Temptation: a billionaire erotic romance

by Christine Elliott

  “Come, Serena,” he said, motioning to her with a finger. “Follow me. I think we need to have a talk, don’t you?”

  Serena followed him with hurried steps as he walked down the hall, biting her lip. Inside, she worried about the punishment she knew must be coming. Yet on the other hand, it excited her. The idea of Val punishing her again was something that inflamed her passion for him, as much as it embarrassed her.

  “I was very disappointed to see you gone when I came back home this morning,” Val said, turning down another hallway in the labyrinth of the mansion. “I thought we had made an agreement that you were not to go anywhere without my permission. It was in the contract. And here I am, having Jacques chase after you like a lost puppy.”

  He made a tutting noise as they turned another hallway. Serena remained silent as he reached the door at the end of the hallway and pulled out a small ring of keys.

  “We’re going to have a talk, Serena,” Val said, searching the ring for the key for the large gilded door. “But first, I need to show you something.” Serena nodded solemnly, and Val unlocked the door with a heavy click.

  “These are your quarters,” Val said, pushing open the door. Serena followed him in, and her eyes grew large as she took in the sight of it.

  The room was like Val’s, with a large four poster bed in the corner and a cozy fireplace in the corner. Unlike Val’s, which was mostly devoted to books and alcohol, half of the room was devoted to BDSM. A riding crop hung on the wall along with a number of other tools, all displayed above a table that held a series of locks, restraints, toys, and other tools that Serena didn’t even recognize. She noticed more restraints built into the bed, and her heart jumped.

  “This is where you are to stay, if you stay,” Val said, placing the keys back into his pocket. He watched Serena walk into the room and marvel at it, her hands shaking a little out of excitement and delicious fear. Of course, we still have to decide if you’re going to stay. I will not tolerate disobedience and brattiness like what happened this morning. Do you understand, Serena?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she murmured, glancing up at a restraint that was bolted to the ceiling. She imagined herself cuffed to it, completely helpless, as Val used and abused her body as he saw fit. The thought of it made her pussy begin throbbing.

  “You are to stay here unless I explicitly give you permission to leave,” said Val as he found a seat in the corner in a cushioned armchair. “Whenever I wish, I may visit you here or order you to come to me. There is a phone in the top drawer of the vanity in the corner; if you stay, you are to keep this with you at all times so that I may send you orders.”

  Val leaned back, taking in the sight of Serena as she stood numbly in the middle of the room.

  “Now the real question is, are you going to stay?” said Val. “Because if you leave again, this ends our contract. I am understanding, Serena, and will allow this once disobedience to slide. But another will immediately end our contract. Do you understand, Serena?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she answered, nodding. She realized it was true the more time she spent in this room, reminded of all the ways that Val could toy with her and twist her heart the way no other man could. She didn’t want to leave. She couldn’t.

  “Good,” said Val, standing up and going to the wardrobe in the corner of the room. He opened it and carefully thumbed through a few of the clothes, and Serena caught sight of them: a pink silk dress, a set of black lace lingerie, a latex minidress, a set of blindfolds…. Each pumped filthier and filthier fantasies into her mind. Her hands shook a little and she had to clasp them together out of fear Val would notice. God knows what he would do if he realized how powerless she was when it came to him. Though the threat of that just made her hotter.

  “Now,” said Val, pulling out a black robe from the wardrobe. “I need to ask you another very, very important question, Serena.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Val slipped the robe on and found a seat in the armchair across from the bed, lounging like a tiger inspecting its prey. Something about his dark gaze turned Serena into putty. She watched him rake her over with his eyes, and bit her lip, hoping he liked what he saw. Maybe he was imagining her wearing some of the costumes, she thought. The idea sent shivers down her back.

  “As you were told in the interviews,” he said, getting up again and walking to a small table in the corner, “there is a difference between a submissive and a slave.” He reached for a glass carafe on the table, one filled with the same amber alcohol that had been in his office earlier. “A submissive has the right of negotiation, is only submissive during play time, and may set her own limits. A submissive makes the decision to submit to her Dom, and she renews that decision every time she agrees to continue her relationship with the Dom. She can always deny something or take away her agreement. She has power.”

  Serena nodded along with his words. She had had all this explained to her during the interview, complete with diagrams and pictures. Honestly, though she would never admit it to herself out loud, that was part of the appeal of the job. To have Val be her Dom was already hot enough, but the idea of him becoming her master—of owning and controlling her completely as if she was property—got her off like nothing ever had before. Especially now that she had had a taste of it.

  “But a slave is completely her master’s.” He tapped the glass with a finger. “She makes one, big decision at the beginning of the relationship to give herself over completely to her master. After that, she makes no more decisions—her whole life belongs to her master. She has no rights or power, Serena. Being a slave is much more serious commitment.”

  He turned to her.

  “So far I have treated you as a submissive, Serena. I have been kind, I have given you breaks, I have made sure to have your permission before everything. I wanted to give you a taste of what you will get before you commit to me. That is your right. But if you become my slave, you lose every right. You become my toy. There will be no breaks, no permission. If I am kind to you, it is because it pleases me, not because you deserve it. You deserve nothing in a slave relationship. I may do to you whatever I please, whenever I please, wherever I please.”

  Serena’s heart beat fast during his speech. She was exhilarated at the thought. She was shocked at how much it captivated and consumed her, the idea of being nothing more than this man’s toy. But she knew it was the only thing in the world she wanted to do. She wanted to be a slave.

  “Do you trust me, Serena?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, unable to stop herself.

  “Then are you sure?” Val approached and ran a finger across her lips, appreciating the curves of them. “Are you sure you want to be my slave? I can call on you to do anything Serena, anything at all, and you must do it. I can use whips, restraints, even canes on you. I can share you with my friends or even strangers, let them fuck you or own you or do whatever they want to you. I can do anything to you, anything at all, except for things listed in the contract.”

  Serena’s resolve was shaken a bit at the sheer magnitude of the things she could be called to do, but she still knew that she wanted him. She always wanted Val now. And, despite how much she wanted to deny it, the idea of Val fucking her with whips and restraints made her wet even now.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Don’t just tell me yes.” He leaned down, putting his face only a few inches from hers. He teased her with his plump lips and sweet breath, knowing she wouldn’t dare lean forward and kiss despite how much she wanted to. “Tell me you’re absolutely sure you wish to become my slave. This is your one, big decision. After this, there is no going back. If you agree to this, you are mine. Your body is mine, your mind is mine, your whole life is mine. Are you sure?”

  Serena wavered, suddenly unsure now that it had come down to this ultimatum. She imagined all the scenarios he had mentioned before. Her on her knees, sucking a stranger’s cock just because Val had ordered her to. Her spread across the bed being whipped with the black lea
ther whip on the wall, totally helpless and open to him. Her restrained from the hook on the ceiling, blindfolded and being fucked from behind.

  Instantly, she knew the answer. Of course she trusted him, of course she did. She trusted him beyond everything. It wasn’t about the money anymore, was it? It was all about Val and the things he was able to do to her. The way he could bring out her dark, secret side with just a smolder from his green eyes or a crack of his whip.

  There was no choice. She was his. Totally his.

  “I’m sure, Sir,” she whispered.

  He smiled.

  “Good,” he said, pulling away and grabbing the glasses. He poured them each a drink. “Let’s drink to it then, Serena. Let’s make your slavery official.”

  He handed her a glass and drank his in one swift swig. Serena paused, the edge of her glass freezing only a moment away from her lips. Val noticed and a storm cloud passed over his expression.

  “What’s wrong, Serena?” asked Val coolly.

  “I don’t drink, Sir,” Serena said softly.

  Val smirked. Before she knew what was happening, he reached down and grabbed her by her hair, pulling her to him. She fell to her knees before him, totally submissive and at her master’s mercy, her heart racing as he snatched the glass from her hand. He yanked her hair so that her face was brought up to his, then put the glass to her lips.

  “Now you do. Drink, Serena,” he ordered coldly.

  Serena gladly obeyed, drinking every last drop until there was nothing left in the glass but the ice cubes clicking against her teeth. Val set the glass down with a sharp thud on the table.

  “Good, Serena. Your slavery starts now.”

  *****

  Val unceremoniously released her, leaving Serena to fall to her knees again, clutching at the sore spot on her head where he had yanked her hair. She could feel herself growing wet.

  “Of course, Serena, you realize your disobedience infuriates me.” She watched with wide eyes as Val crossed the room and threw open the wardrobe’s doors again. “I’m going to have to discipline you now. And not something soft and simple like we did with the spanking. You’re not a child, you’re a disobedient whore who needs to learn her lesson.”

  Serena swallowed hard.

  Val sifted through the clothes in the wardrobe, stopping at one outfit and considering it for a moment. He pulled it out and threw it on the bed.

  “I’m going to leave for a few moments to take care of some business,” Val said, his voice icy. “When I come back, you will be wearing this, and you will be standing with your hands behind your back, ready for me to punish you. Do you understand, Serena?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her whole body tingling.

  Val marched toward her and grabbed her hair, forcing her to him. Serena gasped at his strong grip, and he grabbed her face. He wrenched it towards his own, his nose nearly touching hers, his mouth tantalizingly close.

  “Speak loud enough that I can hear you,” he ordered. One of his hands reached for her chest and he pinched her nipple sharply through her dress. She instinctively jerked away, and in answer he twisted as punishment. She squeezed her eyes shut, stifling another moan.

  “Look at you,” Val mocked. “Look at what a whore you are. This is all you are, isn’t it? A fucking whore for me to use and fuck as I see fit. Isn’t that right?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she gasped.

  “Say it.”

  “I’m a whore. I’m a whore for you to fuck.”

  “So don’t disobey me again, Serena. You’re my slave.” He released her again and marched out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Serena panted where she stood in the middle of the room, her heart racing and her panties soaked.

  Jesus.

  She turned to the outfit he had thrown on the bed and walked to it on shaky legs. Her breath caught in her throat when she lifted it up to inspect it. It was a pale pink lingerie set—lace garters and stockings, a gauzy negligee, and thin satin panties. They were so different from the other fantasy outfits that had been in the wardrobe that at first Serena wondered if it was a mistake. But when she tried it on, she instantly saw the appeal.

  Serena admired her reflection in the mirror, twisted to see her perky breasts in the negligee and her shapely ass in the panties. She had never felt so sexy.

  Val returned after a few moments, slipping inside and locking the door with the same heavy thud. When he turned to her, his eyes widened. He took in the sight of Serena in her lingerie, and he seemed almost frozen in place. Serena’s heart fluttered. She had never felt so desired, either.

  The star struck look disappeared instantly when Val remembered why he was there.

  “So,” Val said, striding forward. “Your punishment.”

  She watched as Val pulled out something large and leather from the drawer in the corner. He slammed the drawer shut, making her jump, and began to march towards her. In his hand was a leather strap tightly wound around his fist. Her pussy began throbbing at the sight of it.

  “Go bend yourself over the bed. We’re going to start your discipline now.”

  Serena obeyed, her hands shaking, and laid across the bed, putting her hands down on the sheets. Val’s huge form approached, and his strong hands ripped her wrists away from the bed and put them behind her back.

  “Hold them there,” he growled. “Every time you slip, you’re going to be punished again. Do you hear me?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she mumbled into the pillow her face was buried in. She felt him pull back his hand, and the first slap from the leather belt hit her hard on the ass. She bit down on the pillow to muffle her cry. Val spanked her again, and then again one more time. The letter bit into her skin.

  One of his hands grabbed her ass. “Look how wet you’re getting,” he chided. “This isn’t supposed to be about your pleasure, Serena, it’s meant to be discipline. But I see you’re such a filthy slut that we’re going to have to try something else.”

  Val ran one finger up her pussy, making her squirm until Val gave her another punishment slap on the ass.

  “We haven’t tried this yet,” he said with a new tone in his voice. Val’s hands spread her ass, and one finger pressed against her, making her shudder under him. She hadn’t known Val was into anal. Losing her vanilla virginity was one thing, but she hadn’t considered anal play.

  “Yes,” said Val, “I think that will do nicely, won’t it? I think we’ve figured out the best punishment for you.”

  Val stood up, releasing her, but Serena stayed in her position on the bed, not sure she was allowed to move. She lifted her head, watching Val walk to the shelves of toys, slowly considering each one. Her heart beat a bit faster. Was she really ready for this? But then again, she was a slave. She couldn’t say no. She was totally at her master’s mercy.

  The throbbing in her pussy became stronger at the thought.

  “Sit up, Serena,” he ordered, keeping his back to her as he gathered his tools. “We’re going to get you ready first.”

  Serena straightened herself up, trying desperately to catch her breath. She wiped the sweat from her brow, watching eagerly as Val turned to her. His arms were full. The thought of Val using each and every one of the tools on her made her passion flame up again, unable to control herself.

  Val caught sight of Serena’s lustful gaze and smirked.

  “Get on the floor, Serena. Get on your knees. We’re going to use that pretty little mouth before I shut it.”

  Serena obeyed, dropping to her knees before him. Val tossed the tools on the bed, then ran an appreciative hand across her hair. “Take my cock out,” he ordered.

  Serena’s trembling hands reached forward, carefully unzipping his pants and reaching for his cock. The size of it always shocked her, and for a moment, she worried about whether it would fit when he finally claimed her. He was already hard as stone. When Serena leaned forward to suck the head, she was surprised by Val’s hands grabbing the back of her head. He pulled her head forward, p
lunging his cock deep into her throat, and held her there for a few moments. When he released her, she fell back, panting for air.

  “Get used to this, Serena,” he said, pulling her head back to him and fucking her throat, holding her down on his cock. “Because in a few minutes, you’re going to have to put those cock sucking skills to good use.”

  When he pushed her away again and she could catch her breath, he turned away from her. She wiped her mouth, watching him grab a bronze vibrator. She wondered if he was going to fuck her with it, and the thought made her suck her bottom lip lustfully. Val turned and saw her.

  “You’re such a whore,” he growled, grabbing her neck. “We’re going to have to fix that. You don’t get to enjoy this. This is a punishment, do you understand?” He grabbed her chin and brought her face close to his. “Since you’re being so disobedient, we’re going to have to tie you up a bit further.”

  Val turned to the dresser again, digging in the drawer. He pulled out another long lace handkerchief and returned to Serena. Grabbing her hair, he tied the lace around her eyes so thoroughly that she couldn’t see anything but black. Val left for a moment, and then Serena felt a slap on her ass.

  “There we go,” he said. “Now we can really get started.”

  For a moment, she couldn’t tell what was happening, but then she felt something cold and metal press against her lips.

  “Open your mouth,” he commanded. “Take this as far as you can, and suck on it. Keep it in your mouth, or I’m going to have to punish you even harder than I’m about to.”

  She took the vibrator in her mouth and held on to it, sucking as much as she could without losing it. Being blind was more arousing than she had ever imagined. Now she was truly totally at Val’s mercy—he could do anything to her, anything at all, and she would have no warning.

  There was the sound of clinking metal and the squeak of a bottle lid being screwed off. Val’s form moved behind her, then lifted her up from the floor and set her over the bed. He grabbed her legs, pulling them apart and placing her ass up and open for him. She heard him growl a groan and buried her face against the blankets, afraid she would moan back and be punished.