“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.
“Thank … thank you, S-sir,” she gasped.
“Beg me to cum in you,” he commanded, his pounding picking up speed. “Tell me what a little cumslut you are.”
“I’m a slut,” she said, barely able to hold herself up anymore. “I’m a whore you needs you to use me. I need you to cum in me, Sir, I need you to hurt me like I deserve.”
Val’s hips bucked against her as he came. His fingers dug into her hips, leaving such sharp marks Serena was sure they would be bruised for weeks. He came inside her, rocking her almost as hard as her own orgasm.
When he pulled out, she was almost completely worn, barely able to hold herself up.
Val returned to her front, holding his cock in his hand. “Clean me off, Serena,” he ordered, unlocking her front restraints so that she could lift herself up. She rubbed her red wrists, her innocent eyes looking up at him.
“Make sure you suck it all off,” he ordered, “or there will be an even bigger punishment for you later.”
Serena eagerly leaned forward, cleaning him with her tongue. His cock tasted salty and warm, some of her juices still clinging to it with the cum. He leaned forward to allow her to take him completely in her mouth. She sucked him like a lollipop until there was not a drop left on him.
“Good,” he said in a rough voice. He tucked his cock back into his trousers. “Maybe if you keep being so good, I’ll reward you with a nice fucking later. Would you like that, Serena?”
“Yes, Sir,” she moaned, still recovering from the last one.
They may have kept on as well, if it wasn’t for the dull sound of something huge in the garden. Val’s glazed eyes immediately disappeared, replaced by alert, sharp ones.
Val rushed to the window, ripping away the heavy curtains so that he could see into the garden. The sounds of screams and rushing crowds greeted them, and Serena was snapped out of her post-fucked reverie. Her head snapped up.
“Fuck,” said Val.
Serena was about to ask what had happened, but she was immediately answered when the second explosion tore through the garden with a burst of light and a boom. The mansion erupted into screams, shaking to its foundation, and for a moment, Serena could only think one thing:
It’s happening.
*****
“Shit!” Val cried, throwing the curtains shut. “Shit, shit, shit.” He ran to the wardrobe and tore it open, throwing out clothing and toys as he dug through it. Serena watched with wide eyes, scrambling up and pulling at the foot restraints.
“Val, what is it?” she cried, no longer bothering with the Sirs or submission. Something more important was happening, and she was sure she knew what it was. How could she have been so stupid, letting Val seduce her when she knew something must have been going on? God, she shouldn’t have let Jacques convince her to keep silent. Who knows what was happening now thanks to her thoughtlessness?
Val tore out a drawer, grabbing from inside it a key. He tossed it at Serena. “Unlock yourself and find Ellen. Go to the bunker, she’ll know where it is. And do not follow me!”
Val ran out the room, leaving Serena alone on her place on the floor. She stared after him, disbelieving. Then she threw her hands up in frustration and slammed a fist to the floor.
Val really thought she was going to just run off and stay put like a good little girl? After she had spent the entire night trying to warn him? Really?
Well fuck that, she thought.
Serena grabbed the key from where it lay on the floor beside her and began unlocking the restraints. The yells and sounds of chaos from outside were growing louder, and every moment her heart was beating faster. She released her first leg, desperately working the lock with the key and her trembling fingers. The second was harder. Her shaking fingers fumbled with the lock, unable to release it, keeping her fixed to the floor.
“Oh for God’s sake,” she screeched, jerking at it as if she could rip it from the floor. The cries were getting louder. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears. She pulled at the restraints again, shoving the key into the lock. After a few moments of struggle, she finally heard the click, and the restraints released.
She fell back onto her ass and threw her arms back to catch herself. She caught her breath. Thank God.
Another loud crash woke her from her momentary rest, and Serena looked to the open door, where she could already hear thunderous steps coming towards her. She threw herself up, grabbing the bedpost for support, and ran to the wardrobe. A delicate cotton day dress was at the bottom, and she threw it on as fast as she could, every moment more urgent than the last.
She turned to the mirror, glancing over her now dressed reflection, making sure she was decent. The last thing she needed to do was run into a panicked crowd in
lingerie. She dug through the drawers of the vanity, searching for the phone. She checked that it was still working, then slipped it into her bra for safekeeping. She glanced one more time into the mirror to make sure she was ready to force her way into the crowd.
Val. She had to find Val.
“Ms. Nicoletti?”
Serena turned to the open door to see a frazzled, hectic Ellen gripping the doorknob.
“Ellen,” she breathed, her heart racing. “Ellen, please, I don’t understand. What happened?”
“No time,” she said, storming in. She grabbed Serena by the wrist and began dragging her out the door, as strong and unstoppable as a hurricane. Serena turned red as Ellen hurried her away, realizing how ridiculous she must look, out of sorts because of her inability to open a simple restraint lock. The shade of red grew deeper as she realized how she must have seemed, restrained to the floor of a BDSM themed bedroom.
Ellen didn’t seem to mind, though, completely mentally away from the room and fixed on the emergency at hand.
“We need to get you somewhere safe,” she said, leading her with thunderous footsteps down the hallway. “God, I should have known this would have happened. I should have known something would happen with them here. And yet Val doesn’t listen, he never listens. He should have known with them here!”
“Who?”
“Val’s two associates,” she spat.
“You mean Spencer and Edwards?”
Ellen paused, looking back at her incredulously. She momentarily paused her march down the hallway, causing Serena to stumble from the abrupt stop.
“You know them? He’s told you about them?”
“Yes, of course,” said Serena, “they were at the dinner, don’t you remember? The dinner where—” She immediately cut herself off, a moment away from saying ‘the dinner where Val used the vibrator on me.’ “The dinner where they said something about Harlow. They threatened Val.”
“Oh, I remember,” she sneered. She began her march again, her steps faster, now powered by some new hatred. The loving, sweet Ellen she had known for the last few weeks had disappeared, replaced by a furious, unstoppable force of nature. “God, how I hate having them here. And now … this. They threatened him at that dinner, and he didn’t pay attention because he’s stupid, arrogant Valentine.”
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