Page 10 of Twelve Days of Temptation (Temptation 1)
I’m so close.
“Are you okay, Kate? You look flushed.” He was watching her closely. She told herself he couldn’t know what she was doing.
“I’m fine,” she said. Just so fucking close. “Just fighting a cold.”
“That’s common this time of year. I hope you feel better.”
I will, she thought, in about thirty more seconds. “I will. Tell me about this site. How long will you be working here?”
He started speaking, but she couldn’t hear him. She held his eyes and gave herself over to the second mind-shattering orgasm she’d experienced in her life. It rose up within her, rocking through her, and she had to bite down on her lip to stop from crying out from the pleasure of it.
“How about you? How do you like being home?” he asked.
“Oh, it’s good. It’s so, so, so good,” she said and finished with a shudder.
He looked like he was holding himself back from saying something. She’d never seen that particular expression on his face before. There was a hunger there, something primal and excitingly dangerous. It was as if he knew what she’d been doing. But he couldn’t. If he had, he would have said something. Done something to betray that he knew.
Like have a bulging erection?
Kate removed her hand from her skirt and searched his face. He looked like he wanted her, but he wasn’t acting on it. No, he couldn’t know what she’d done.
She’d expected her euphoria to ebb after her climax, but as she sat there across from Brock, she felt the urge to strip naked and offer herself to him. She wanted to take him in her mouth, tasting him while he thrust himself inside her again and again. These balls are making me nuts. Their continued vibration within her was almost more than she could take.
I don’t even know who Mr. Elf is. Why shouldn’t I take what I want? Why let him decide anything for me?
He’d promised, however, that things would get even better for her. What if they could? Could they get better than this? It was worth waiting to find out. Kate stood and said, “I have to go, Brock. I just came by to say it was nice to see you last night.” She walked around his desk and planted a kiss on his cheek. She didn’t look at him while she did. She couldn’t. The hardest thing she’d ever done was walk away from him.
“Kate,” he said just before she walked out the door.
She turned and looked at him. If he asked her to bend over for him right then, she knew she would. She wasn’t strong enough to deny him. “Yes?”
“Come by to see me anytime,” he said. His cheeks were as flushed as hers.
“I will,” Kate said, barely above a whisper, and bolted for her car.
***
Some days fly by. Others drag on. For Brock, the rest of that day passed excruciating slowly, and trying to concentrate on anything after Kate’s visit was an exercise in futility.
He still couldn’t believe he’d been able to keep his hands off her as she played with herself in front of him. It had been sheer torture, but the kind that was too good to stop. At one point their eyes had met, and he’d known that, with the slightest encouragement from him, the two of them would have been ripping each other’s clothing off and fucking on his desk. Or his office floor. Just thinking about it gave him another painful ache in his balls. Luckily, as far as he knew, no man had died from such a condition.
As much as he’d seen desire in her eyes, he’d also watched her fight it. She’d held herself back because he’d told her to—well, the elf in him had. That insight was a powerful turn-on. What else would she do if he commanded her to?
He reminded himself to be patient. He could have his fun and the prize if he played this right. When she’d given him that final kiss on his cheek, the scent of her orgasm had been on her. It lingered in his office—or was it just that he wanted her so badly he couldn’t get that heady scent out of his head? He should have told her to shake hands with him. Or better, to have somehow run a finger over his lips, dipped one in his mouth.
No, that would have been too obvious.
Brock groaned as the crotch of his pants became uncomfortably tight again. He sent off a final email for the day, closed up his office, and left without saying good-bye to his sister. She would have taken one look at his face and known he was hiding something. He didn’t keep many secrets from her, but nothing—nothing—was going to come between him and the game he and Kate were playing.
He was home in record time and naked in his own bed shortly after that. He had told himself he wouldn’t contact her until seven. The wait was killing him. He spent the intervening time reading an erotic novella and jerking off.
He hadn’t masturbated so much since he’d first discovered the joys of his own hand and lotion. He remembered using so many tissues when he was fifteen that his mother had taken him to an allergist. He and the male doctor had exchanged a funny look when his mother had explained the reason for their visit. He’d sent a pleading look that had been read and understood: Just go with it, dude.
To his mother’s amazement, the allergy tests had come back negative. She’d spoken to his father about it and then never mentioned it again. He hadn’t been able to look her in the eye for weeks after that.
One perk of becoming an independent adult is the freedom to masturbate in every room of your own apartment. More kids might move out early if more parents stressed that. I would have.
According to his married friends, that freedom was short-lived after vows were exchanged. A wife and kids brought otherwise bold men back to jerking off in their showers. Another reason to enjoy himself while he had the chance.
He picked up his prepaid phone and texted: Were you good or bad today, Kate?
I was very bad.
That’s good. Did you do as I told you?
Yes, I did.
Tell me about it. Tell me every last detail of it. Brock had taken the edge off with two orgasms, thanks to the hot scenes in the novella, and he was glad he had. It allowed him to leisurely stroke himself while he read her description of what she’d done in his office earlier. Her description was mostly fact, which only made his plans for that evening with her more exciting.
Did you fuck him?
No. You told me not to.
Good girl. No punishment tonight. All reward. Did you get my gifts?
Yes. I have them with me right now.
Where are you?
I’m sitting on my bed with both boxes next to me.
Are you naked?
No.
You should always be naked when you talk to me. Get undressed, Kate.
I’m naked now, but it’s cold so I put a blanket over me.
Brock laughed. You’re so honest, Kate. I like that about you. I want you to be comfortable tonight. Open the small box first.
Call Me Hot. Is this porn?
Yes, but the reviews say women like this one more than most.
You bought it based on the reviews?
Kate, does the television in your bedroom take DVDs?
Yes.
Go put it in.
Are there men in this video?
Go open the second box.
I’m not into other women.
I don’t care. Open the box.
Hey, this is what I thought you’d give me on the first day.
I’m glad you like it. You can also use it underwater.
Like in a bath?
Yes, but not tonight. Tonight I want to watch a movie with you.
I may not be coordinated enough for this. I was never good with typing with my left hand.
I did say I’d give you a reward. If you put the phone beside you on the bed I’ll whisper in your ear.
Not afraid I’ll recognize your voice?
It’s worth the risk to hear you come again. Plus, tonight is a lesson that requires an instructor. Do you still have the Ben Wa balls in?
