Devil in Miami part 4
smut (spanking, squirting, strong sexual language) with a little fluff and some angst. enjoy! :)
I sigh and turn over in bed, looking out of my window. I can see the street light dimly lighting the cars parked up and down the sides of the road.
I turn on my back and stare at the ceiling.
Should I call him? But he’s probably asleep.
I pick my phone up and look at the time. 1:16 am. I laid down to sleep at 10 but haven’t slept yet. It’s been 2 weeks since I talked to Vinnie. I haven’t stopped thinking about him.
“Fuck,” I groan quietly and stand up, walking across the room. I start fumbling through my purse in the dark, and pull out the piece of paper with his number.
I dial it. It rings a few times.
Shit, why did I do this?
Just as I take the phone away from my ear to hang up, I hear a voice.
“Hello?” He answers.
I’m silent for a moment, wondering if I should still hang up while I have the chance.
“Y/n, is that you?”
“Yes,” I say quietly, being careful not to wake Lisa up in the room beside me.
He laughs a little bit. “Hey, princess. I was beginning to think I’d never hear from you again.”
My heart starts to flutter at his nickname for me and I smile.
“Is this a bad time?” I ask.
“Not at all, I just got home from a dinner party with some colleagues.”
“Can I come see you?”
“Tonight?” He asks.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah, of course. Do you need me to pick you up?”
“No, I have a car. I’ll be there soon. Maybe 30 minutes,” I say.
“Okay. You remember which unit?”
“I think so.”
“Alright, the door will be unlocked. I’m gonna take a shower in a minute so I might be in there when you get here. Just come on in.”
“Okay,” I say.
“Passcode on the safe was changed, too, so good luck,” he adds.
I start laughing, trying to stay quiet. “Are you ever gonna let that go?”
“You literally tried to rob me.”
“And you held a gun to my fucking head, but you don’t see me still bitching about it.”
He starts laughing. “You held one to my chest!”
I’m silent for a moment. “Well damn, you’re right.”
He laughs harder.
“Whatever, I’ll be there in 30,” I say, still smiling.
“Alright, asshole. I’ll see you then.”
I giggle again and hang up the phone. I put some sweatpants and a t-shirt on, sneaking out of my bedroom.
Lisa is asleep in her room with the TV still on. Hopefully it hides the sound of the door.
I creep across the kitchen to the back door, holding my breath as I open it. Relief fills me as soon as it closes behind me without having woken her. I just don’t want to have to explain myself to her.
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Once I arrive, I make my way into the condo. Sure enough, he’s in the shower. I go knock on the bathroom door.
“Yeah?” He asks over the water.
I slowly open it and peak my head in. I can see him through his glass shower door, rinsing soap from his hair. “I’m here,” I say.
“Okay, I’m almost done.”
“Also, the new passcode on the safe was too easy to crack.”
His eyes shoot open and he looks over at me.
I start laughing. “I’m just kidding. I haven’t tried it, yet.”
“I’m gonna kick your ass, y/n,” he says, smiling.
“I’m sorry, did you said you’re gonna lick my ass?”
He starts chuckling. “That too, if you want.”
I smile and bite my lip. “I’m gonna go sit on the bed.”
“Okay. Feel free to grab a snack or something to drink.”
“Thank you,” I say, shutting the door.
I get comfortable under the covers. After a few minutes, he comes out. His hair is wet, but not dripping. He had a black towel wrapped around his waist. I can see the outline of his cock through the towel. He looks so fucking good.
My heart rate and breathing start to pick up and I feel my cheeks flush. I close my legs tightly to create the feeling of pressure, adding to my pleasure as I watch him.
His towel comes off and he slides his boxers on along with some black sweatpants. I can’t take it anymore.
“Vinnie,” I say, quietly.
“Yeah?” He asks, looking through his dresser for a shirt.
I’m usually never this bold but I swear, something about him makes me almost feral.
“I’ve been thinking about you,” I smile.
“Yeah?” A wide grin spreads across his face as he turns to face me.
“Yeah. I’ve been thinking about your cock too.”
“Oh really?” His face flushes to a light shade of pink.
“Mhmm. And I’ve been thinking about you bending me over the bed and fucking me senseless,” I say, biting my lip and crawling to the end of the bed, stopping on my knees
“Oh,” he says in a deeper tone. His eyes flicker down my body. “I can do that.”
“Right now?”
“Say please,” he says, with a serious face.
“Please?” I give him my best pouty face. “And be rough with me.”
He smiles again and walks over to me, gently grabbing my throat. “I can do that too. How rough?” He asks in a whisper.
“However rough you want it,” I say, wrapping my hand around wrist. “You can anything you want to me.”
“Anything?”
“Anything,” I smile. “Smack me, choke me, put me on my knees and gag the fucking life out of me. Bruise me up, make it hard for me to walk. Whatever you want.”
“We need a safe word,” he says, his hands moving down to my collarbone.
I think for a moment. “What about red? ‘Red’ for stop. ‘Yellow’ for give me a minute.”
His mouth pulls up in the corners. “Perfect.” He kisses the tip of my nose then grabs my hair, pulling me off the bed. “Get on the ground.”
I drop down to my knees and look up at him, waiting for instructions.
“Sit on your ass with your back and head against the bed,” he says in a low voice.
I get into position and he takes my shirt off over my head and unclasps my bra.
“Take your pants and underwear off,” he says, looking down at me.
“Yes sir,” I say, sliding my bottoms off.
“Spread your legs.”
I spread them.
He smiles and walks over to sit in the chair across from me. “Touch yourself.”
I nod and move my hand down, rubbing my clit, moving in gentle circles. I slide my middle finger inside of me, and start pumping slowly.
His cheeks flush even redder and his cock starts to stick up in his pants.
I stare into his eyes, biting my lip and start to pick up the pace. I slide another finger inside of me and press my palm against my clit to add to the pleasure.
Throwing my head against the bed behind me, I start moaning. The more I work myself, the wetter I get. I bring my free hand up and pinch my nipple, then move up to my neck to gently choke myself.
I feel that familiar pressure start to build and my stomach tightens, then the release.
“Fuck,” I say, looking down at my hand as it gets soaked along with the floor.
“I fucking love when you squirt, baby,” he says. His eyes are glued to my pussy, closely watching what I’m doing to myself. His mouth is slightly open and I can see his breathing is quick and shallow.
“Mmm, fuck,” I say again with a smile, throwing my head back again.
He stands and walks over to me. I start to get up, but he stops me.
“No, pretty girl. Sit there. Lean your head back again. I don’t want you moving too much while I’m doing what I’m about to do,” he says, pushing me back down in my knees.
He drops his pants and boxers, kicking them to the side. He brings himself up to my lips.
“Open,” he says.
I open my mouth and he slides his cock in as far back into my throat as he can get it, causing me to gag.
It almost becomes too much and I push my hands against his thighs, but he won’t budge.
“Take it like a good girl,” he says softly.
I close my eyes and open my throat trying to suppress my gag reflex. I start moaning against him and finally he pulls out until it’s just his tip in my mouth.
“Fuck,” he says, smiling. I take a deep breath in. He grabs the top of my hair to hold my head still as he starts thrusting himself in and out of my mouth.
Gargling noises mixed with both of our moans fill the room. Tears start streaming down my face from gagging and drool drips down my chin and on to my tits, soaking his cock.
After a while he pulls out and pulls me up to my feet.
“Bend over my lap,” he says, sitting down on the edge of the bed. I nod and climb across him, my ass up toward him.
One of his hands hold my head down against the bed and his other rubs my ass cheek and teases my soaking wet core.
I begin to let out a soft moan when he suddenly lands a hard smack to my ass. The feeling catches me off guard and causes me to yelp out.
“Mmm, fuck,” I moan. He smacks me 10 more times, alternating to each side of my ass.
He laughs a little and reaches around, gripping the front and back of my neck, rolling us so that my stomach is on the bed and my feet are on the floor with him directly behind me.
“Stay right here,” he says.
“Okay,” I say lifting my head toward him.
He pushes me back down. “And don’t fucking look back here,” he says. “If this is something we’re going to be doing often then we need to get the proper equipment. Some toys, restraints. All that shit.” He starts walking across the room.
The thought of this being a permanent arrangement between us makes me smile. “Yeah, we should,” I say softly.
“Whatever you have of your own, bring it over here.”
“Okay,” I say, closing my eyes. I can’t see what he’s doing but I hear the sound of a belt buckle as he walks back over to me.
“Do you have any toys?” He asks, standing behind me again.
I open my eyes again. “A few vibrators.”
“You won’t need those for yourself. I’ll be taking care of you from now on,” he leans over me and kisses my temple. His hard cock presses against my outter thigh.
A wide smile spreads across my face and I nod. “Okay.”
He stands back up straight. I know what’s coming so I bite the sheets beneath me and grip the edge of the bed. I feel the belt run down my back gently, then the feeling disappears. It’s quiet for a brief second, and then a sting rips from my ass up to my back. The slap sounds like a whip.
“Fuck Vinnie!” I moan.
The belt runs down my back once more before he hits me again. And again. And again.
I lost count in my head after 10 but I think we’re around 30 smacks now.
“God damn,” I whine. Tears are streaming down my face from the pain but it excites me at the same time. My heart is racing and I can feel the heat spread from my ass to my back and thighs.
“Have you had enough yet?” Vinnie asks, grabbing my hair and pulling my head off the bed. I see my mascara smeared against the sheets.
“Yes sir,” I say.
“Too bad,” he chuckles and lays another 10 smacks to me.
My ass is almost numb now, and my moans have turned into desperate whines.
Finally he stops and grabs my hands and brings them behind me, wrapping the belt around them. The position causes discomfort in my shoulders but I don’t care at this point. I just want to please him.
“Spread your legs for me, pretty girl,” he says in a low voice.
I do as he says and he lines himself up with my entrance. Without warning, he pushes himself all the way inside of me and starts thrusting hard. I’m barely able to keep my feet on the ground as he picks up the pace.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight. I love your pretty pussy,” he groans.
My face is partially buried in the mattress, muffling my loud moans. “It’s all yours,” I barely manage to say.
“All mine?”
I take a deep breath. “Yes! I’m all for you!” I whine.
The mascara in my eyes is starting to burn, causing even more tears to form.
“That’s right, baby,” he laughs. “Look back at me.”
I move my head around as much as I can to look at him.
“I love seeing those pretty eyes cry for me,” he moans.
I feel my core start to tighten around him. I let out small groans as my eyes roll to the back of my head and my breath stops. Euphoria washes over me as my mind goes blank, only focusing on the feeling between my legs.
“You cumming, baby?” he asks, picking up the pace a bit more.
I’m too wrapped up in my orgasm and can’t answer him. Once my high passes, I let out a pornographic moan. “Fuck yes!”
He pulls out of me, and grabs my arms to make me stand. “On your knees,” he says. “I’m gonna paint that pretty face of yours.”
I drop and look up at him with a smile and a wide open mouth.
“That’s right,” he says smiling as he stroke himself over my face. His moans get louder and his head falls back as he cums in my mouth and over my face and hair.
I can’t help but giggle out of enjoyment. I fucking love seeing him like this.
Once he’s done, he takes his cock and shoves it into my mouth, pushing to the back of my throat a few times before slowly pulling out. I wrap my lips around him, swallowing what’s on my tongue.
“God damn it, y/n,” he says, looking down at me. I smile and gently kiss the tip of him.
He takes a few deep breaths and I stand back up. He turns me around and undoes the belt around my hands.
I bring them back in front of me, rubbing my red wrists and moving my shoulders in small circles to get my range of motion back. My whole body is sore but so fucking satisfied.
He smiles and kisses my forehead. “Come in here,” he says, putting his hand around my waist and leading me to the bathroom.
He starts the shower and grabs a rag from his closet, wetting it under the sink.
He wipes my face clean and checks the water to make sure it’s warm and then guides me in.
“Thank you,” I say, smiling.
“I’ll be right outside if you need me,” he walks back to the closet and grabs a towel. “Here’s this when you’re done.”
I nod as he closes the shower door behind him and leaves the bathroom. I rinse off and wash my hair and body.
Once I’m clean, I stand there enjoying the warm water for a while. I look around and start to admire how nice the bathroom is. It’s huge with marble floors. A built in seat sits in the corner of the shower, and the shower head is one of the ones that hang from the ceiling, drizzling over you like rain. Separate from the shower is a large jacuzzi style bathtub. 2 sinks connected by a long counter sit on the other side of the room. Everything is so new and clean.
My mind flashes back to where I live and I imagine my tiny bathroom and tiny shower, with the nozzle that’s barely hanging in the wall and barely has any water pressure. I imagine the ugly peeling wall paper that lines humidity ridden bathroom ceiling, the cracked mirror of the medicine cabinet that never stays closed, the sink that always clogs, the paint splatters on tiles from the half assed attempt to touch the place up however many years ago, and the ugly tan color of the shower walls with the hard water stains that never stay clean no matter how many times I scrub them.
The feeling of envy creeps back in and I take a deep breath.
Maybe it’s materialistic and shallow of me to feel this way, but I grew up seeing the high rise condos lining the beaches, like this one. Seeing the nice cars on the streets and watching people party every weekend on million dollar yachts. Seeing people on jet skis and in helicopters, making their way up and down the coast and vacationing on the massive cruise ships that stay anchored in the bay and a few miles offshore. Living their life completely free of financial worry. Thriving in their youth, traveling, getting a good education. Not working overtime at a soul draining job for barely enough money to pay rent for a shitty apartment, but instead experiencing life at its fullest.
The lifestyle of the wealthy is one I’ve always been surrounded by, but never able to live myself. Always so close but so fucking far.
I wonder how Vinnie grew up. What got him into this lifestyle. Did he grow up like I did or did he come from privilege? He’d be fucking stupid to get in the business of crime if he didn’t have to. So in some sort of twisted way, I hope he struggled like I did. I hope he had a good reason to lead him to what he does now.
I sigh, realizing I don’t know anything about him. I don’t even know his last name.
After a few more moments, I turn around and shut the water off, reaching outside of the shower door to grab the towel he provided. I dry off and step out, wrapping it around me.
I clean my face of what what’s left of my smeared makeup in the mirror and walk out into his bedroom. He’s laying on the bed, watching some anime.
“Hey,” he smiles at me.









