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A Dirty Daddies Anthology).

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Exclusive Bonus Epilogue

 

Zoë

The wetsuit feels tight, and my air tank heavy enough to make my heart pound. Or maybe that’s the fear. Yeah, it’s definitely the fear.

I glance at Amadeo, his face mostly hidden behind the mask, holds excitement.

 

“You ready?”

I bite my lip, nibbling it a moment before bobbing my head in a nod. “As I’ll ever be.”

We both put in our regulators but only he slips over the side of the boat. I look down at the sleek gray bodies swimming below, and try to calm my heartbeat. They sense fear, something about the electrical impulses a panicked heart rate gives off that their receptors, or Ampullae of Lorenzini, as I’ve learned from our safety divers, pick up on.

My heartbeat is thuddy and fast in my chest so I may as well dump some extra chum in the water. Yes, extra because there are already bait boxes below. Who does this? Who agrees to swim with sharks after temping them with a lovely box of canapés?

I do apparently. Gathering a breath, I give myself a thumbs up. Well, not myself, but my GoPro, and drop with as little splash as possible into the sea.

I’m instantly surrounded by the calm weightlessness of the water, although the weights around my waist pull me lower, the rest of me feels lighter.

Amadeo, who’s been waiting ever so patiently for me like always, grabs my hand. I pull back though. Another thing we’ve learned is we need to keep our limbs close to our bodies. We’ll be less likely to lose a limb that way.

The sharks, near the bait boxes at the bottom, swim around curiously, making sharp turns and looping around as the safety divers put fish near their mouths and then guide them away with gentle shoves to their snouts. Amadeo and I hover on our knees near the bottom watching.

Now that I’m down here, surrounded by men who know what they’re doing, I'm not scared, I’m amazed. Amazed by the animals’ swift, powerful bodies and the way their eyes roll back as they get near the divers feeding them.

Amadeo points at a big tiger shark, and I nod in excitement. They are so much larger than they seem on television. There are bull sharks and tigers, and even a great hammerhead, but as more come, our safety divers make a neck slicing motion and then point to the top, bringing the dive to an end before we get overwhelmed by the massive animals.

Just before going up, Amadeo lays flat to the sand and grabs something and then we both head up, this time holding hands with our bodies closely pressed together as if we’re conjoined twins attached at the shoulder.

Heavily, and with help, I’m yanked out of the water. Flopping onto the back of the boat swim deck, I yank off my mask.

“Oh, my god, that was crazy!” I say, my breathing heavy as I look to Amadeo beside me.

“It was. Did you see the size of that tiger?”

“I’ll never forget it,” I say and roll to kiss my not-so-fake boyfriend.

“I’m so glad you suggested we contract out for the excursions. Without the liability, our guests can do whatever level of adventure they want.”

“I’m highly recommending this one.”

I smile, happy he’s proud of me. When my followers begged me not to stop making content, and I agreed, I featured The Pellegrino, as was my plan long before I fell head over heels in love with the owner. The resort’s stuffy clientele of his father’s reign changed shortly after. It wasn’t a party place or an adrenaline junky’s hotspot, but had a nice mix of people, including many Hollywood elites, who enjoyed both excitement and luxury. The old money crowd still booked their yearly vacations there, but the new blood shook things up.

“Why you do these things I’ll never understand.”

Both Amadeo and I tilt our heads back and look at Gwen standing over us in shorts and a bikini top.

“Because it’s fun,” I say. “Terrifying and fun.” I sit up in the tight suit, and unzip the back. Someone helps me with the rest of the unzipping and I peel myself, like a rip banana, out of the wetsuit.

She rolls her eyes. “I have no idea what you see in her Amadeo; she’s clearly insane.”

He grins, proudly. “I have no idea what she sees in me. I’m clearly a boring, grump with ex-wife baggage.”

“Pfft, Louis Vuitton ex-wife baggage.”

“Clearly.”

“When are you two getting married?”

“We’re not,” we reply in unison. We’ve talked about it a lot over the last few months. Neither of us need a piece of paper or a big party to show we’re in love or that we plan on being together long-term. Besides the last time I got engaged, it was for all the wrong reasons and it ended unpleasantly, so I’m not eager to repeat it. Amadeo was manipulated into his marriage and it didn’t end well either.

The baby squawks from below deck and Gwen leaves to help Émile with two-month-old, Genevieve.

“Thank you for this,” I say, and kiss Amadeo. “I’ve always wanted to see a beast with two dicks.”

His brows rise, and he eyes me sternly. “They’re claspers honey, extensions of their pelvic fins. And have you seen how those beasts treat their mates during the mating process?”

I reach back and grab my bottom, which is well hidden in a pair of his board shorts. “Nothing worse than what you do to my backside.”

His smile is devilish now, the glint in his eye, hungry. “I gave you plenty of warnings not to touch yourself while I was in the shower.” He pinches my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “You chose not to listen, so I dealt with your disobedience.”

“Confession?”

This time only one of his brows rise.

 

“I love it when you leave your mark on me.”

Tossing his wetsuit, he comes to me, helping me to my feet and growling in my ear. “I want to leave something in you too.” He runs his tongue along the shell of my ear and I shiver.

“A baby?” I ask, shocked. I’m totally not ready for that adventure.

“Hell no, I’m not done babying you yet. I meant remote controlled vibrating Kegel balls or a butt plug.” He winks, knowing I’d misunderstand. “But… someday?” He bites his lip, looking unsure. “We’d need to bubble wrap the entire house to keep them from being injured when they leap from the kitchen counter to swing from the chandelier.”

I roll my eyes, but turn to lean on the boat railing and look out at the water, my insides fluttering with the future possibilities for us. A baby with Amadeo? Someday? I see the way Gwen and Émile look at Gen, and how much love they have for her. Sharing that with Amadeo would be amazing, but not too soon. Being Amadeo’s babygirl is more than enough for me now. Besides, we’ve got too many adventures on our to do list still.

Amadeo tucks in behind me, cradling my ass with his hips and wrapping his arms around me. “Hmm? That might be the ultimate adventure, though.”

Leaning my head back onto his chest, I hum. “I think that’s for future us to consider.” I reach my hand behind me and rub his dick. “Right now, I think you should show me what you do with your clasper.”

He hugs me tighter, once again growling in my ear. “This boat is too small. Everyone will hear your moans and cries. And I’m not sharing those with anyone.”

“What if I promise not to make a sound?”

That gives him pause and he spins me around. “You couldn’t stay quiet if you tried. And Daddy doesn’t like broken promises.”

His look is menacing in the best possible way and I shiver, tugging my bottom lip through my teeth.

“You willing to deal with the consequences?”

I swallow dryly, but bob my head. “I am.”

He nods toward the lower deck. “Our bed. Now.”

As we head down the narrow steps, Gwen is waiting to go up, Genevieve in her arms. She looks intrigued, so I look away, lowering my gaze in embarrassment. It makes me anxious knowing she used to get off on watching him dominate women, and with a shudder, I wonder if she’s imagined us together.

I bite my lip also wondering if Émile is kinky. My eyes flick to hers for a millisecond and her mouth tightens in a small smirk. Looking back to the wooden steps, I decide I don’t need that shit in my head.

“Need a nap,” I mumble. She snorts and my face floods with heat.

“Émile, it’s time to head up. Our hosts need a moment.”

“Give us two,” Amadeo growls behind me, smacking my ass. My face further flames at Gwen’s snicker.

“Has someone been a naughty girl?”

“No, someone’s horny after swimming with sharks." I don’t know where the words come from but they’re spoken with more confidence than I feel. And Gwen laughs, which makes me smile and reminds me she’s not the same person she was when she married Amadeo. And I’m not the same person I was before either.

Jumping onto the triangular bed that’s tucked into the bow of the boat, I roll onto my back, making a zipping and twisting motion with my fingers against my lips. Amadeo closes the door with his foot and I admire his hard stomach, as I pretend to toss the key away.

“That’s right. You’re going to shush, little girl.” With one swift move, he shucks off his board shorts and stalks toward me, his hard length bobbing at the ready. I stifle my urge to squeal as he sets one knee on the bed and rips the Velcro of the shorts I’m wearing open.

“Lift your hips and remember… Not. One. Sound.” Looking at me, his eyes dark with warning, he says, “Consequences, honey.” Fisting his cock, he strokes himself. “One sound and that ass is mine.”

I wordlessly obey, and he drags the shorts down my thighs, leaving me in my little pink bikini bottoms. His grin is shark-like as he tosses the shorts aside and crawls up my body to capture my lips. The kiss is slow and loving until he drags his teeth off my bottom lip with a filthy moan and heads for my neck.

I don’t dare call him on his moan because with Amadeo it’s do as I say, not as I do. And besides, the sounds of his moan sends a ripple of desire through me.

Shivering, I give him access. His lips trail wet kisses and nips down my neck to my collarbone. I throw my head back, shoving my chest out, my nipples begging to be next. Grabbing his head, I thread my fingers through his thick hair, attempting to guide him where I so desperately want his mouth.

He retaliates my bossiness with a hard pinch to my left nipple but not even a hiss escapes my mouth. I just release his hair and clasp the bed sheets instead. He lifts his head to give me a raised eyebrow. It’s both warning and fuel to my fire.

Rolling the punished nipple gently between his fingers, he rewards me with a gentle suck to the other. I bite back the groan of pleasure and reach for his hard cock between us, gripping him as I move my hips, wantonly creating friction.

Again he pinches my nipple, and I really have to fight to bite back my cry at the harshness.

“Hands above your head, honey. No distracting Daddy with those naughty wandering hands.

I almost say, ‘yes, sir’ but swallow the words, instead obeying him dutifully. His small chuckle feels like teasing but I save my retaliation for later when it’s my turn to pleasure him.

Switching to bathe my sore nipple in his warm mouth, I close my eyes, the roof of my mouth alive with electric tingles. He flicks the other tight bud with a rough thumb. The conflicting sensations have me biting my lip to keep my verbalizations in check.

“Map says I’ll find my treasure down here,” his murmured words are a whisper over the skin of my ribs and tummy. My insides flutter and my clit pulses with the anticipation of his trajectory.

A gentle kiss to my naked mons almost undoes me, but I hold fast to the sheets, twisting them tighter as he slowly, and I do mean slowly, lifts my legs over his shoulders.

He teases me with his gentle kisses and feather light tongue traces between the crease of my thighs and my sensitive outer lips, before nuzzling me open and dragging his tongue through my folds.

“Daddy’s home.” Amadeo growls against me. My intake a breath is swift, but if he hears it, he says nothing. My heart pounds in rhythm with my clit as he closes his lips around it in a moist kiss. His tongue prodding the hard bud while he sucks gently.

 

I’m dizzy as if I can actually feel blood rushing from elsewhere to pool there. My breathing spikes as his skilled lips and tongue flick, suck, nibble and lick. My head spins with all the delicious sensations and I greedily tilt my hips, angling my pussy closer to his face to beg with my body for more.

My breath quickens again, fists clasping the sheets so tightly I think I might actually hulk tear them because I can’t scream like I need to. God, his mouth is fucking magic and I’m at the fucking brink about to fall over and shatter to pieces.

“Baby, don’t come yet,” he says against my swollen nub. I release the sheets to pound the mattress. The thud is louder than I expect and he pinches my inner thigh, making my body arch closer to his mouth.

“You come before I say so and I’ll find my cane and silently whip that ass.”

Those words and the frisson they cause, god. My legs tremble with the effort of holding back my orgasm and any begging I’d otherwise do if I weren’t silenced by his threat.

His fingers slide into me, hooking gently until I start to pant with the effort of holding my muscles tense. Another finger joins, but this time it slowly enters my tight pucker. I gasp as he works every part of me, my clit, my cunt, and my ass.

“Okay baby, come for Daddy.”

He. Doesn’t. Have. To. Ask. Twice.

I come undone. Shuddering, my thighs pressing against his face, wetness dripping down the crack of my ass. If I could howl, I would, but I can’t, so squeeze my hands so tightly, my nails dig grooves into my palms. The pulses go on and on.

“That’s daddy’s girl,” he croons, coming up from between my legs. “You’ve been so quiet. I'm impressed.”

I’m limp lying supine against the mattress, blissed out and dizzy when I hear the crackle of a wrapper. He’s not going to let me return the favor and bring him to his knees with my mouth and tongue. But I’m glad because I’m not sure I have to energy to do much more than let him have his way with me. I've come a part and the shards of me floating around us aren’t quite ready to return home.

Rolling me over so my breasts are pressed against the mattress, Amadeo smacks my ass. I bite my lip at the sharpness of the sting, but it only makes my channel pulse harder.

“Ass up, Baby.” He punctuates his words with a grip to my hips, pulling me up onto my knees. “So wet, honey. So fucking wet for me.” He swipes his hand up over my center and smacks my ass again, hard. I tuck my ass down and he growls but the harsh spank I expect doesn’t come, instead, he reaches around my hip, palms my mound and drives his cock deep.

This time I can’t help it, my gasp is loud. And if his evil chuckle is as telling as I think it is, I've been too loud.

“Uh oh. Someone lost the bet,” is all he says as he pulls out and thrust back inside of me. I moan at the friction, suddenly deciding whatever the consequences are, they’re worth it.

 

Wrapping his arms around me, he flips us, so he’s sitting on the bed and I’m in his lap, my back against his chest and his hard cock still impaling me.

“Ride me,” he demands, his voice like sandpaper with lust. Palming my hips, he helps me find the rhythm, and then he’s thrusting from beneath me, our flesh slapping together.

I mewl at the powerful way his cock drives deeper inside me. He gently bites my shoulder. “Shh, babygirl.”

Just as I’m at the precipice again, he lifts me, refusing to let me impale myself on his hard cock. I cry out, but in the swiftest motion I’m back on the bed this time on all fours.

“I warned you.”

“I was so close,” I argue, looking back over my shoulder at him.

Despite the stern frown on his face, Amadeo’s eyes hint at his excitement. The fucker wanted me to lose this bet and now I’m dripping wet, frustrated and just as fucking excited.

“Three strokes with the cane, and then I’m going to cum, but not in your pussy, I’m cumming in your ass.”

My mouth drops, my eyes widening. He's never inserted more than a finger inside my bottom hole, and he's never used the cane on me. God, make me anxious and excited in equal measure. We’ve played with a lot of his toys in the last few months but never the cane, but I’ve been curious. And anal? His fingers feel good, so why not his cock?

“Any colors in mind, little one?”

I nibble the inside of my cheek, contemplating his words. He doesn’t rush me, or try to push me. He’s patient as I decide. And my decision is easier because of that. I trust this man. With my life.

“No colors, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Now, face forward.”

I hear his movements behind me, my breathing amping up with every sound. Finally he touches my bottom with his warm palm.

“The cane hurts baby, but I’ll be nice with it this time, yeah? Daddy listens to your body. Always.”

I bob my head. “Okay, Daddy.”

“No screaming. Not a sound, unless you’re safe-wording, and this will be over quickly.”

I nod, gritting my teeth.

The whipping sound as he take a few practice swings is part of the torture I’m sure. But quickly, too quickly, there’s a searing stripe across my bottom cheeks. I hiss in a breath, my eyes wide with how much the damn thing stings. It seems to go on and on before finally deepening into a hot burn, but then the next one lands just below the first and kick my shins against the mattress as I absorb that one too.

“One more, honey, and then Daddy’s going to make us both feel good.”

The last one hits just a little lower than the one before and I whimper, lowering my face into the pillow crying out.

Amadeo chuckles darkly, but rubs away the sting. “Such a good little girl, burying her cries.”

The rubbing is glorious, and my pussy starts to throb again. The pain of the three strokes merging into wanton need.

“Daddy, please fuck me.” I don’t even care about the next part of his punishment, I only care about stopping the ache in my pussy.

He thrust back in me. “Even wetter, now. I think my baby girl likes the cane.”

I’m not sure agree with that. But I do like being powerless to decide if I ever feel its bite again.

It doesn’t take more than a few thrusts before I’m back on the very edge of pleasure, ready to fall again. And this time he doesn’t stop, and when I go over, I come to pieces again, scattering into the universe.

My head drops down between my shoulders, my neck weakened. I pant, dragging much needed air into my lungs as my pussy pulsates and I ride through the longest orgasm I’ve ever had. And then he parts my ass cheeks and I feel the spurt of cool jelly on my bottom hole.

I’m half blissed out as the head of his cock, slick with lube, pops past the ring of muscle with a slight burn. As he enters, I feel full, taken and owned. It’s a heady feeling, but humbling too. Slowly stroking in and out of me with a grunt of pleasure, Amadeo fucks my ass as if it was meant just for this purpose.

 

I wasn’t sure I would, but I start to enjoy the fullness and friction, and then he reaches around my hip and finds my clit. Rubbing me while thrusting slowly into me, I moan in pleasure, yet another orgasm building. 

Just as I start to see stars behind my lids, his cock seems to grow harder, and then we’re both nothing but atoms floating in the universe.

When I open my eyes sometime later, I feel an ache below. My pussy, my clit, my bottom hole and cheeks, all feel well used. Amadeo isn’t in the bed beside me, but I hear voices above. I stretch testing my muscles and the tight swollen skin of my ass cheeks. Satisfied I won’t come apart when I stand, I rise.

“Hey. You okay?” I look up to see my man at the door. Smiling, I nod.

“More than okay.”

“Good.” His smile is wide and warms my heart. “I’ve got something for you.”

“Food? Please say it’s food. I'm famished.” 

“No, but Émile just finished barbecuing so food is just a few steps that way.” He points behind him.

I narrow my eyes. “Exactly the path you’re blocking?”

His smile goes crooked. Lifting a fist, he lets a chain drop from it. Furrowing my brow, I look at the pale yellow thing hanging from the bottom.

“What is that?”

“This, baby, is a necklace with a tiger shark tooth I found on our dive. A gift, for your hundredth real adventure.”

The furrow in my brow deepens. “You counted?”

“I did. And when I found the tooth, I knew this was the perfect gift to honor it.” He holds it out so I can touch it. It’s an oddly shaped, serrated, yellowed, tooth, but so cool. And the best present I’ve ever gotten.

“Want to wear it?”

I nod, biting my lip and spinning so he can put it on me. Looking down, I rub the smooth bone-like tooth between my fingers.

“I’m proud of you, every damn day, Zoë Wayz.” He kisses my neck, making me shiver. “And today, I want you to pause right here and now, to recognize how far you’ve come, how much you’ve changed, and how you’ve grown. Acknowledge that there hasn’t been one challenge you haven’t overcome since you set your mind to it. And if you even forget, I hope this necklace is your reminder.”

I swallow hard as he continues. “And although it goes without saying, I hope you know there’s nothing fake about you. You’re brave, determined, and passionate. You swam with those huge sharks like it was nothing. And land sharks have got nothing on them, baby.” He pauses, turning me around so he can look me in the eye.

 

Winking he presses a firm kiss to my mouth. “And they’ve got nothing on you either.”

 

 

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