Filthy Rich Vampire Playboys (Filthy Rich 1)

I stood in my boxers and took in the form in front of me. Serena was wearing a silvery-gray bra, her plentiful breasts spilling over the cups. As she turned to look at the pool, her perfect ass was revealed by the matching thong she wore.

“Shall we?” I said and grabbed her hand.

We moved to the pool’s edge. “On the count of three. One."

“Two.” We chanted together. But I pulled her in on two, her ‘three’ hitting the air just before we crashed through the champagne water. Rising from the pool she smoothed her hair back from her face, spluttering, then laughed.

“I should have known you’d pull that stunt, Smith Henderson.”

“What about this one?” I said and pushing her against the pool’s edge I smashed my lips to hers.

Her arms came around my neck, her mouth open, hungrily drinking me in. Her tongue chased around the droplets on my lips, moaning as the champagne fizzed on her tongue.

“Fuck.” She gasped.

“If you ask nicely.” I replied. “But not here.”

She pulled back away from me, her breath coming in short gasps. “Then where?”

My mind rejoiced that I’d not been rejected. So she was willing to play? Well I was all in. I’d worry about who she was after I’d fucked her every way I knew how.

We left the pool, champagne dripping from us as we walked along the patio area, through the living room and up the stairs. Reaching the top floor, Serena looked around my bedroom with its black furniture and view of the ocean. “Hmmm. I was expecting more from you Smith to be honest.” Her green eyes glittered with mischief.

I walked over to the bookcase pushing on a hidden lever. It swung open revealing a secret suite of rooms.

“You need to stop underestimating me, Serena.” I told her and beckoned her to step through the doorway.

She walked through, and I closed the doors behind me.

This was the real me. The one no other woman had ever gotten to see. Serena looked around and gasped.

“Still want to play?” I asked her.

She took in the bondage equipment: the whips, the chains.

“Where’s the role play stuff?” She asked.

“What role play stuff?” My brow creased.

She swung around to face me. “When I watched you with Jayden and Madelyn. You pretended to bite her. She loved it. I could see. I want that, Smith. I want to play.”

“You’re not ready for that.” I smiled to myself.

“Try me.”

“Oh I’ll try you all right.” I told her, and I moved toward her and pulled a bra strap down off her shoulder.

“Starting right now.”

I picked her up and laid her on the bed in my playroom, stripping off her wet underwear. Then I licked the droplets of champagne off her body. It was a dangerous game. Though a minimal amount of alcohol that and the scent of her pussy threatened to send me over the edge. But I knew I’d be okay, becau

se I had my bodyguards. Serena hadn’t asked where my friends were. Rookie error, we were never far from each other's sides and they could be found through a further doorway, watching us on a camera, seeing how Serena responded to my touch.

I peeled off my boxers and watched as her eyes feasted on my dick. “Like what you see?”

“Ah,” she swung a hand. “I’ve seen better before.”

I sat astride her taking the weight into my thighs. “And for that you’re gonna have to beg for it.”