by Ivy Banks
Baxter grabbed hold of her chin and kissed her sweetly. “Thank you for giving it to me.”
Meadow gently pulled away from his kiss. “Thank you for earning it.”
THE END
Billionaire Blackmail
When you’re willing to be open minded, you risk having your mind blow…in the best way possible
Royal Vampire Kingdom Prologue
Many eons ago, the first vampire came into existence when a great warrior named Atticus was given the gift of immortality from an almighty warlock. But with the gift of eternal life came great responsibility. As Atticus developed a thirst for blood, he knew he had to leverage his powers wisely.
Over time, immortality became lonely, and Atticus embarked on a quest to form his own family. Choosing his “children” based on strength of character, fortitude and the ability to navigate an ever changing world for millennia upon millennia, Atticus created a clan that would be able to rule over all other vampires, creating order and hierarchy among them.
The Vampire King gave sixteen worthy humans the gift of everlasting life. The chosen soon became the fifteen princes and sole princess of the vampire world. Together they became the Hanover family.
From these original sixteen individuals, all vampires in the world were created. Though vampires now cover the Earth as rampantly as man and beast, the original Hanover clan remains the most powerful among them.
This is the story of Keegan Hanover.
Chapter 1
Keegan Hanover met the buxom blonde at a nightclub, and like most women, she was immediately attracted to him. He peered at her from the corner of his eye; he couldn’t remember her name.
Was it Mona or Fabiana? Who cares. It doesn’t matter.
His only thoughts were on seducing her, and then he’d drop her off and hopefully never see her again. But while she was in his clutches, he wanted to make sure she had a good time.
“Where are we going again?” she asked as she watched the lights of Manhattan pass by from the window of his Escalade.
“We’re going to an exclusive place I think you’ll like.”
She turned, peeling her eyes from the window to give him a smile.
God, she’s hot.
She continued talking, but Keegan was more interested in what she looked like under the tight, red dress she wore.
Still, she kept talking and he did his best to feign interest. “This is my first week in New York, you know. I just moved here from Kentucky.”
“How do you like it so far?”
“The people are nice, although I didn’t expect them to be. You always hear about rude New Yorkers. My best friend tried to warn me, she said, ‘Fiona, you’re going to end up getting hurt.’”
Fiona! That’s her name. Fiona.
“Well, your friend has some good advice. Don’t trust everyone you meet.”
Fiona responded, “Well, I met you and I trust you.” She gave him a quick, adorable smile that threw him off guard in its genuine sincerity.
You shouldn’t, he thought.
When they pulled up to their destination, Keegan felt like he needed to be honest about the place they were going. The girl was sweet, and if she’d only quit talking, he wouldn’t be getting to know more about her, and this slight guilt wouldn’t be plaguing his conscience.
“Have you ever been to an S&M club?”
Fiona’s eyes widened, registering what he’d just asked. “No. Is that where we’re going?”
He knocked on the partition window, ready to alert the driver to turn around. He was going to take her home. A small-town girl from Kentucky couldn’t handle his kinkiness.
She eyed the non-descript location. “Well, my mantra is in life is to try everything once,” Fiona said and placed Keegan’s hand on her knee.
This girl might be more fun that I thought.
The partition window came down, and the driver waited for Keegan’s instructions.
Instead of telling him to turn around, Keegan ordered, “I’ll call you to pick us up.”
Without turning around to look at Keegan, the driver nodded and raised the window.
Fiona’s mind raced as they walked to the front of the club. It didn’t look like much. The building looked run down and was hidden in the depths of an obscure alley.
What am I doing? This isn’t like me. He’s so sexy though. And who knows if I’ll ever get the chance to do this again.
She looked up at the man with dirty blonde hair and vibrant green eyes and gave him a meek smile. He returned her look with a devilish grin.
Why don’t the men in Kentucky look like him? Perfect skin. Gorgeous eyes. And his body is so firm. I can’t wait to see what goes on in a place like this.
Without a second glance, the bouncer opened the door, giving a curt nod in Keegan’s direction. “Your room is all set up, sir.”
As they walked inside, she had to ask. “They know you here? You must bring a lot of women here, huh?”
He gave her a sidelong look, “Are you sure you want this?”
Putting her insecurities aside, she responded by squeezing his hand and answering, “Yes.”
The doors opened to a fetish-filled wonderland.
Oh my god! The entrance is deceiving! Fiona thought as she looked around.
The club’s décor was almost ethereal, as if every fantasy could be fulfilled within the confines of this one building. Dim lighting lit their path, but it was still dark enough to blanket the hedonistic acts. They traveled down a door-lined hallway.
Some doors were ajar, and Fiona peered inside to get an idea of what was in store for her. Six people were in one room, engaged in an intense orgy.
I wouldn’t even know what to do with all those tits, dicks, and limbs, she thought as she chuckled to herself.
Keegan shot her with a questioning glance. She straightened her smile, cleared her throat, and pretended that nothing taking place shocked her. Keegan shook his head, trying to hide a small smirk.
In another room, a man was chained to a table while a woman dropped hot wax on his bare chest. Each room they passed heightened her anticipation about what was about to take place. The cotton lining of her panties was already moist by the time they reached his suite.
As they stood in front of the door, Fiona didn’t wait for Keegan to make a move. She reached up, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for an intense kiss. He wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed her, pulling her close to his body, meeting her lips eagerly.
Keegan kept Fiona locked in his grip as he fumbled for the key to get the suite door open. He had her pressed to the doorframe, one leg hooked on his hip with the heat of her sex rubbing seductively against his throbbing boner.
Reaching down between their groins, Fiona gripped his member hard, eliciting a soft moan from the man. Keegan finally pulled away from the kiss long enough to focus on the lock to open the door labeled Play Room in gold, cursive letters.
“Once I open this door, I’m fully in charge,” he ordered, looking her directly in the eye. “Got it?”
Realizing she needed to play the part, she gave him the best salute she could muster.
Keegan turned his face away from hers, once again trying to suppress a laugh. “We’ll work on your obedience.”
Oh no. He thinks I’m an idiot. Why did I salute? That was so stupid.
The door swung open, and the scent of candles and latex wafted into the hall. He grabbed her chin and kissed her hard again before guiding her into the large, but cluttered space. Fiona’s eyes scanned all the toys with curiosity and excitement, wondering how exactly he planned on using each tool, whip, and chain.
Keegan came to a stop at a queen-sized bed with paddles, ropes, and chains hung above it. He turned to her and cupped her face with his large, strong hands. His lust-filled emerald eyes looked directly into her hers.
“We have to go over a few rules,” he said sincerely. “In here, I’m your master. You may call me sir or master. And
if for any reason you want me to stop, the safe word is cherry.” His face was serious and steady, but for whatever reason, she still felt like she could trust him.
“Yes, sir,” she said while biting down on her lower lip.
This is going to be so fun…I hope.
He nodded approvingly at her usage of “sir” and pushed back his dirty blonde hair. “Good girl,” he said, giving her a firm smack on her bottom. “Now take off your dress and bra. Fold them and place them on the table over there.”
She listened obediently, pushing the straps of the dress off her shoulders and slipping out of it. The bra quickly joined the sleek dress on the floor. The air felt extra cool against her mostly bare body and she bent over to retrieve the clothes as he watched. Her nipples perked up at the sensation of being exposed as she carefully folded her clothes and walked them across the room under Keegan’s steady gaze. When she turned back around he was directing her to go back to the bed, pointing with a riding crop he was inspecting from a table of toys.
Without hesitation, Fiona crawled onto the bed and kneeled on the edge facing him, and sat back on her heels.
“How can I pleasure you, sir?”
He guided the leather end of the riding whip, starting at her belly button and trailing up between her breasts. “Pretty little thing,” he said softly. He admired her porcelain skin and moved slowly over her curves. “Give me your wrists.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied innocently.
Fiona kept her eyes locked on his as she gently lifted her arms out in front of her.
“No eye contact,” he said.
Fiona looked down, excited by his dominance.
Keegan set the crop aside and reached into the bedside table to retrieve a bondage strap. He fastened her wrists together, pulling on the fabric to make sure it was snug, but wasn’t cutting off her circulation.
Keegan then turned and grabbed something else from the drawer, but hid whatever it was in the palm of his hand. He stood over her and brought his other hand to his mouth and sucked on index finger momentarily before withdrawing it. He pinched her nipples and a shiver crawled down her spine. Carefully pinching and rubbing her nipples until they were completely moistened by his saliva, Keegan finally uncurled his other hand and produced two metallic clamps. Very carefully, he attached them to Fiona’s nipples, one at a time. The clamps were tight and slightly painful, but that pinch of pain was bearable and only served to fill her with excitement.
“Now, get on all fours. Face the headboard,” Keegan told her, his eyes fixated on her breasts.
“Yes, master,” Fiona replied. She moved into the position he requested, only using her elbows instead of her hands since her wrists were bound together.
He moved to the head of the bed, putting rope around the bedposts to connect to her wrist restraints. Keegan then disappeared from her view. His hand glided over her ass, tracing the hemline of her black lace panties.
“You have such a beautiful, perky ass,” Keegan groaned.
He gave her bottom another firm swat. Her body heaved, but she bit down on her lip, her panties dripping with her juices from the arousal. Fiona’s rear stung from his slap as he moved away from her momentarily.
When he returned, she could feel him set a couple of light items down next to her legs. Keegan grabbed a knife and cut away her panties, tossing them on the floor. Then, when her ass was revealed, Keegan spread her cheeks apart carefully.
A wet finger pressed against her anus, making her squirm instinctively.
“Hold still,” he demanded firmly.
Fiona stilled herself and soon realized he was rubbing lube on her. It made her a little leery that they were jumping right to anal, but Keegan had her full trust. After another pause, Fiona couldn’t resist the urge to look behind her and catch a glimpse of what he was doing. When her eyes fell on him, Keegan was in the middle of lubing up a silicon set of anal beads. The beads weren’t perfectly round, but rather oblong and almost oval in shape.
Keegan noticed her looking and sprung his hand back, swatting her ass with the intention of stinging. “No peeking.” he criticized.
She chewed on her bottom lip and averted her gaze. “I’m sorry, sir.”
“You better be,” he tsked.
Keegan then gradually inserted the first couple of beads, tiny enough to where she practically didn’t feel them. Then he pushed in larger ones, and pressure began to build. It didn’t hurt since it was well lubricated, but the pleasure she expected wasn’t there. One by one, Keegan pushed them inside of her. Once the stringed beads were completely introduced, he let go of the little ring at the end. Fiona took slow and deep breaths, and shifted her hips slightly to allow herself to get comfortable.
“It’s not just about my pleasure, it’s about yours, too,” Keegan said, helping Fiona keep an open mind. “Pleasure can come from unexpected places when you’re open to it.”
He appeared at her side and wrapped a piece of fabric around her neck. Fiona’s doe-like eyes lifted to Keegan, realizing then he was putting a leash on her.
“Are you okay?” he asked in a low tone, keeping the handle to the leash in his hand as he loosened his tie with his other hand.
She nodded, and he tugged lightly on the leash as a warning, the fabric around her throat tightening ever-so-slightly.
“Yes, sir,” she corrected herself.
Keegan nodded at her approvingly and then disappeared again. Fiona couldn’t stop herself from looking around the room.
“I’ve heard you’ve been bad, Fiona,” he said from behind her.
Fiona could hear his buckle rattle and his pants unzip as he positioned himself behind her. His hand then appeared on her mound, stroking her softly. Her nectar ran down his hand as Fiona suddenly realized just how much she was enjoying this so far.
“Yes, sir. Very bad.”
“What did you do wrong?”
Her hips squirmed and as he pressed a finger into her slick sex.
“I talked to a stranger. And I’m about to let this stranger have sex with me,” she said, teasing him a little.
A wooden object collided with her bottom, causing a sharp pain to shoot through her. When did he grab a paddle? He then gently rubbed the edge of the paddle against her sex.
“Do you trust me?” he asked in his direct, but honeyed tone.
“Yes, master.”
He crawled on the bed behind her and thrust himself into her core. They both moaned breathlessly.
“God, you’re hot,” he muttered under his breath.
One of his hands drifted down her spine. It then trailed to her bottom, hooking his finger into the ring of the beads. He gingerly moved it around like a toggle as he continued to thrust into her sex. The soft beads massaged her insides in a pleasurable way, as gentle moans passed her lips.
“Lift your ass,” he instructed.
Fiona poked her bottom out more, shifting more of her weight to her elbows. As he began to penetrate her more deeply and in swifter motions, he continued to swivel the beads in tight little circles. The clamps on her nipples started to feel increasingly sensitive and pleasurable the more stimulated Fiona became.
Already, her sex began to tighten around his throbbing cock, adding to the unbelievable sensations. Keegan tugged the anal beads, pulling the largest one out. She gasped loudly, her tiny body tingling in shocking pleasure. Once again, the fabric around her neck tightened,
“Quiet down,” he instructed.
She blushed, but he couldn’t see her face.
Keegan’s member moved in and out of her, filling her completely. He pulled another bead out and drove her that much closer to orgasm. A hand reached for her breast, lightly twisting the clamp. Fiona sucked in a deep breath and bit her lip to keep from making a noise. The slight twinges of pain added to the pleasure in ways she could never have dreamed about.
Smirking to herself, Fiona purposefully looked back at him. His dirty blonde hair was partially covering his face as he pounded int
o her, his broad and tan chest was on display with his shirt half unbuttoned. Keegan flicked Fiona’s nipple even harder as he gave the leash a tug.
She didn’t look away. The longer her eyes stayed on him, the harder he pulled the leash. Keegan caught onto the game she was playing, tightening his hold on it even more.
Fiona’s jaw dropped as she was overwhelmed by pleasure.
“Call my name,” he purred.
“Master,” she whispered. “Master, master, master!”
He pushed her face to the bed and plowed again into her slick heat, still holding the leash tight. As she began to climax, Keegan pulled the rest of the beads out in a single tug. Fiona exploded in pleasure.
He pulled out of her, having cum just after her and let out a primal growl of release. Keegan stroked her ass lovingly as he caught his breath.
Chapter 2
Fiona didn’t speak on the way home, and Keegan wondered why.
I must have scared the poor thing. But was it worth it? Yes. And I think it was worth it for her, too.
The driver pulled the car up the address Fiona provided and Keegan peered out the window to see where she lived. It was a youth hostel housed in a run-down building in a seedy part of Queens.
“This is where you live?”
Fiona narrowed her eyes at him. “It’s not as if we can all afford your lifestyle.”
“That’s true, but do your parents know you are living in a place like this?”
“I don’t have parents. I never have. I grew up in foster care.”
An unfamiliar feeling came over Keegan. He was actually concerned for this woman’s welfare.
“Do you have a job?”
For some strange reason, he felt responsible for making sure she was safe.
“Yes, I work at the front desk here. They provide me with free room and board.”
Against his better judgment, Keegan said, “Go get your things. I’m getting you a hotel.”