Wet, Willing, and Whipped
⚠️ Content Warning:
This chapter contains mature themes, sexual content, and emotionally intense moments intended for adult audiences (18+). Reader discretion is advised.
Please note: Scenes include consensual BDSM elements, dominance/submission dynamics, and emotionally charged intimacy. If these themes are not for you, feel free to skip or read with caution.
💮Angel💮
"You have a beautiful villa, Mr. D'Amano," Luca complimented, his eyes roaming the space with admiration.
"Thank you, piccolo," Raul replied with a slight smile.
I stayed silent, drinking in the opulent gold-and-white ambiance of the villa.
"Ready to head to our room?" Raul asked, stepping close behind me.
I nodded, and he took my hand, our suitcase in his other hand as we climbed the spiral staircase with its golden rails.
When we reached our room, I fell in love with the sleek white interior. The windows were open, letting the cool summer breeze blend with the air conditioning, carrying the salty, sandy scent of the beach.
"Wow," I whispered, taking it all in.
"You like it?" Raul asked as I turned to face him.
"Like it? Hell, I love it, Raul. Your architects are incredible."
"Thanks, tesoro," he said with a grin. "Come on, let's freshen up so we can enjoy the night together." He pulled me by the waist and spun me around, making me giggle.
I slipped out of my romper and darted into the bathroom, Raul hot on my heels.
We sank into the cool water, scented with his body wash, as he massaged my hair. I melted under his touch, his fingers working magic on my scalp.
"Wanna do something fun?" he rasped in my ear, his voice sending goosebumps across my skin because I knew exactly what his kind of fun meant.
"Isn't that what this vacation's for, Raul?" I teased, turning to face him.
Without warning, his large palm grabbed my boobs roughly, sending a sharp sting through the sensitive flesh.
"I'll enjoy punishing you, tesoro," he growled, yanking my wet hair and capturing my lips in a fierce kiss.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as his hands settled on my ass, squeezing hard enough to pull a pained moan from me. He lifted me by my ass, positioning me to straddle him, his dick teasing my slick pussy.
"Hmm, yess—" I threw my head back as he launched a vampire-like assault on my boobs, his teeth grazing my skin.
"Raul!" I gasped, my voice thick with arousal as he dragged my sore nipple between his teeth.
"Ass up, tesoro," he commanded. I slid off him, dropping to my knees in front of him, my head low, hands behind my back, and ass raised high.
His hand collided with my ass in a harsh slap, making me scream in pain.
"Forgotten your manners, Caramella? Need a reminder?" he asked, gripping my hair tightly.
"I'm sorry, sir," I whimpered. Another spank landed, harder than the first.
"T-thank you, sir, one more for your little slut," I cried out, my voice shaking.
"You're fucking amazing, darling," he praised, delivering another stinging spank.
"Fuuuck meee!" I screamed as the final slap pushed me over the edge, my body squirting profusely into the tub. My ass burned, my cheeks wet with tears, and I felt like the slut we both reveled in.
"Holy fuck, did you just squirt?" Raul's voice was laced with shock, and I couldn't blame him—I was just as stunned, my horny hormones clearly to blame.
He tugged me by the hips, spinning me around.
"You're—" he started, but his words were cut off as he buried himself deep inside me.
"Raul!" I shut my eyes, digging my nails into his back at the delicious pain. My pussy would never get used to his size, no matter how many times we did this.
He gripped my left hip, pinning my wrists with his other hand, thrusting deep and hitting my G-spot with every stroke.
I felt my climax building, and soon we exploded together, my moans and his grunts echoing off the walls.
I thought it was over, but this sex god had other plans. He propped my leg over his shoulder, my body resting against the tub.
His cool tongue attacked my folds, and I watched him eat me out, moaning and screaming at the overwhelming pleasure.
His tongue flicked my clit, making my legs tremble like a fish out of water, desperate to survive. The scratch of his stubble on my thighs drove me wild, and his skillful tongue had my body short-circuiting.
My stomach clenched, signaling the flood of release building inside me.
I screamed his name, my fingers tangled in his hair as I came, my juices coating his face like a broken faucet. I threw my head back, panting, trying to recover from the mind-blowing head.
This man was gifted in every damn way.
"You taste so fucking sweet, Caramella," he said, his voice thick as he licked every drop off his face, making my pussy throb with need again.
Clearly, I had a sexual disorder—one only he could satisfy, yet still leave me craving more.
He carried me bridal-style to rinse off, and we settled into bed after dinner.
My mind was a mess, replaying every moment of our earlier intensity. My clit still pulsed from his magical tongue and monstrous dick, and my ass? It burned like the needy bitch it was.
"You okay, tesoro?" Raul asked, propped on one elbow, his cheek resting on his palm, smirking at me with amusement.
Was he for real?
"I'm not okay, Raul. My pussy's fucking sore," I said, half-laughing. His deep chuckle only made me want him more, despite how wrecked I was.
"Months together, and you still can't handle me? Guess I need to stretch that tight pussy more, but I love it just the way it is. Maybe I'll go slower, hmm?"
His finger trailed from my nose to the valley between my boobs.
"Raul, you don't do slow. That's a fact," I shot back, barely stopping myself from rolling my eyes, mindful of my sore ass.
"You're right, baby, but I can help ease the pain—if you can control those horny hormones," he teased.
Before I could process his words, his warm hand slipped under his shirt I was wearing, finding my wet folds.
"Relax while I take care of that pussy," he murmured, making me arch my back at his touch.
"Ra—" I started, but he pinched my clit, turning my words into a cry of pleasure.
"Words, baby," he said, smirking.
"Y-yes, baby," I moaned as he rubbed circles on my pussy, rolling my clit between his fingers.
He didn't know the meaning of help. Did he realize he was making it worse? I bit my lip, trying to stay in control, but it was useless—he owned my body, heart, mind, and soul.
While I was a slutty mess, he stayed infuriatingly calm, speeding up his fingers until I came again, my body shaking.
With how much he made me cum and squirt, I could start a damn factory.
He carried me to the bathroom, lifting the shirt to my waist and placing me under the shower. He washed my lower half, not before fingering me to yet another orgasm.
He gently dried me with a towel, his touch tender yet possessive, before guiding us to the bed.
"You deserve a treat for today, don't you think, tesoro?"
His voice, rich and melodious, wrapped around my soul like a warm caress. But my eyes were already heavy, my body spent from our earlier intensity.
Too exhausted to respond, I sank into the safety of his strong, comforting embrace, drifting into a deep, blissful sleep.