Temptation: a billionaire erotic romance

by Christine Elliott

  Serena debated telling him, but the shock and rush of today got to her. “I’m not really comfortable talking about it.”

  Jacques drove quietly for a few minutes.

  “You know, Serena, you can just tell him. I don’t know what’s going on, but I do know Val. He doesn’t want you to feel that you have to do this. He’d give you whatever you need—money, influence, whatever it is you’re after.”

  “No,” Serena said after a moment. “I’m not going to do that to him. I’m not going to be a beggar, and I’m not going to let any man put me into a debt, alright? I signed that damned contract, and I’m pulling through with it.”

  Jacques was silent for a few more moments.

  “You know what, Screamer?” He smiled. “You’re a good person. You’re a good woman for doing that for your brother, whatever it is. And Val needs you, and I’m glad he has you.”

  Serena didn’t answer, but she felt her chest warm up and a smile creep onto her face.

  A few minutes later, the private road they were driving on had made it past the trees, and Serena gawked as it revealed a gargantuan mansion on a hill. It was surrounded by a black fence that Jacques pulled up to before swiping a mysterious silver card against one of its stations. It swung open for them, and Jacques took a detour to the back of the mansion instead of the luxurious front garden.

  “This is the back,” Jacques said, pulling up to the door. Serena marveled at how massive it was, gorgeous and made of lacquered black wood. “Go down that hallway and turn right when you see the vase. That’s Val’s bedroom.”

  “I, um, I think he said he had private quarters for me.”

  Jacques stared at her for a moment, then shook his head.

  “I’m telling you, Screamer,” he said, pulling the BMW out of its parking place, “either he’s going crazy or you’re really something special.”

  Serena touched the door once she was sure he was gone and no longer around to laugh at her, admiring its hard smoothness. She followed Jacques instructions, slipping inside and nearly running to the bedroom before anyone could catch her. She marveled at the size of the place, nearly losing her mind in the maze of hallways. She sighed in relief when she found the bedroom door. Thank God she hadn’t gotten lost.

  Her hand trembled for a moment, hovering above the doorknob. It was deliciously taboo, the idea of slipping into Val’s bedroom by herself. On the one hand, she normally would have never invaded someone’s privacy like that. But then again, this wasn’t really a normal situation, was it?

  She slipped inside, and immediately, it took her breath away. She stared, amazed at the sight of it. The bedroom was just as grand, decorated in dark wood and silks. A massive chandelier hung from the ceiling, the light falling through crystals that shed a glow around the room. Serena touched one of the coffee tables beside her, running her hand around the smooth wood as she walked by it. She sat on the bed,

  She whirled around when she heard the sound of the doorknob twisting. Her breath caught. The doorknob unlocked, turned, and the heavy door slowly opened as Val stepped in, just as sexy as he had been before in the office. But this time, he was disheveled from a long day of work, somehow making him even more raw and attractive to her. Serena swallowed hard.

  Val’s eyes widened as he caught sight of Serena on his bed. He smiled a dangerous smile.

  “Good evening, darling,” he said in a husky voice. “I didn’t expect to see you here. Are you ready?”

  *****

  Val strolled into the room, peeling off his suit jacket as Serena sat primly on the bed, ignoring her beating heart. God, he was sexy. Surely he knew it. She watched hungrily as he loosened his tie in front of the mirror, undoing his cuff links and becoming hotter with every article of clothing he lost. She bit her lip, no longer caring about the lipstick she ruined.

  “I thought I ordered Ellen to take you to your quarters,” he murmured. “Not to my bedroom.”

  “Ellen?”

  “Of course. My head maid. Didn’t she greet you when you arrived here with your chauffeur?”

  “Oh, no,” answered Serena, lowering her eyes. “I didn’t take the chauffeur ride here. Jacques offered to drive me.”

  “Jacques,” Val said grimly. “Always inserting himself into my business. He’s insufferable.”

  “I like him,” volunteered Serena.

  “Of course you like him, you’re both devoted to driving me mad, aren’t you?” Val turned to her. “Especially you, Serena. Look at you, still wearing the dress I fucked you in. Are you trying to make me crazy, or do you just do that naturally?”

  “I….”

  “And you forgot to address me as ‘Sir,’ darling,” he added huskily, undoing his belt. Serena’s heart leapt. For a moment, she wondered eagerly if he would spank her again or maybe give her a few love taps with the belt. Immediately, she blushed, shocked again by her boldness. This man did things to her she would never understand.

  “Now, let’s see you.” Val walked to her, pulling out his belt. To Serena’s disappointment, he put it to the side. “Stand up, Serena. Let me see that sweet little body of yours.”

  Serena obeyed, looking down. Val reached forward and pulled her chin up with a finger, looking into her eyes.

  “You’re a virgin, aren’t you Serena?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “You’ve never done anything like this before?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Don’t worry,” he said softly, suddenly losing his harsh Dom side again. His mood swings were giving her whiplash. “Then I’ll go slow. Like I told you earlier, Serena, this is about what you want—about you wanting to submit to me. I want you to submit and be a good slave, but I want you to enjoy it.”

  He leaned forward and, as softly as if she was made of china and he was afraid of breaking her, kissed her on her lips. Serena eagerly met his kiss and kissed him back, enjoying the sensation of his lips seducing hers. She longed to reach forward and touch him, but that had been part of the contract: the submissive was not to move or speak unless commanded to by the Dominant. Somehow, that just made it hotter.

  Val’s hands reached for her waist and grasped it, and Serena was shocked at how strong and vise-like his grip was. He pulled her to him, kissing her more deeply. Slowly, his tongue traced along her lower lip, and Serena couldn’t help but moan softly. Val’s tongue slipped into her mouth, tracing her teeth and teasing her own tongue. She was almost afraid to kiss back, wondering if that counted as action, but she couldn’t stop herself. His hands traveled down to her ass and squeezed, and she melted like putty into his hands.

  Suddenly, Val pulled away. Serena’s heart sank—she had never been kissed like that and never wanted it to stop. Val tipped her chin up again and smiled at her.

  “Tell me, Serena, I need to know: do you trust me?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “No, don’t just say yes. I need to know.” He traced her jawline with a finger. “Dominance isn’t just about control, Serena, it’s about trust. That’s what really makes it good. I need to know that you trust me. Do you?”

  Serena paused, wondering. But instantly, she knew the answer. Of course she did. Maybe that was why she loved everything, even the spanking, because it meant she trusted him. She still wasn’t sure about submission, but that she was sure of: she would always trust Valentine Marquette.

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

  Val smiled and leaned forward to kiss her again, and this time it was even more passionate, his lips moving against hers with new ferocity. His tongue invaded her mouth, and his hands grabbed her waist to pull her to him.

  Val chuckled. “Good,” he whispered against her mouth. “Because we’re going to start right now.”

  Suddenly, his strong arms shoved her back onto the bed, disorienting her but making her all the hotter. Val cracked his knuckles, surveying her form as it laid back, vulnerable, on the bed. He smiled. “Are you ready to start serving me, Serena?”

  “Yes,
Sir,” she breathed. Her heart beat fast in her chest, the blood rushing in her ears. Her hands were trembling, but not in fear, she realized—out of excitement. She trusted him. She couldn’t be afraid anymore, only completely turned on.

  She watched Val pace, circling her around the bed, inspecting her from every angle. He pulled off his tie, wrapping it around one hand. Serena kept her gaze on the tie, wondering what he was planning to do with it. His Dom side had come back, and his gaze now was harsh and unforgiving.

  “You have disappointed me, Serena. You disobeyed me. I made it clear that you were to go to your quarters, not my private bedroom. You’ve acted like such a whore, teasing me and staying in my bed. I think you deserve to be punished.”

  He returned to her side of the bed and reached down, offering a hand. She took it and he yanked her up, no longer gentle and sweet but instead hard and fast. But the violence only made Serena more excited. She was exhilarated and wary; it felt like fear, but good fear, fear that made her wet.

  “Turn around, Serena, and put your hands behind your back.” She obeyed, turning around for him. He grabbed her hands, took the tie, and wrapped it around them, binding them together. He pulled it in a knot, so tight that Serena would barely move a finger. Val sat down on the side of the bed and looked at Serena, sexy and innocent, tied up like a Christmas present.

  “Come here,” he barked. “You need to be punished again. And this time, we’re going to make sure we take our time instead of letting you off easy like earlier.”

  He pulled her to him and groped her ass, feeling its smooth curves. He then grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down, bending her over his knee. Serena held her breath, anticipating what came next. The first slap was hard and unrelenting, and she gasped. Suddenly, his hand grabbed her face.

  “No, Serena,” he ordered. “Be quiet. Every time you make noise, I’m going to have to punish you again.”

  The next slap, she bit her tongue hard, willing herself not to yelp. Val’s hand came down again and again, each slap louder than the last. He pinched her ass until she squirmed and then chuckled again. Val paused to smooth his hand over her ass and then pull up her skirt.

  “Look how red you are, Serena. Are you learning your lesson? Are you going to stop being such a disobedient whore?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she moaned, burying her face in the blankets of the bed. Her ass burned and she could still feel the slaps.

  “No you haven’t,” he snapped. “Look at you, look at how wet you’re getting.” Serena gasped as his fingers ran along the thin lace of her panties, mercilessly torturing her with pleasure. One finger slipped under the lace and snapped it, making it slap against her clit. Serena could barely stop herself from moaning and forced her face against the sheets to muffle the sound. “Did I say you were allowed to enjoy this?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Then quit being such a slut,” he ordered, slapping her once more, even more fiercely. “I see we’re going to have to punish you even more harshly. Maybe this will help you remember your lesson.”

  Serena heard the bedframe creak as Val leaned over to grab something, and then the tinkle of a belt buckle. Her heart flew up into her throat. It scared her, but it exhilarated her even more to the point where she could barely fear the hesitation beneath the anticipation.

  “Stay still,” Val barked. “You earned this, Serena. Let it teach you a lesson about disobeying your master.”

  Val pulled his hand back and slapped her exposed ass. Serena jumped, expected searing pain, but she was surprised to find that the first had been barely a tap, lightly hitting her. It was nearly a feint. Val chuckled.

  “What did I say, Serena?”

  He grabbed her legs, forcing her still in front of him, and brought his arm up again.

  “STAY,” he said, bringing the belt down on her hard. This one stung harder than all the last, whipping against her ass mercilessly. It was obviously a true punishment slap rather than the kink slap he had used on her a moment ago. Serena bit down hard on her lip.

  “STILL,” he finished, slapping her fiercely again. Serena wanted to yelp, but she didn’t want to displease Val again. She kept her mouth closed, clenching her jaw.

  He grabbed her by her wrist restraints and pulled her up, bringing her face close to his. He frowned. “So what are we going to do to you now, Serena? Hm?” He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him. “I think we should break in your little virgin pussy, shouldn’t we? I think you need to make it up to me for being such a disobedient little bitch. Are you going to let me use your pussy? Are you going to thank me for treating you like the slut you are?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she moaned, her pussy throbbing. She needed his cock in her, she needed him to throw her on the bed and fuck her as mercilessly as he had spanked her.

  Val threw her onto the bed on her back, standing up and circling her again. “Take off your dress, Serena. Let me see your panties. Let me see those sweet little tits.”

  Serena peeled off her dress, dropping it to the floor and leaving her exposed in the black lace bra and panty set. She crossed her arms over her chest, bracing herself against the chill of the room, but Val snapped the whip against the bedpost with such a sharp sound that she jumped.

  “Do not cover yourself unless I tell you to! Law down on the bed and spread your legs. Keep your arms behind your back where I tied them. I’m going to take control of your pussy and you’re going to be a good little slut and take it, alright?”

  “Yes, Sir,” Serena panted, her heart racing.

  “Do not cum! I can see how wet you are,” he said, his voice hard as he unzipped his pants. “You are not allowed to cum until I order you to. Your pleasure is my choice. Do you understand, Serena?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she groaned, desperately fighting back the throbbing in her pussy. She wanted to be a good slut for Val. She obeyed him, falling back on the bed and spreading her legs. She strained her eyes looking for him and watched as he approached her, taking his cock out.

  Her eyes widened. It was the longest, thickest cock she had ever seen, and she watched, mesmerized, as he stroked it. Val grabbed her legs and forced them wider apart. He worked two fingers underneath the lace of her panties, stroking against her clit and he did the same to his cock.

  Serena moaned, and Val immediately slapped her ass.

  “What did I say, Serena?”

  “I’m not allowed to cum, Sir,” she cried.

  “Good. Remember that,” he ordered, ripping off her panties. Guiding his cock with his hand, he pressed its head against Serena’s clit. She gasped, unable to stop herself.

  Val rocked up against it, torturing her. He was driving her closer and closer to the edge with the sensation of his hard cock massaging her hypersensitive clit, but his hand gripped her thigh hard.

  “Don’t cum, Serena,” he ordered, as she bit her lip hard to muffle the moans that wouldn’t stop coming. It was everything she could do to obey, but she could barely hang on. Every time she slipped and moaned, his hand came down hard and fast on her ass, slapping her in punishment.

  “Are you ready, Serena?” he asked finally, pressing his cock against her entrance.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He slid the head of his cock up and down the lips of her pussy, teasing her for a few more moments, and then put the head back against her entrance. Torturously slowly, he slipped it into her, making sure to move so slowly that he left her squirming underneath him out of desperation.

  “What’s wrong, Serena?” he chuckled.

  “Please, Sir.”

  “Please Sir what?”

  “Please fuck me, Sir. Please fuck me hard, Sir.”

  He reached down and grabbed her hips, forcing her to him and plunging his cock into her deep and hard. Serena gasped.

  “Do you feel that, Serena? That’s you losing your virginity,” he growled, rocking his hips against hers, pumping his cock in and out of her. Serena moaned underneath him, now totally unable to stop herself.
“Today is the day you start becoming my little slut,” Val finished.

  Val began pounding into her, no longer slow or gentle but hard and fast. He jackhammered Serena, leaning over her and supporting himself against the bed. Serena couldn’t think anymore, totally consumed by the sensation of him fucking her. After what felt like seconds but could have been hours, she felt his cock clip out of her. Serena groaned in frustrated.

  “Calm down, Serena,” panted Val, his voice ragged. “Do you see what you did to me? You had to act like such a little slut and made me cum this fast, and we haven’t even gotten to the fun parts yet.” He ran a hand down her leg and then slapped it again. “But let’s see that wrecked little pussy now, hm?”

  Val dropped to his knees and inspected her pussy, now freshly fucked and open to him. He grinned and leaned forward, running his tongue along her slit. Serena whimpered, clutching the bed sheets, and Val laughed.

  He ran his tongue against her clit, lightly at first, and then increasing speed. He began whipping his tongue against her clit, occasionally running the flat of his tongue against it, doing a thousand things to her that she never even knew were possible. Serena’s moans escalated until she was almost sobbing, holding on to the edge with her fingertips, fighting off her orgasm with the last bit of will power she had. She knew she couldn’t hold on for much longer, especially once Val began finger fucking her.

  “You’ve been a good little whore,” Val growled from between her legs. “Look at you, obeying my orders to not cum. I think you’ve earned an orgasm, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Do you want to cum, Serena?”

  “Yes, Sir! Oh please, Sir!”

  “Beg me for it.”

  “Please, Sir!” she sobbed. “I need to cum, Sir!”

  “You need to cum? I think you forget, Serena, you’re my slave. You do everything for me. Do you want to try again?”

  “I’m sorry, Sir,” she gasped, her voice ragged and her heart pounding in her ears. “Please let me cum for you, Sir. Oh God, I need to cum for you, I need to be your little slut!”