Temptation: a billionaire erotic romance (12 page)

“Ms. Nicoletti!” she heard someone cry.

Serena turned around to find one of the waiters coming for her, holding in his gloved hands a small note.  He held it out for her with a worried look.  “From Mr. Marquette.”

She bit her lip.  “Did he say what it’s about?”

“It would be improper for me to say.”

She watched him rush away, her worry growing with every second.  She found a secluded corner next to a buffet table.  Her eye caught sight of a silver knife, and the picked it up, using it to cut open the seal.

She unfolded it, the thick, rich paper smooth under her hand.  She recognized the elegant handwriting script:

Meet me in the garden.  Now.

Serena swallowed hard.  He knew.  He must know.  Otherwise, why would he be calling her?  And could she really keep her secret when she was right there in front of him?  Inside, she knew it was impossible, but it’s not as if she had a choice.

She had to try.  Here goes nothing.

Serena picked up her skirts and rushed to the garden, a mix of apprehension and desperation.  She needed to talk to him, but she was also terrified to.  She searched the gardens for a few moments, exploring the twinkling lights and flowered paths, once again fearing she would get lost.  The grounds really were massive, even more than they looked from the outside.

She found a stone bench by the rose garden and sat down, rubbing her feet.  Val would be so mad when she didn’t show up.  Why hadn’t she just found Ellen and asked where he was?

“Serena,” said a dark voice from in the garden.

Serena jumped up, her heart racing.  Val appeared out of the shadows of a garden pathway, still impeccably dressed in  his tuxedo, his dark eyes fixed on her.  Her heart fluttered.  The things he could do to her, even in the midst of danger.

“So, Serena.  You seem worried.”

She looked up at him with wide eyes, her eyelashes fluttering.  “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“You should be,” he said, plucking a rose from a nearby bush.  He approached her and tucked it behind her ear.  “Someone as beautiful as you shouldn’t ruin her beauty with so many frowns.  What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, Sir.”

“Ellen told me you were looking for Mr. Lepin?”

Ellen.  She should have known.  Hadn’t Ellen seemed strange when she had asked her where Jacques was?

“Yes, Sir,” she said, clasping her hands.  For a moment, she thought of tracking down Ellen and giving her what for, but that thought was dashed away in a moment.  Ellen was Ellen.  There was no way Serena could ever speak to her like that.

“And why is that, Serena?” asked Val.  “What’s so urgent that you had to see him?  Are you two plotting something?”

Plotting something?  She frowned. 

“No, Sir.  I had to ask Mr. Lepin about something.”

“And that is?”

She sucked her bottom lip.  Maybe if she told the partial truth it would be easier.  Val knew she already knew about the Harlow Group because she had been there at dinner.  Maybe that was a good place to start.

“Mr. Spencer said something to me about the Harlow Group.  I wasn’t sure what he meant, and Jacques seemed to know.  I was worried, I had to find out what was going on.”

Val pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“
Spencer
.  Of course he did.  And what did he say?”

“I didn’t understand much.  He said something about Harlow waiting for you,” she lied, simply repeating what she had heard at dinner the night before.  “He was threatening you, Sir.  I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Val snorted.  “You don’t need to worry about me, Serena.  I can take care of myself.  It’s best you forget what you heard.”

“But Sir—”

“Forget it, Serena,” he said, sipping from his champagne flute and looking out into the garden.

“Val, please,” she pleaded.  Did he not realize how much danger he was in, especially with Harlow’s men so close?  Did he not realize how much that tortured her?

“Serena,” he said dangerously.  “Go back into the party.  Forget what you’ve heard.  Forget everything about Harlow and anything else that may have been said to you.  That is an order.”

Val began to walk away, but Serena couldn’t stand it.  For a moment, she was paralyzed with fear, remembering what Jacques had said:
the second  he finds out you know what Belladonna is, he’ll send you away forever
.  And Val wasn’t just Val.  He was a good man now, but inside was a man who had run a drug smuggling empire for years.

But she couldn’t stop herself.  She had to warn him.

“Val, wait!” she cried, running after him.  “You don’t understand!  What if Harlow—”

Val whirled around on her, his face murderous. 

“Serena,” he seethed.  “I thought I ordered you to forget that name.  What part of that order did you not understand?”

Serena stopped dead in her tracks. 

Val stalked forward, grabbing her arm.  “Do not forget, Serena, that I am your master and you are to obey me at all times.  I see we’re going to have to remind you of that.”  He pulled her to him, grabbing her ass and digging his nails into her so hard she flinched.  But it turned her on as well.  “Go to your bedroom, Serena.  If you won’t forget that name, maybe we’ll have to fuck it out of you.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

Val marched her back into the mansion, none of the guests they passed noticing a thing.  Serena’s heart raced as Val dragged her by her arm.  A few of the waiters’ glances lingered a moment too long, and she blushed.  Surely they realized what was happening.  Somehow that made it hotter.

Val pulled her into the bedroom.  Serena fell back onto the bed roughly, watching him pull away and stalk toward the tool desk.  His gaze traveled over each of the tools carefully, inspecting each one.  Serena’s heart beat faster each moment that Val took to decide her punishment.  The anticipation was killing her.  Any longer and her heart would burst.

Val picked up a leather whip, turning it over in his hand.  He hadn’t used that on her yet, she noted.  She imaged what it would feel like—having Val force her down on the bed and whip her mercilessly as she grew helplessly wetter and wetter.

But Val had other ideas.

“Kneel on the floor, Serena,” he ordered.  “By the locks.”

Her heart leapt.  They hadn’t tried that, either.

Serena crept to the middle of the floor where four restraints were bolted into the floorboards.  Two for her hands and two for her feet, forcing her into a position that kept her ass in the air and her face pressed against the floor and degraded.  Val swung the whip from his arm, stalking over to her where she knelt on the floor, waiting to be locked up and punished.

Val circled her, inspecting his slave as he decided what to do first.  Serena was helpless before him, subject to his every whim.  She was his toy.

“Spread your legs,” Val ordered, walking to her backside.  “Let me see your ass before I punish it.”

Serena obeyed.  She felt Val lean down and grab her ankle, forcing one leg to the restraint and locking it in.  He did the same to the second, leaving Serena powerless.  Her legs were spread open for him, her legs clamped down, and he could now do whatever he wished to her.  Whip her, tease her, fuck her until she screamed.  She was totally, completely powerless.

One of Val’s hands reached down and caressed her ass, his strong hand enjoying the feel of its smoothness.  He brought it down once, slapping her hard.  Serena cried out but then bit her tongue, remembering that he would punish her more if she didn’t take her discipline with grace. 

She was sure he was ready to whip her.

Instead, Val returned to her front, toying with the whip. 

“So,” Val said.  “You think you can disobey me, Serena?  To put yourself in danger like that, against my orders?”  He leaned down, grabbing her chin roughly and pulling it up to him.  She strained against her restraints.  “Open your mouth.”

She obeyed, and Val ran his thumb around her lips. 

“You spoke back to me, Serena,” he said, tutting.  “We’re going to have to punish that whorish little mouth of yours.”

Val took the whip and turned it around, running the base around her face so that she could feel the rough leather of it.  He pressed it against her mouth.  “Suck on this, Serena.  We need to see how deep your throat is if we’re really going to punish you.”

She took it into her mouth obediently.  Val tipped her chin up, keeping it open so he could see exactly how deep it was.  He pressed the whip handle further, reaching the back of her throat.  Serena swallowed against it, her hands clutching at Val’s pants.  Val continued pressing the handle as far into her mouth as possible, enjoying the look of desperation on her face.  She was sure she would choke if he did this much longer.

Val pulled it out.  “You’re very good at this, Serena,” he said, running his hand along her face as she panted.  He slapped her cheek.  A red spot grew there, and it made him harder.  “Keep your mouth open.  We’ll see how good you are with my cock down your throat.  Maybe that will teach you to speak back to your master.”

Val pulled his cock out, long and hard, making Serena even more hungry for him.  Her pussy was dripping, desperate for him to fuck her hard until she came.  Val thrusted forward, forcing his cock into her mouth.  It was a relief, having at least a little bit of him to serve.  She sucked the head of it eagerly, swirling her tongue around the head.

Val grabbed her head and brought her forward, plunging the length of his cock into her throat.  She continued to run her tongue around the shaft, sucking as much as she could without choking on it.  Her hands reached up to clutch his thighs, bringing him to her and pulling as much of his cock into her mouth as possible.  Val groaned.

“Good, Serena,” he growled.  He pulled out, watching a rope of spit clinging from the head to her mouth.  He thrusted in again, holding her to him.  He began fucking her throat, leaving Serena holding on to his thighs for support and gasping for air in the few moments she was given to breath.

“Are you learning your lesson?” he growled at her as he fucked her mouth.  He pulled his cock out, watching Serena’s desperate eyes look up at him.  A drop of precum mixed with spit rolled down from her lips, showing how completely dominated and fucked her mouth was.

“Yes, Sir,” she panted.  She could feel her makeup smeared across her face, her perfect hair ruined with his fingers knotted in it.  He was destroying her, and she loved it.

“Would you like me to cum in your mouth?” he asked, pushing forward lightly so that she could only reach the head with her lips.  She struggled forward, starving to suck him off more, but unable to reach him.

“Yes, Sir.  Please, Sir.  Please let me swallow your cum.”

Val chuckled darkly.  He pulled away from her and leaned down to snatch up the whip again.

“No, Serena,” he said, leaning down.  “You don’t get that, not yet.  You’ve been a terrible little bitch, and you need to be punished.”  He pushed her wrists into the hand restraints and locked them as well, forcing her on all fours.  She was now totally vulnerable to him, her ass in the air and face on the floor, unable to stop him even if she wanted to.

He walked to her back again.  “This is about your punishment, not your pleasure.  You’re been a disobedient little bitch.  Remember—you serve me.  And when you forget that I own you, I get to have fun punishing you and making you scream.  Do you understand?”

He leaned down on his knees, pulling back the whip.  He released it, letting it forward to smack against her ass, biting into her skin.  One part of it hit her clit, making her shudder.

“Yes, Sir,” she groaned.

Another sharp whipping, this one against her pussy, mercilessly torturing her.  Her pussy throbbed against it, and her knees buckled.  She was totally at his mercy, and he was taking what he wanted from her.  She was his slave.

“You’re my little fucktoy, Serena,” he growled, his voice vicious.  “Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whimpered.  Her pussy pounded, hot and wet, desperate for him to plunge his cock into it and fuck her.

“Say it.  Say it so I know you understand.”

“I’m your little fucktoy, Sir,” she cried.

“Good.  Remember that, and thank me while I punish you.”

One sharp slap with the whip on her ass.

“Thank you, Sir!” she moaned.

Another.  “Thank you!”  Another, this one on her pussy, making her hips buck.  “Th-thank you, Sir!”  Again and again and again, each pushing Serena further to the edge, turning her ass red and stinging with pain.  “Thank you, Sir!” she yelled when the last one came down, causing an explosion of pain on her ass.  Val threw the whip down.

“Look how wet you are,” he snarled.  One finger plunged into her pussy, causing her knees to buckle again.  He fucked her with a finger, watching as her face contorted in pleasure.  “You deserve to be fucked, don’t you Serena?  You deserve to be used and degraded, you little slut.  You deserve for me to use you as my little fucktoy, don’t you, whore?”

“Yes,” she panted, close to cumming.  Val pulled his finger out and placed himself at her entrance, his hard cock running up and down her pussy.  He grinded into her, stimulating her clit, making her yelp. 

“Are you ready to please me, Serena?” he chuckled.

“Yes, Sir,” she moaned.  “Please let me please you.”

Val thrusted into her, forcing his huge cock into her tight pussy, and Serena gasped.  He began pounding into her, not bothering to start slow.  Serena panted as she tried to keep him, her pussy being filled again and again with Val’s thick cock, teasing her and making her his. 
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck
. 

Val’s pounding increased in speed and intensity, hammering her with his cock and forcing her against the floor again.  Her body strained against the restraints as he fucked her mercilessly.  After only a few moments more, she felt herself cum again, the earth moving around her as she soared through her orgasm.  Val didn’t notice, too focused on his own fucking her.  He pinched her ass cheek, bringing her back to earth.

“Thank me for fucking you,” he ordered.