Temptation: a billionaire erotic romance (9 page)

Val made her walk up and down the room until she could stand straight and keep her breath in instead of panting.  When the vibrator switched off, Serena collapsed on the bed again, so worn out she saw stars.  She began to gasp something at Val, but immediately closed her mouth, remembering her place.

“What?” asked Val cheerfully.

“May I ask a question, Sir?”

“You already did.”

She wavered, her hands shaking and her pussy throbbing mercilessly against the thin lace of her panties.

“Would you like to ask another question, Serena?” he offered.  Val was in an extremely good mood, she realized.  This must really be doing something for him.  Or maybe this meeting was truly going to be important.

“May I cum, Sir?”

“No,” he said, his grin growing as Serena squeezed her eyes shut in frustration.  Her trembling hands grasped the bed sheets, desperately trying not to touch herself and find release.  As if she could do anything with the belt in the way.  “I like seeing you like this, it’s unbelievably sexy, darling.  And besides, we’re just getting started.  The real fun is going to be at dinner tonight, in front of everyone.  You deserve this punishment, don’t you, Serena?  Say it out loud.”

“I deserve this punishment, Sir,” she moaned with the little breath she could muster, nearly about to pass out.

“Good.  Now,” said Val with a clap of his hands, “I’ll leave you to get dressed.”  He tucked the control to the vibrator and the key to the belt into his suit pocket, patting them reverently.  “Wear the black dress I gave you and be down by seven.  I’ll send Ellen to help you get dressed.  We’re going to have a lot of fun tonight, Serena.”

He began to walk out, but then threw her a devilish grin over his shoulder. 

“Or, at least, I will.”

*****

“Are you ready, Ms. Nicoletti?”

Serena turned to Ellen, smoothing down her skirts.  She hoped to God that Ellen couldn’t tell she was wearing the belt, and the skirt of her dress seemed to hide it well.  But still, she was paranoid.  She couldn’t help it, not with that remote control so snugly resting in Val’s pocket and her unable to stop it.

It was terrifying, imaging her helplessly trying not to cum in the middle of Val’s important business dinner.  But it was also incredibly erotic.

“Yes, Ellen.  Do I look alright?”

“Lovely,” Ellen said with a warm smile, totally oblivious to the fact that a silver vibrator was resting inside Serena, threatening to go off at any moment.  “Mr. Marquette is waiting for you downstairs.”

“Thanks, Ellen,” Serena said, breathless, as she took one last look in the mirror.  Here goes nothing.

Serena descended the stairs, holding onto her skirts in a feeble attempt not to trip.  The gown Val had chosen for her had a massive skirt, made of rich silks and laces.  Her neck and ears dropped with the pull of her piles of sparkling jewelry, all of them made of diamonds and perfectly placed.  Ellen had done her hair earlier—she had piled it in curls on the top of her head, and fixed it with a pearl comb.  Serena felt like a princess, or maybe at least a very well kept trophy wife.

Serena had even gotten used to the high pumps, though her knees trembled when she remembered that the vibrator could go off at any moment. 

Serena found Val at the bottom of the stairs waiting for her by the doors to the reception room.  He was dressed in a tuxedo with a white tie, looking as dashing as Prince Charming.  Her heart fluttered a bit, comparing the sight of noble businessman Val with her memory of fierce Master Val.  They seemed like night and day to her.

“Good evening, Serena,” he said in an easy voice.  “Are you ready for dinner.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You’ll have to put away the Sirs for now,” he said, smoothing his sleeves.  “It’s not quite proper for dinner, especially with these men.  But I still expect you to be on your best behavior—if I find you doing something improper, trust me when I say we’ll make sure you learn your lesson tonight.  And don’t worry about putting away the Sirs.  I’ll make sure you make up for it later.”

Shivers traveled down Serena’s spine.  Val called to someone on the other side, and slowly the heavy doors were opened by suited men on the other side.  Val held out his arm, and Serena put her hand on it.  Together, they walked out like a proper married couple rather than a master and his slave.

Two men stood in the reception room, one of them tall, dark, and thin and the other short, ginger, and fat.  They turned to Serena and Val as they approached.  One murmured something to the other, and Serena became self-conscious again.  Could they see her belt under the dress? 

Oh God, surely Val would love that.

“Serena,” said Val, suddenly on his best behavior.  She turned to him, and he was completely different from the sexy master who had played with her earlier in the bedroom.  Now he was a proper, dashing businessman.  “These are my guests for the night.  Meet Mr. Spencer and Mr. Edwards.”

Mr. Spencer, a dark haired man with pale skin and thin features, gave her a polite smile.  Mr. Edwards, who had ginger hair and pinstripe suit, gave her a small bow.  Serena watched them curiously—they looked like something out of a Dickens novel, one of them very tall and the other very short, and both of them looking far too much more like old royalty than modern businessmen.

“And this is your…” said Mr. Spencer.

“Companion,” Val said smoothly. 

“You’re very lovely,” said Spencer warmly.  He took Serena’s hand and kissed it, and red crept into her cheeks.  She had no idea people did that in real life.  Mr. Edwards greeted her with another, deeper bow.  In the corner of the room, Ellen the head maid was stifling laughter at Serena’s awkwardness.

“I think we should go to dinner now?” said Val, looping an arm around Serena.  Serena frowned, confused by his sudden show of dominance, but then noticed Spencer, who was giving her a little too much eye.  Well, that was something.

Dinner was served in the main dining room, one equally as massive and awe-inspiring as every other room in the mansion.  The full course dinner began with a small drink of brandy while Val spoke with the men.  She was beginning to get a taste for it, thanks to Val’s obsession with good alcohol.  Serena noticed that Edwards and Spencer were getting a bit red in the face, and wondered if Val had put a little something extra in their drinks.  She wasn’t sure if she was more disapproving or impressed.

By the time they started in on the delicate oyster appetizers, Spencer had begun discussing business with Val, leaving Serena bored out of her skull.  She pressed a finger against the oyster, watching the filling spill out, desperate for a distraction.  If only she was back in her bedroom, curled up with some tea and a book.  It would be so—

OH GOD.

Serena jumped.  The vibrator had buzzed back to life, totally silent but rocking Serena from the inside.  She dug her fingers into her knee, desperately trying to sting herself back to normalcy.  Spencer and Edwards remained oblivious, drunk and chatting away about some manager or boss or something.  Only Val’s hand pressed subtly against his pocket let Serena know she wasn’t the only one aware of what was happening.

The waiters appeared with the next course, a succulent roasted duck with a creamy risotto.  Abruptly, the vibration stopped.  Serena could feel sweat collecting on her brow.

One of the waiters poured her a glass of wine.  Serena reached out, threw her head back, and drank it all in one sip.  Edwards looked at her sideways, but Spencer was too far gone in his ranting to Val.  Serena swallowed hard.

“So about your employer,” said Val pointedly to Edwards.  “I understand you have a message for me.”

Serena leaned forward, finally interested, but jumped again as the vibrator took off again.  She leaned back, clutching the napkin in their lap for dear life, fighting back the orgasm that was creeping up on her.  Oh God, Val was evil.

“Of course,” said Edwards, ignoring his drunk partner.  He reached down for a briefcase at his side and pulled out a paper, pushing across the table to Val.  Serena squirmed in her seat, wishing she could jump out and run back to her bedroom. Val glanced over it.

“So this is the offer he’s giving me?”  He snorted.  “Tell Harlow he can go fuck himself.  He’s not getting a single cent of this business.”

The vibrator increased in power.  Serena bit down on her tongue.

“You should reconsider,” said Edwards, his voice harder.  “Mr. Harlow is not going to ask twice.  This is the best deal you’ll be getting.  You should not take this lightly.”

“Serena,” said Val sweetly, completely innocent looking to anyone on the outside, “could you fetch us some sherry from the kitchen?  I think we need to speak in private for a moment.”

The vibrator stopped.  Relieved, Serena stood, embarrassed at how wet she felt when she moved.  As quickly as she could, she scurried to the kitchen, lifting up her skirts in order to move as quickly as possible.  God knows Val could turn it on at any moment, and in these heels, she’d face plant into the floor in front of Edwards and Spencer.

The sherry was on a counter in the kitchen, perfect and inviting, as if someone had placed it there on purpose.  She frowned.  Val really did plan ahead for everything.

She began pouring glasses when she heard the sound of rising voices in the dining room.  She wavered for a moment, trying to negotiate between her morals and curiosity.  As always, curiosity won out.  She crept to the door and pressed an ear against it.

“And why do you think I’d give in?” she heard Val’s voice say.

“He has the Belladonna plan,” said Edwards.  “And he isn’t afraid to use it.”

“Let him,” said Val.  “I’ve got nothing to hide.”

“No, but you’ve got weaknesses.  And we’ve figured out the biggest one of them all.  Don’t pretend this means nothing to you, we see right through it.”

“And why should I care?” Val’s voice said nonchalantly.

“Because we can ruin your life in an instant, you fucking idiot,” slurred Spencer, completely drunk at this point.  The sound of Edwards’ fist slamming the table made Serena jump, shaking the plate of glasses.  Only a quick grab kept them from spilling sherry and broken glass across the floor. 

Edwards began to say something, but Val yelled something towards the kitchen, ignoring him.  “Serena, darling, do you have those drinks?”

Serena took a deep breath and walked out, carrying the drinks on the plate.  Edwards and Spencer were already standing up, gathering themselves and readying themselves to leave.

“I don’t think we’ll stay for drinks,” said Edwards coldly.  “You would do well to talk some sense into your friend, Ms. Nicoletti.  It was nice to meet you,” he spat.

“Harlow sends his regards,” added Mr. Spencer, with a dangerous note in his voice.  Edwards led him out, ignoring the servants who held the door for him. 

“I’d say that went quite well, wouldn’t you?” asked Val, standing up. 

Serena stood silent, not quite sure what to say.

“Let’s go to your room, Serena,” he said pleasantly.

“Alright.”

Her knees buckled as the vibrator began rocking her again, harder this time than any other.  Val smirked. 

“We’re back to ‘Yes, Sir’ and ‘No, Sir’ now, Serena.”

“Y—yes S—s—sir,” she cried, stumbling after him in her heels, desperate.  He led her into the bedroom, slowly increasing the intensity of the vibrator.  He grinned when she collapsed on the bed, trembling under the force of the pleasure.

Val fished the key out of his pocket.  Carefully, he knelt down and unlocked the belt, slipping it off of Serena and running a hand around her white thighs.  Val tossed the belt aside, spreading Serena’s legs wide open before him.  He peeled her lace panties down, bringing them down to her knees.  Then he carefully rang his tongue down her slit.  Serena shuddered.

“Would you like to cum, Serena?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” she gasped.  Her hands clutched at the sheets, and she panted hard, squeezing her eyes shut tight.

He hit another button on the vibrator’s control, and the power increased to its highest intensity.  Serena moaned, unable to stop it.  She crashed in a wave of pleasure, gasping and squirming underneath Val’s watchful gaze.  Val crossed his arms, smirking as he watched Serena shudder and gasp to catch her breath, totally taken over by her orgasm.

Finally, he turned away and began to put away the belt,. key, and control pad.  Serena slid the vibrator out, convinced she would never do that again.  (Though she knew she could never turn down Val if he asked her.)  She wrapped her arms around her to fight the chill of the room, watching as Val took a seat.

“Have you ever heard the phrase ‘in vino veritas,’ Serena?”  He sat in her armchair, studying her again. 

“No, Sir.”

“It’s Latin.  It means ‘in wine, truth.’  Good advice.”  He chuckled.  “Especially in the case of Spencer.”

Serena furrowed her brow, wrenching off one of her pumps and rubbing her feet.  Tonight was too strange.

 “What was the truth that you learned tonight, Sir?”

Val stared at the window, watching the night.