Free Temptation: a billionaire erotic romance by Christine Elliott Page A

inside and the pleasure made her legs as unstable as jelly.
    Val’s eyes blazed.  “Did I say you could move, Serena?”
    “I—I’m—I … oh ! … I’m s-sorry, Sir!” she gasped.
    Val pressed the button again, and Serena nearly collapsed.
    “Yes,” Val said, his evil grin spilling over his face.  “I think this will do nicely.”  He turned around, returning to the wardrobe again.  Serena panted, trying to catch her breath as she watched him pull out a dress.  Val leaned down to the drawers at the bottom and brought out something else: a pair of tall, classy black pumps.  Serena nearly whimpered.
    “Put these on,” Val said, tossing the shoes at her.  Serena leapt forward, catching them as best she could with her still weak legs.  “And quick, they’ll be here soon.”
    Serena slipped the heels on, worried about their height.  She looked like a stripper, she realized, wearing thick pumps, lace panties, and nothing to cover her bare, bouncing breasts.
    “Now walk,” said Val.  Serena took a few tentative steps.  The first were nearly impossible, wobbly and unstable, and she thought she’d twist her ankle and die.  But after a few moments, she got the hang of it, slowly becoming more comfortable.
    I’m doing it! she thought.  This is sort of easy, I have no idea why I was worried that—
    The vibrator switched on,
    “WALK,” Val commanded, his voice stern and holding the threat of another whipping if she didn’t obey immediately.
    Serena scrambled up, grabbing the bedpost for support.  The vibrator was absolutely pounding her pussy, mercilessly rocking her into the kind of submission only Val could bring about.  She winced, trying to find her balance again, and took another step.  Then another.  It was impossible, but she forced herself to do it, fighting back against her melting legs.
    Each one was harder than the last—moving her legs shifted the vibrator in new, tantalizing ways.  Her panties were riding up against her clit, and with the chastity belt locked, there was nothing she could do.  Every step forced her closer to cumming, and though she fought it off, her whole body was trembling and she couldn’t help but moan.  It was sweet torture.
    “Fuck, you’re hopeless,” Val said with relish.  “I hope you get the hang of it quick, darling, because if you don’t, you’re going to embarrass yourself terribly at this dinner.”
    Darling .  He hadn’t called her darling in so long.  She must really be turning him on.  Oh God, that just made her hotter and her torture even more unbearable.  Serena bit her lip harder, wishing Val would just throw her on the bed and fuck her already.  Though she knew he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.
    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