pussy. I brush my teeth quickly and return, feeling desperate for his cock again.

"I saw how upset you were yesterday in the lobby when you saw Gwen, but I had no idea who she was then," I say, climbing back onto the bed.

"Seems we both have a problem with exes, huh?"

Not wanting to talk about Mark, I change the subject slightly. "I wanted to apologize yesterday."

He takes a forkful of egg and prompts me to open my mouth. "I remember," he replies as he slides the fork out of my mouth, his expression even. "I told you it wasn't necessary."

"It is though. I had no idea she asked so much of you."

His brow crops up. "She?"

"My sister." I feel heat creep to my cheeks. "She's the one who sent the email."

"I knew it." He points the empty fork at me. "You lied to me, little girl." His look is feral and sexy as hell.

"I did, but only because it was still my fault. I was the one responsible for keeping my socials and inbox safe."

He nods. "Well, I can't argue with that." His eyes narrow. "But no more lies, yeah? I'm big on trust and loyalty, got me?"

"No more." I hold up two fingers in promise like a good little girl guide. He scoops up more eggs and puts them into my mouth.

"Good, because I don't want to have to paddle that ass raw, but I will."

Fuck. My desire soaks my thighs. Why the hell is that such a turn-on?

His phone chimes and he looks down at it. "I have to run. Milo needs me at the front desk. Honestly, I have no idea how they solved problems before I was here." He sets the fork down on the plate and hands me a piece of toast.

"Finish everything." His arched brow punctuates the statement.

I give him a toothy grin and put another fork full of eggs in my mouth. Now that I've started eating I am completely ravenous.

"Hurry up and get ready after breakfast. After I deal with this shit, and have a word with Gwen, I'm taking the rest of the day off. We're going to the waterfall."

"The waterfall?"

A smile slowly spreads on his face. "If you liked the cliff yesterday, you'll love this jump."

I swallow hard.

"And if you just want to hike back down instead, that's okay too."

"Seriously? I never saw that in your brochure."

"Because it's not there."

"But my family?"

"Your sister can take care of her wedding shit without you. You're not dealing with it."

I narrow my eyes on him now. "Oh, so you're playing up the Daddy role for real now?"

"Oh, wasn't it real enough last night?" He grabs my ankle and yanks me toward him, almost spilling the little bit left on my plate. Grabbing it from my hand, he sets it aside, and then before I can protest, he flips me over and smacks my bare ass sharply for at least thirty seconds. I squeal and giggle until I'm totally out of breath.

"You need more proof that I'm your vacation Daddy now?"

I nod, biting my lip and peeking over my shoulder to see him shake his head.

"Maybe I'll teach you not to sass Daddy when I get back. I think I've got a brand-new paddle in my villa." He lands a final biting swat onto the back of my thigh and I draw in a swift breath. It hurts so much worse than the belt did, but it still makes my clit hum with need.

He chuckles, heading to the door.

"How can you stir me up like this and then just leave?"

"Same rule as before applies, no one touches that pussy but me. Or else." He winks on his way out.