Chapter Eleven

Zoe

We're both quiet while Amadeo lands the helicopter, and even as we walk back to the villa.

"Lunch?" he asks, as he fishes his phone out of his pocket to open the villa door.

Looking him in the eye to see if I can read him, I shrug. "I could use a nap."

He shakes his head, taking my chin in his hand. "You need food. And I'm not letting things get awkward between us now."

I gather a breath.

"I'm taking you to lunch at Tropico. And then while you rest, I'll move my stuff in here, and do some paperwork, yeah?"

It's not really a question, so I nod. We were so eager to get back here to fuck and now, no matter if he wants it or not, things feel awkward between us.

"We're showering first though. And I believe I promised you a sore bottom and an ass-fucking with this finger." He holds up his middle finger and my eyes widen.

"Maybe I don't want a Daddy anymore."

"Too bad, you've got one." He takes my hand and yanks me into the villa. And just like that the tension is gone.

The shower is seriously to die for. The cascading-rain showerhead and the rock-bed tile make me feel like I'm back at the waterfall, but with warm water rather than cold. And having a naked Amadeo in here with me feeds my hedonistic fantasies.

He soaps me from head to toe, taking time to massage me in all the right places. When I return the favor, I skip his cock, even though it's hard and taking up a quarter of the space. Instead, I tease him by rubbing everywhere but there. And then finally, I drop to my knees.

His gasp of pleasure eggs me on, making my pussy spasm in need. This time I swallow deep, taking his cockhead all the way down my throat, barely holding back a gag, before sliding him out and back in again.

His fingers lace through my wet curls and he fists my hair tightly, taking over my movements and instead fucking my mouth.

"Daddy's taking this mouth and then taking that tight wet pussy too." He tenses, his rock-hard thighs and ass tightening before he yanks me off his cock. "But first, my babygirl's got a bad-girl spanking coming, yeah?"

Nervousness floods me at the same time my pussy throbs.

"You remember that spoon, little girl?"

I whimper; his wicked look weakens my knees and belly.

"It's going to sting that wet ass something awful." He pulls me to my feet, kissing my mouth, his tongue demanding compliance from my own.

"No more lies from my little girl after this, yeah?"

It's a wicked game we're playing, and despite my nerves over his threats—or are they promises?—my body is excited for it all. Even the finger up my ass, which I have absolutely no experience with.

Amadeo scoops me up and over his shoulder as soon as we're out of the confines of the bathroom, and I smack his muscular ass since it's in my face. The crisp sound echoes and he chuckles darkly.

"You just earned an extra ten with the spoon for that, Zoe baby."

Another dark chuckle but this time from me. "Worth it."

"We'll see about that."

Scooping the spoon out of a container on the counter, he carries me to the living area where I see breast prints in the glass of the sliding doors.

"You might want to talk to housekeeping. My boob imprints are still on the glass."

He sets me down on my feet and smirks. "Oh, I asked them to leave them there. I like it. It's art."

My jaw drops and heat creeps to my cheeks, but there's no time to consider it further because he sits, looks at me sternly and points to his lap.

"Bend over Daddy's lap for your punishment."

"Over your lap?"

He nods, and then runs his tongue over his teeth in the most menacing gesture.

"I suggest you don't question me again, yeah?" He shifts his jaw.

All the moisture in my throat evaporates and frisson licks up my belly and down between my legs.

"You're being a very bad girl now, Zoe, and I won't ask again."

Heavy heat pools in my womb at his words. And I guess I hesitate too long for his liking, because he yanks me across his lap and starts swiftly smacking my ass with the flat of his hand.

Squirming at the speed and intensity, I take turns hissing and gasping alternately. No matter how I struggle, I can't escape his grip or the next swat, and the feeling of helplessness as he clamps me across his lap, his strong arm, a band of muscle across my back holding me in place is like mainlining pure dopamine.

"How does this feel, little girl? Do you feel how serious disobeying Daddy is yet?"

I reach back to cover my bottom from his punishing hand, mostly out of instinct, but also to see what happens, and I'm rewarded for my efforts. He catches my wrist and further pins me.

Mm, more dopamine dumps into my veins. God, helplessness with him is so fucking hot.

"Oh, no you don't, young lady. This is for your own good and I plan on making sure you feel every swat."

Those words cause a gush of my womanly juices to flood between my thighs. And then, as if that wasn't enough, he adjusts me, placing his leg over both of mine, and now I'm completely at his mercy. If I get any more aroused, I just might flood this villa.

"Hold tight now, honey. Daddy's getting down to business. Here comes the spoon. Remember your colors, yeah?"

I squeal, beg, and plead, to no avail and it's like he knows I'm getting off on the lack of control, because he's not giving an inch.

"Stop squirming. You earned this, didn't you?"

The spoon is the stingiest thing I've felt so far and while it hurts like a thousand bees, I love every second, weirdly also while hating it.

"Yes," I blurt when the hardest swat yet lands on my upper thigh. "But I can't stop squirming, Daddy, it hurts!"

"Naughty girls getting hard spankings, don't they?"

God, why is this turning me to liquid fire? I'm going to either turn to molten lava and burn a hole through the floor, or I'm going to combust.

"Yes, Sir."

"And why am I spanking you?"

"Because I lied to you."

"Umhm. And liars get their pants set on fire, yeah?"

"Doesn't that mean I should be wearing my pants?"

The swats get sharper and faster and I instantly regret my sass. "Ow, okay! I'm sorry, Sir."

His spanking slows, giving the burn a chance to sink in and turn into a buzzy warmth in my pussy. And after a few moments it stops all together, but the throbbing I feel replacing the sting is just as serious.

My ass hurts so badly and yet, I want more. More of his hands on me. More of his stern, but caring voice making me feel like his property. Unashamed, I open my legs and as if by magnetic pull his hand finds its way to the place I need it.

Setting the spoon down in front of me, he uses his other hand to part me, while he rubs his fingers through my soaked slit. Dragging my wetness everywhere, he touches every intimate part of me except for one. My throbbing clit.

"Are you enjoying your punishment now?"

I swallow hard, not knowing how to answer. "Is this a trick?"

"Maybe."

Nervously, I chew my lip. "No?"

"You don't sound so sure. Would you like to change your answer?"

His fingers slide up and down, not touching the spot I need him to again. I whine. And then he pulls his hand away from my pussy all together.

"Someone hasn't learned their lesson yet. Because it's very clear to me you've enjoyed this punishment so far. At least your pussy has." His palm lands on my bottom in a tap, tap, tap, that's light enough to be considered a pat, but on my sore ass, feels more like a sharp slap.

"I was going to get on with the ten swats for smacking Daddy's ass, but I think you need more encouragement for truth telling."

"No!" I call out, but he only tsks me and starts spanking me again. I note he's not using the spoon this time, but keep my mouth firmly closed about it, because dammit, his hand reignites a fire on my skin that makes my eyes well up with tears.

"You ready to be Daddy's good girl and tell no more lies?"

"Yes, Daddy, I'll be good." God, how much more fluid can my body leak? If I were a car, I think the mechanic would give up and tow me to the auto-wreckers.

"Okay, then. Let's test this." He hums. "What do you want Daddy to do right now?"

"How is this a test?" I ask, and earn myself a hard spank, this time on my thigh. "Ow!"

He clears his throat. "Well?"

"Why is this so embarrassing and simultaneously hot?"

"I'm losing patience. Keep this up and I won't let you come when I fuck you. Do you want me to use you or do you want to come for Daddy?"

"I want you to touch my clit," I blurt, suddenly not caring how humiliating saying that aloud is.

"Like this?" he asks, finally touching me there. I gasp as he circles it with the most delicious pressure.

"Gawd, yes," I purr. "Now with your tongue, Daddy please."

His dark chuckle induces shivers.

"Demanding little kitten, aren't you?" He circles my clit again, and then plucks at it with his thumb and forefinger. Circle, pluck, and then a roll. Mewl.

"I'm letting you go. You're not to move. Got me?"

Since he's still playing with my clit I reply in an affirmative and follow it with a moan. With his right hand he plays between my folds, but his left…

The spoon hits my thigh with a stinging splat and I gasp, but the way his hand works between my thighs, the burn only serves as fuel to my core's fire.

"Ow… ohh."

A finger slides to my opening, collecting my juices and then over my bottom hole for a swirl. I'm trying to decide how I feel when another thwap hits my other thigh with the spoon and I arch.

"That's two. Eight more." And this is how it continues eight more times. Amadeo smacks that damn spoon on my sensitive thighs, and soothes the sting with his wandering fingers.

Successfully dragging my juices from slit to slit, he circles my pucker again.

"Relax, now honey. And reach back and hold those bottom cheeks open for Daddy."

My face must be as red as my ass with embarrassment, but I do as I'm told. Because as much as this is strange and new, every sensation I've experienced with this man is worth it. He's my own personal adventure and I'm one hundred percent here for it.

His fingertip experiments, a tiny tip in and then out, in again just a bit further and then out. I'm reeling with sensations and frisson until finally his finger pushes past the ring of muscle into my ass. I bite down on my lip.

It feels foreign, but not all together bad. I'm so turned on and ready for penetration it might even feel nice, a little burny when he starts to move it deeper, but more like the burn on my ass, a ‘hurts-so-nice, feeling. Nice is totally the wrong word here, but … maybe good?

Dirty, filthy, good?

A moan escapes and he removes his finger. "Good girl, Zoe. That's a very good girl. You took that well."

I don't reply because what do you say to a hot man that's just invaded your ass? Thanks, please come again?

"Up you get now." He pats my swollen backside, sending vibrations to the motherland.

I rise, and he looks me up and down from his seated position on the couch. It's more of a devouring with his eyes really. And everywhere those light blue eyes touch an electric shock of need follows.

"I want another piece of your one-of-a-kind art, Zoe." He rises, taking my arms and moving them up so my hands are on my head. "Mm, you look fucking perfect."

Amadeo walks backward until my hot ass is pressed against the cold glass. I hiss, but it feels so fucking good, my pussy clenches.

"Stay."

I watch Amadeo leave the room and I hold my breath. Where is he going now? What will he do to me next? Moisture drips between my pussy lips.

Amadeo returns with a condom in his hand and it's like seeing water after being lost in the desert.

"What did you say you wanted Daddy to do?"

I draw a blank for a second and then remember my request for his tongue. I lick my lips.

"Lick my pussy."

His smile is instant, his eyes filled with need. "Mhm, yeah you did." He licks his lips now, as he closes the distance between us.

His mouth presses against mine in a slow, soft kiss. It's not chaste, it's just as filled with needy passion as before, but this time he tastes me like I'm an expensive scotch, or a fine cheese, or maybe Beluga caviar. A slow suck, a small lick, a nibble on my swollen lips, his hands cradle my face.

"You're stunning, Zoe Wayz, like no one else I've ever met."

Those words, said right against my lips, hit me. As a twin who's individuality has never been recognized by anyone other than family and close friends, this is an observation that feeds my very soul.

It also makes me realize no matter how long this lasts with Amadeo, it will never be enough.

His palms caress down, from my face to my neck, to my breasts. He pauses to massage and roll my nipples. Each touch seems to flick a shock straight to my clit, but I don't beg for more, I am the perfect patient lover awaiting the Holy Grail of foreplay.

Down my ribs, he presses gentle kisses. My belly dips and wobbles as his tongue tickles me, lower still, and then finally, hands on my hot punished ass, he squeezes and kisses me right where I yearn to be kissed.

Leaning my head back, I release a moan and his tongue spreads my lips to dip in and taste me. Humming against me with a chuckle, I whimper.

"No moving your hands from your head, yeah?"

"Yes, Daddy, yes. Whatever you want," I blurt, wanting to grab his head and shove it hard against my greedy pussy.

Amadeo grips my left thigh and lifts, putting my leg over his shoulder which opens me to feel the full effect of his skilled tongue.

Panting, I fight to hold my arms up, wanting instead to grab for something, anything, to keep my leg from buckling in pleasure. When he sucks in my clit while simultaneously probing it with his tongue, I'm sure I'm going to swoon. And then he impales me with a finger, and then two.

"Gawd," I breathe out, the word coming out of its own accord.

When I can no longer take the pressure and come, my call to the heavens, and Amadeo, its so loud and primal it can likely be heard by the entire resort. Maybe the entire island.

Jesus fucking Christ.

"Let's not mess up that pretty window print, honey." Amadeo guides my rubbery body to the bedroom, and over the bed. My new favorite position. The crackle of the condom wrapper makes my clit jump, needy again already.

Ass on display, legs wide, Amadeo Pellegrino enters me like he enters a room, with a commanding and confident presence.

Stretching me full and reigniting the pulsing of my orgasm, he moves inside me. My swift intake of breath when he reaches around my hip to use his hand on my clit urges him on and he strokes both inside and out of me faster.

I come embarrassingly fast but he doesn't say anything. And only when I've had two more, does he come himself.

Cleaning us both up, he helps me move to the top of the bed, where he wraps me in his arms and I close my eyes.

"Zoe? Nap's over."

Amadeo's voice pulls me from my sleep. Stretching like a cat, I smile at him. "Are you sure? It's pretty nice in here."

He's standing at the end of the bed fully dressed in a pair of dark slacks and a crisp white button-down. His hair is smooth and groomed and he must have shaved because his shadow scruff is long gone.

I breathe in his scent, something spicy but also fresh, and feel a pull low in my abdomen for him.

"I want you again already. You're turning me into a sex addict."

"I think that's a fake thing actors use to get away with cheating on their spouses." He smirks. "But flattering nonetheless."

"Come back in here." I pat the bed.

He shakes his head and grabs my ankle to pull me to the bottom of the bed. "Lunch," he enunciates. "I need to feed you. How else will you have energy for all our adventures?"

My belly flips. "Adventures?"

"I thought we'd snorkel the reef after lunch and then after my meeting tomorrow…" He pauses, maybe for effect but the way his eyes move over my face it seems like he's drinking in my expression, committing it to memory. "Hang gliding?"

"Hang gliding?" I wait for nerves to unsettle my stomach, but they don't come.

"Milo hooked me up with his guy, so I set it up."

I jump up to my knees and wrap my arms around his neck. "You're amazing."

He looks down at me and kisses my nose in the sweetest way. "I thought you weren't really an adrenaline junkie."

I shrug. "I guess I was wrong. Or maybe everything with you feels like a safe thrill."

A week later and we've gone snorkeling, hang gliding, parasailing, spelunking and bungee jumping—the latter of which is definitely not my thing—and I've had the best time of my life.

Not all of it was easy for me, but having Amadeo there, patient and encouraging, I enjoyed each experience.

There have been fancy dinners, sailing trips at sunset, whale watching with canapés and champagne, and lunches at Tropico, where I've tasted at least half the menu and had too many mouth orgasms to count.

And better still, picnics on our cliff, which have ended with our clothes scattered amongst the rocks and many real orgasms too.

I doubt I'll ever top the things we've done together and maybe I don't want to.

As I sit on my bed, looking at my calendar app, depression creeps in. I've got less than a week left here. I'm not sure how two weeks went by as quickly as they did, but it's gone, and I don't know what I'm going to do without Amadeo as a regular fixture in my life.

I've spent a little time with my family but most of my time has been spent with Amadeo. And not just because being around Mark and Fiona is suffocating. Amadeo is just so fun. And it's true fun with zero expectations.

Without the constant distraction of having to document every single second of this trip, I've been able to live in the moment and enjoy the things I've missed because I had my eye on my phone trying to get the perfect shot.

I haven't posted a single thing to my accounts. It hasn't even crossed my mind. And I don't want to share the pictures I've taken here, even though they're nothing special, they feel too personal to post.

This trip has been about me, finding out who I am and who I want to be going forward.

I swallow hard at the thought forming in my head. The who I am going forward wants something real with Amadeo.

But am I brave enough to ask if he wants the same?

He doesn't do girlfriends, but he's been doing a really poor job of proving that, because he's been the best boyfriend I've ever had. And it can't just be fake, for his exes' sake anymore, can it? We've barely seen them.

As if on cue, Amadeo texts me. Ever dive with sharks?

My smile is huge. Uh, no… wait, do land sharks count?

Nope, and these sharks are far less dangerous. You in?

I hold my phone, nervousness rippling through me. I've been terrified of sharks since I saw Jaws on TV when I was seven. And Amadeo knows it.

In a cage?

Nope, but there are safety divers.

God, I can't believe I'm saying this, but yes. Let's do it.

Be there in twenty minutes. Just finishing up my final meeting with Gwen. Signing papers and then the exes are on a plane home. Thank fuck.

Think they'll take my exes with them?

Do you want me to ask?

I send him a laughing face emoji.

I'm wrestling my curls back so they won't get too tangled in the dive mask, when another text comes through. As I pick up my phone, my jaw clenches.

The ‘poor me' drama ends tonight, Sis. It's been long enough. The rehearsal dinner is at eight. Be there.

Maybe I'd take it better if my actual sister was the one who texted, but it isn't a text from Fiona. It's from Mark… and he's calling me Sis? I'm so annoyed, I delete the message and toss my phone into a drawer.

Why can't they understand that I don't want to be cheering them on? I growl, giving up on my hair, and instead heading out to meet Amadeo at his office. If I stay here, Mark might find me.