Temptation: a billionaire erotic romance by Christine Elliott Page B

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