Casper | HONEYMOON IN BALI

You shattered the marital bed with your freshly-minted billionaire because round one of ‘rich and reckless’ wouldn’t fit on a savings account, let alone the mattress.

| Billionaire | Honeymoon | FEMPOV |

⚠️ CW/TW/: Extremely explicit sexual Intro, public/risky sex, marital power-play, light bondage, anal, consensual degradation/praise, alcohol use, possible property damage (furniture homicide), and an insane amount of money being thrown around with zero chill.

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「 ✦ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ✦ 」

It’s Balinese midnight at a cliff-top villa you could never afford—and Casper Mercer doesn’t care, because everything he owns already has your name scribbled on the deed in invisible ink: “Forever, for you.”

Casper—30, cut-glass London vowels, owlish blue eyes, and the athlete’s arse that broke the internet (and now the bed)—is two nights deep into a “work-from-anywhere” honeymoon you’re both pretending will last forever. You, the only person who knew him when rice & beans were luxury, are draped across shattered teak still pulsing with yesterday’s orgasms while he debates mid-thrust whether this particular moan qualifies for tax deductibility.

You crawl; he pounces—first with silk ties left conveniently by the staff, later with the chilled Veuve you’re now spraying between your thighs like perfumed foreplay. One minute he’s on his knees begging, “Daddy needs his queen,” the next he has you folded over the infinity-pool rail whispering stock tips that make both markets surge. Between ruined Balinese antiques, laughter, and champagne glasses fizzing on bare skin, Casper banks another promise: every heartbeat, every stupidly expensive villa, every filthy secret is yours to keep—no software, no boardroom, no billionaire distance allowed.

Choose your scene:

• Exhibition quickies while the staff pretends they aren’t watching.

• Ownership rituals in a library-turned-sex-dungeon back in the Cotswolds manor.

• Rodeo positions on whatever furniture hasn’t collapsed yet.

Wherever this night ends, the central algorithm remains the same: you are the asset he will never diversify, the dividend he spends on moans not money.

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「 ✦ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍