“You’re making all the photographs appear dull and unimportant.” I mock-chided.
She looked genuinely surprised. “What?”
“Serena, have you no idea how beautiful you are? You could have every man and probably every woman here. People are distracted from looking at the photos of the architecture as they can’t keep their eyes away off you.”
“Do you think it’s the necklace?” She fingered it nervously. “Maybe it’s too much? I could take it off? The box is in my purse.”
I shook my head. “It’s only accentuating what’s already there.” I beckoned the waiter over to refill our glasses. “Here’s to my beautiful girlfriend.” I raised my glass.
She giggled, picking up her own. “Here’s to my gorgeous and very talented boyfriend, who’s about to be announced as the winner.”
“Do you think you’re biased?” I laughed.
I didn’t win, but I placed second which was beyond anything I could have expected. Runner up for the Bordini Award, one of the most coveted Architectural Photography awards.
“See, I told you your photography was amazing. Now you know that being Flynn Kelly has nothing to do with it.”
“My sassy Serena. You need to keep up that sass for when we get back. Do you know how many texts I’ve had from them? They finally stopped just before the ceremony.”
“Yeah, I told them to leave you alone, that this was your time to shine; and I may have sent them a tit pic to keep them going until we got home.” Serena burst into laughter. God, I loved this woman.
“I love you.” I wanted her to hear the words.
“I love you too,” she said, sighing. “I can’t wait for us all to be reunited.”
“Come on.” I stood and grabbed her hand.
“But the dinner’s not over?”
“It’s only coffee. Let’s get out of here and see if we can make an earlier flight.”
17
Serena
Our trip to New York had been a resounding success. For Flynn he’d got the recognition that his photography stood on its own merit without his name attached. For me, well I’d received closure on my previous home, had the excited rumble of new beginnings from meeting my father; and I’d started to find myself, the new me. It was time to embrace my new inner vampire and get home. It had taken me to leave for me to realize that most of what I wanted I already had back home. Now it really was my home as I’d closed the door on living in New York. My men were my family and although I hoped to be able to forge a new relationship with my father, ultimately as long as I had the love of these good men, I had all I needed in life.
We walked through the door of our home to find the rest of them out on the patio waiting.
“Serena.” Carter rushed forward almost knocking me off my feet and then stood hesitant.
“Carter, kiss me for damn sake. You are who you are. Don’t change.”
That was all he needed to hear. His hands went around my back and he pulled me toward him, kissing me hungrily. He broke the kiss.
“We missed you.”
“Would you like a drink after your journey?” Jayden moved closer.
“I’d love an O-neg. I have a feeling I’m going to need it.” Before my turning, a 6-hour flight arriving in the early hours of the morning would have led me wanting to go straight to sleep when I got home. But this time things were different.
“We have our own gifts for you.” Jayden said. “They’re waiting upstairs.”
I drank my blood and abandoning everything in the hallway, I moved toward the bottom of the stairs. “Let’s go!”
In our room, hands stripped me of my clothes and then Flynn once again placed the necklace on me. Then Smith smiled and taking my hand, he opened the secret doorway that led through to what was his old playroom. While we’d been away the room had been redecorated and new furniture brought in. Grey walls, black and silver furnishings, and lots of toys to play with.
“Stand next to the wall, Serena.” Smith said.
Going into a drawer he brought out cuffs. Both cuffs were leather and adorned with diamonds. He fastened one around my wrist, the other to a spreader bar fixed to the wall. Then he repeated his actions with the other set.
Jayden followed suit by taking a spreader bar from a shelf. This one had the same diamond encrusted cuffs fixed to either end. He splayed my legs apart and fastened an ankle to each cuff.
Carter took his turn, bringing out of a drawer a diamond encrusted whip. He held it in his hands near me and smirked. Flynn took the vibrator from his pocket.
They left me tied to the wall while they told me in detail exactly what they planned to do with me. In intricate detail. My pussy was desperate for attention, my breasts pushed out, my nipples hard. Carter came over and flicked the whip over my clit with the most delicate of touches, making my agony a thousand times worse.
“Please?” I begged for the millionth time—or so it seemed. “Please make me come.”
“All in good time.” Smith said and taking the vibrator from Flynn, he ran it over my clit and teased it at my entrance without switching it on. I tried my best to lower myself so it pushed into me a little but I was secured with little freedom of movement.
Then they left me again and sat telling me more tales of what they planned to do to me. My juices were pouring from me and I felt frenzied. As the feeling became too much, I tried to use my vamp strength to free myself.
“Do you not think we considered your new strength, Serena?” Smith said. “Jayden.”
Jayden sauntered over, his huge cock bouncing slightly as he came toward me. “Now I’m going to take care of you, baby. One by one we’re going to fuck you.” He whispered in my ear before nibbling on my lobe. Knowing exactly where he was aiming he thrust inside me, my body hitting the wall behind and my cuffs tightening further.
“Oh fuck. FUCK.”
The feeling was sensational after so long of waiting. To be filled by Jayden’s impressive girth. He slammed inside me again and again and again, riding me through one orgasm and taking me up to another. Wave upon wave crested over me as I milked his cock as he came inside me. His head collapsing on my shoulder.
Then Smith took his place. My dark and twisty lover took my mouth with his to stop me speaking to him as he pushed inside me. He went slower, gentler, making me crave him and beg, and then he was rough, pushing hard and deep within me. My body taking everything I gave as my new strength allowed him to thrust so hard I thought we’d go through the wall behind me.
Carter brought the whip with him, lashing my nipples and my crotch with hard strokes that would have caused severe pain had I been human but just took me into a spaced out feeling where I felt I was traveling in another place and time; the only point to existence pleasure. He turned the whip around and entered me with the end of it, the smooth diamonds stimulating me, making me ready to explode again. He replaced the whip with his cock and just before he entered me I saw his cock was sheathed with a latex looking cock cover which was embellished with small bobbles. They teased me as he pushed within and before I knew it I’d climaxed again. I was forgetting how many times I’d come, forgetting my own name almost, apart from the fact they kept chanting it in my ear.
“Serena, Serena, Serena.”
Flynn took me next and then they freed me from the wall and carried me back to the bed where our play went on all night long and even though I was a vampire, when they’d finished with me and I with them, I was like a helpless rag doll and I slept like the dead.
Carter had had to be on set early, so he’d gone straight to work after our session. I wondered how long Carter’s filming would go on for, with him being out of the house all day and half of the night. I rose at eleven and headed downstairs. Flynn was going out to talk to the owners of the gallery about his purchase and so I leaned over in my chair at the table and stared at Smith. “Wanna hang today?”
He looked at his wristwatch. “Later, maybe. I have to go out for ten. I have a meeting.�
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“Oh yeah, what about?”
“Oh nothing you need to worry about. Boring spa stuff. I’m helping Leonie with something.”
“I could come?”
“No.” He said sharply and then he toned down his voice. “I know you want me bad, but we don’t have to be attached at the hip you know?”
“Seems Smith the asshat is alive and well today.” I got up from the table and left.
I spent the morning discussing the redecorating of the room I’d taken as my own with the design staff. One of the designers, Mona, asked me a lot of questions about what the room was for so she could create a ‘mood board’.
“I want a place I can spend time on my own. Yes we have our bedroom, but we agreed that each of us should take a room just for ourselves. I’d like to make the most of the view—maybe a chaise in front of it?
“I’ll bring you some ideas. I’m thinking we rework the en-suite, expand it out a little, your room can take it. Jacuzzi bath, mood music. A massage chair. That kind of thing.”
“Sounding like music to my ears.”
“Well, the team are about to finish up the new dining room so they can move onto your room next week. That sound okay?”
“That would be fantastic. I need a girly space in this testosterone fueled home.”
I laid on a recliner on the patio and closed my eyes. Listening to the lull of the ocean, I reveled in its melody, even more hypnotic now I had superior hearing. The sun beat down its rays soothing my body and I smiled to myself about how lucky I was. Yes we all had our faults but on the whole we were a good fit. A crazy idea hit me. Why didn’t I propose to the guys? Maybe Carter hadn’t been so wide of the mark after all.
I sat up, my heart thudding. Yes! Why the hell not? We didn’t have to get married straightaway but I could propose to them to cement the fact I was going nowhere and wanted to be theirs for life.
I grabbed my laptop and fired it up and spent an hour looking for what I could order for engagement rings, wondering how I’d get their ring sizes.
While musing the problem I realized that with our wealth a jeweler would come to the house with all the sizes. Triumphant, I was about to place the call when my cell beeped. Leaning over, I grabbed the phone and clicked into the message from an unknown number.
Do you know what your boyfriend was doing while you left him alone?
I pressed play on the video I’d been sent to see Carter standing in a room with a woman with dark hair who I didn’t know. He appeared to be at a party. He was wearing a smart pair of pants and a shirt. The woman looked anguished.
“Why do you let her do this to you?” The woman said.
“I don’t know.”
She touched his arm. “Maybe she’s not the right woman for you? Perhaps the right one was in front of you this whole time?”
I felt sick as I watched their faces come closer together before Carter brushed his lips over hers. This was not on set. I could hear the background noise of people at a party and for once I wished I didn’t have fantastic hearing and could have kidded myself this was an act.
“I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry. I have a girlfriend.”
Yes, me, and now you’re breaking my heart.
“I’m not sorry, and where is your girlfriend anyway? She’s not here. Not watching what you are doing. Leaving this most sexy, delicious man all alone. She’s stupid.”
She raised herself on tiptoes and brushed her lips across his and I watched as Carter pushed her against the wall, kissing her with a passion I’d believed he reserved only for me.
Then he stepped back.
“That shouldn’t have happened. I’m sorry.”
The video ended and I pushed my laptop from my lap, and ran with my cell to the nearest bathroom where I threw up every bit of my breakfast.
Then I received another beep on my cell.
I have more gifts for you. Three more. Expect them on the hour.
It was just past one in the afternoon, so whoever it was intended to torture me until two.
At two pm the doorbell rang, and I had to sign for an envelope. Closing the door to the delivery guy, I tore it open, slipping out photos of Smith eating with Leonie, smiling at Leonie, and a picture of him leaning over in the car kissing her.
I threw them on the ground like they might burn me.
Three pm brought another photo delivery. This time to my Inbox. Photos of Jayden kissing another woman—an older woman—outside a hotel. One I knew wasn’t in the locality, so it had been arranged furtively… secretly…?
I didn’t think I could take anymore. Who was doing this? Then it hit me. It had to be Leonie. We had trusted her, brought her back to Carbon Beach. I’d believed her when she’d said she wanted a fresh start, but all along she’d been out for revenge. To ruin us. More painful minutes ticked around until four pm.
Another text. Another video. This time showing me New York City where outside Tiffany’s Flynn clutched onto his ex’s arm as they walked into a neighboring coffee shop.
He’d met Rose and never told me?
I laid in a complete state of malaise, feeling ill and paralyzed. I didn’t know what to do. And then my phone buzzed another damn time.
Bonus for you being such a good girl.
“My name is Smith, and I’m an alcoholic.” Following the video were pictures of Smith leaving a church and meeting Leonie again. He’d confided in her, not me, and that hurt. It hurt so damn much.
I sat on the couch with my head in my hands and I did the only thing I could think of doing. I dialed the number on my cell.
“Vern. Can you come now? I’m in so much trouble I don’t know what to do.”
As I broke down, I told him some of what had happened.
“I’m on my way. I’ll get someone to cover me here. Don't worry, I’ll be there as soon as I can. You got somewhere you can go?”
There’s a hotel I stayed in when I was a journalist. I’ll book us rooms there and send you the details.
“Hold tight, baby girl, I’m coming. We can sort this.”
“Thanks… Dad.” I said and my heart broke all over again.
18
Smith
Truth be told I couldn’t stand Cynthia Delaware. The daughter of a property magnate, she was one of those that displayed her wealth constantly on social media. You know the type: they take a selfie in a tub full of money; or a picture of their wrists dripping in diamond bracelets. She’d always tried too hard to fit in, hanging around where she wasn’t wanted. Cynthia just wasn’t a nice person. If you could be used to gain favor with the press, with other wealthy people—she’d be on you like a fly on shit. The rest of the time she’d cut you dead.
There was no way in my right mind I’d hit on Cynthia, so the question was, was I losing mine?
I sighed as I rang the doorbell to the family home. After being greeted by a member of staff, I made my way through to the side of the pool where Cynthia lay sunbathing.
If she was trying to look sexy it was lost on me. Cynthia was stick thin, bones protruding at her hips and collarbone. I’d bet her teacup Chihuahua didn’t leave her alone, trying to feast on her, though in reality it probably only ever got near its owner long enough for the requisite Instagram shot.
She leaned back on her elbows and smiled at me, revealing gleaming white teeth. “Smith. What a delight to see you.” She swung herself around, flicking her cherry-red hair from her face and rose, walking toward the outdoor table and chairs. “Take a seat.” She gestured toward them.
Once seated, a woman came out to us.
“You want a drink, Smith? Champagne on ice, maybe?” Cynthia smiled.
“I’ll take a soda. You know I don’t drink.”
The woman nodded and left us.
“That’s not true though is it, Smith? Because you have been drinking. You’ve been a very naughty boy.”
“Cut the bullshit, Cynthia. Let’s get to why I’m here. Denny has a photo of me. Me and you, and h
e’s wanting to blackmail me with it. He got it from your brother apparently.”
“Rob’s such a loser. He had no right going through my things. But, Denny has a photo of us. So what?”
“What do you remember about that night, Cynthia?”
“We made out in the club and you bit me. And I loved it. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone what you are.”
I moved closer to her and stared into her eyes.
“You won’t remember this, Cynthia. You won’t remember us being in the club, or us making out, or me biting you. Is that clear?”
Her expression went slack.
“Did we make out in the club, Cynthia?”
“I d-don’t remember.”
“Are there any other photos of us together?”
“No.”
“From now on you don’t like me and my friends. You don’t know why but you don’t want to hang near us. Understood?”
She nodded.
The housekeeper came out with our drinks and I sat back until she’d placed them on the table and left.
Cynthia looked at me in confusion. “What are you doing here?”
“I just came to ask you if you knew Rob’s whereabouts. I haven’t seen him for a while. You okay?”
She shook her head. “I’m feeling a little confused.”
“When I arrived you were fast asleep on the lounger. You must be still coming around.”
“Yeah.” Her nose scrunched up like there was a bad smell under it. “Well are we done here? I’d like you to leave.”
“Sure thing.” I left my soda on the table and walked away, moving through the house and getting the housekeeper to show me to the door.
That was Cynthia taken care of. Now it was time to call my father.
Once home, I went into the office where I Skyped my father via the laptop. His face came up on the screen full of joy to see me and I had no idea how to broach the subject.
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