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

loud.”
    “I deserve this punishment, Sir,” she moaned with the little breath she could muster, nearly about to pass out.
    “Good.  Now,” said Val with a clap of his hands, “I’ll leave you to get dressed.”  He tucked the control to the vibrator and the key to the belt into his suit pocket, patting them reverently.  “Wear the black dress I gave you and be down by seven.  I’ll send Ellen to help you get dressed.  We’re going to have a lot of fun tonight, Serena.”
    He began to walk out, but then threw her a devilish grin over his shoulder. 
    “Or, at least, I will.”

*****

    “Are you ready, Ms. Nicoletti?”
    Serena turned to Ellen, smoothing down her skirts.  She hoped to God that Ellen couldn’t tell she was wearing the belt, and the skirt of her dress seemed to hide it well.  But still, she was paranoid.  She couldn’t help it, not with that remote control so snugly resting in Val’s pocket and her unable to stop it.
    It was terrifying, imaging her helplessly trying not to cum in the middle of Val’s important business dinner.  But it was also incredibly erotic.
    “Yes, Ellen.  Do I look alright?”
    “Lovely,” Ellen said with a warm smile, totally oblivious to the fact that a silver vibrator was resting inside Serena, threatening to go off at any moment.  “Mr. Marquette is waiting for you downstairs.”
    “Thanks, Ellen,” Serena said, breathless, as she took one last look in the mirror.  Here goes nothing.
    Serena descended the stairs, holding onto her skirts in a feeble attempt not to trip.  The gown Val had chosen for her had a massive skirt, made of rich silks and laces.  Her neck and ears dropped with the pull of her piles of sparkling jewelry, all of them made of diamonds and perfectly placed.  Ellen had done her hair earlier—she had piled it in curls on the top of her head, and fixed it with a pearl comb.  Serena felt like a princess, or maybe at least a very well kept trophy wife.
    Serena had even gotten used to the high pumps, though her knees trembled when she remembered that the vibrator could go off at any moment. 
    Serena found Val at the bottom of the stairs waiting for her by the doors to the reception room.  He was dressed in a tuxedo with a white tie, looking as dashing as Prince Charming.  Her heart fluttered a bit, comparing the sight of noble businessman Val with her memory of fierce Master Val.  They seemed like night and day to her.
    “Good evening, Serena,” he said in an easy voice.  “Are you ready for dinner.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “You’ll have to put away the Sirs for now,” he said, smoothing his sleeves.  “It’s not quite proper for dinner, especially with these men.  But I still expect you to be on your best behavior—if I find you doing something improper, trust me when I say we’ll make sure you learn your lesson tonight.  And don’t worry about putting away the Sirs.  I’ll make sure you make up for it later.”
    Shivers traveled down Serena’s spine.  Val called to someone on the other side, and slowly the heavy doors were opened by suited men on the other side.  Val held out his arm, and Serena put her hand on it.  Together, they walked out like a proper married couple rather than a master and his slave.
    Two men stood in the reception room, one of them tall, dark, and thin and the other short, ginger, and fat.  They turned to Serena and Val as they approached.  One murmured something to the other, and Serena became self-conscious again.  Could they see her belt under the dress? 
    Oh God, surely Val would love that.
    “Serena,” said Val, suddenly on his best behavior.  She turned to him, and he was completely different from the sexy master who had played with her earlier in the bedroom.  Now he was a proper, dashing businessman.  “These are my guests for the night.  Meet Mr. Spencer and Mr. Edwards.”
    Mr. Spencer, a dark haired man with pale skin and thin features, gave her a polite smile.  Mr.