Page 14 of Twelve Days of Temptation (Temptation 1)
Did you tease him?
I started to. I mean, there I was, crying my eyes out over my fucking ex-husband and loving that I could feel Brock’s cock grow every time I rubbed myself against it. I don’t know if I was doing it for you, for me, or for him. It was fucking crazy.
Were you thinking about me when you were with him?
Yes. No. Not the way that sounds. I hate that I have you. I hate that I like what we’re doing.
Stand up. Get undressed. Now.
No.
I love it when you say no because it makes your yes that much sweeter later. You didn’t text me. You tried to ruin my game by telling Brock to stay away from you. You need to be punished, Kate. You need to remember how this game is played. Right now you’re getting wet just thinking about what I could have planned. Why fight it, Kate? I’m waiting. The longer you make me wait, the worse your punishment will be.
Kate stood. She unbuttoned her jeans and stepped out of them. She brought her shirt up over her head and threw it to the floor. There was something freeing about throwing her bra and panties across the room.
I’m naked.
Good. Now, go find your computer, Kate. Take it to your bathroom. Put it on a table at an angle that allows me to see you in the tub. Remember the waterproof toy I sent you? Take that, too.
I’m not going to video anything I do with you.
Yes, you are. You don’t have to show your face, but you will set your computer up so I can see you. So I can see everything.
There is no way I’d do that.
Kate, you don’t have a choice. You’ve been a bad girl. Go set everything up. Invite this address to video chat with you. You won’t see me, but you’ll be able to hear me, and I’ll tell you what to do next.
Although it was far outside anything she would normally do, Kate set her bathroom up just as Mr. Elf had instructed. Each step got her more and more excited. When she knew he could hear her, she said, “Should I fill the tub?”
“No,” he answered in a voice that sounded computer generated.
“I like your new voice.”
“I don’t care what you like, Kate. Get in the tub.”
“Now, without water?”
“Yes, I want you on that cold tub, with your legs spread wide open. Make sure I can see everything. But not your face. I don’t care about your face.”
Kate climbed into the tub and adjusted her computer. She felt cold and awkward, but she did as she was told. Her hand went instantly to her sex and started stroking it.
“Did I say you could touch yourself, Kate?”
She stopped.
“Good,” he said. “I want you to think about Brock.”
She shook her head.
“Kate, you’re not being a good girl for me. Turn on the cold water. As cold as you can get it.”
She did.
“Put your pussy right under that water.”
Kate did and gasped. It was uncomfortably cold and yet exciting at the same time.
“That’s enough,” he said. “Now, turn it off, and don’t say no to me again. Do you understand, Kate? I don’t like the word no.”
“I understand,” Kate whispered.
“Good. Use the vibrator, Kate, and while you do I want you to describe what it would be like to fuck Brock.”
Kate turned the vibrator on and laid it against her already excited clit. “He’s strong. So strong. He can pick me up easily. His cock is huge. I felt it so many times today. I wanted to touch it, taste it. When he was kissing me and my legs were around him, I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted him to hold me there and fuck me until I couldn’t think anymore.”
“Did you tell him that?”
“No.”
“Good, make him work for it.”
“I’m not going to see him again.”
“You shouldn’t have said that, Kate. Turn the vibrator off.”
She did.
“Tell, me, Kate. Would you fuck Brock if I told you to?”
Kate wanted to say yes to please him, but she whispered, “No.” She liked Brock. The idea of him becoming more involved in their game made her uncomfortable.
“I know how to change your mind. Get out of the tub. That’s it. Use your hand to stroke yourself. It’s good, isn’t it? But not as good as your toy. But you don’t deserve the toy, Kate. Not when you say no to me. Stick a finger inside yourself. Pump it. In and out. Yes. Just like that. Now another finger. It’s not enough is it? You want more? Go ahead. Pick up the vibrator, but don’t turn it on. Put it all the way in. Deeper. Now pull it out. It’s all nice and wet from you. Rub it back and forth down you like I would do if I were there. Good. Now ram it in deep. Again. Again. Don’t turn it on. You don’t deserve that pleasure tonight, do you? Not yet. Keep pumping that vibrator in and out. Each time it enters you I want you to imagine that’s Brock’s cock. It feels good, doesn’t it? You want more, don’t you? You want to turn on your toy, but you can’t. Not yet. First you have to apologize for not texting me earlier.”
Writhing back and forth while seated on the edge of the tub, Kate whimpered, “I’m sorry.”
“Master. Call me Master.”
“Master.”
“Good. Now you can turn on your toy.”
Kate did and, because she was already so excited, she found the intense pleasure it sent through her almost painful. She tilted the vibrator so it connected with her most sensitive inner spot. She leaned back and alternated thrusting it deep into her with rubbing it against her clit. “I’m close.”
“When you come, Kate, I want you to call out Brock’s name.”
“You’re a sick bastard.”
“Do it, Kate, or turn off your toy. Your choice.”
Kate sobbed as an orgasm began to sweep through her. She wanted to deny him, but she craved release like a suffocating person craves air. As wave after wave of pleasure rocked her body, she cried out, “Brock. Fuck me, Brock. Fuck me.”
She came back down to earth and dropped her toy on the floor in front of her. She turned the computer so it faced the wall. “How many days do we have left of your little game?”
“Seven,” he answered.
“After that, I don’t want to do this anymore. Do you understand? We’re done after that.”
“Your choice, Kate. Like everything else we do, it’s always your choice.”
Kate slammed the laptop closed.
The phone vibrated beside it.
Take a hot bath now, Kate. You earned it.
She didn’t answer him, but she filled the tub with hot water, added some bath soaps to create a mountain of bubbles, and turned on the soothing music he’d sent her. Like any addiction, being with Mr. Elf was beginning to leave her feeling better and worse at the same time.
Chapter Ten
The next morning, Kate wasn’t surprised to find the usual gold-wrapped gift tied with a red velvet ribbon on her doorstep. She was, however, surprised she didn’t have the urge to open it. She took it into the house and, instead of ripping it open, placed it on her kitchen counter and walked away.
Signing her divorce papers had sent her into a tailspin the day before. In letting go, she’d been forced to remember why she’d left her husband, and it hadn’t been just his infidelity. No, she had left because of how he’d looked at her when she’d confronted him about the other women. He didn’t care he had hurt her. He didn’t care he’d lied to her. Her feelings were not important to him, not as important as the inconvenience of her anger.
It had been during that bout of anger that Wayne had said hateful, hurtful things to Kate. He’d blamed her for everything, saying her lack of skill in the bedroom had driven him to cheat. She had told him he was wrong, but part of her had believed him. She now realized being with Mr. Elf was about proving Wayne wrong.
She couldn’t say she hadn’t enjoyed Mr. Elf. Each day had been more exciting than the last. She’d been looking forward to discovering where else he could take her.
Somet
hing changed, though, when his game started involving Brock. Kate knew how it felt to be treated callously by someone who didn’t care if he hurt her. She couldn’t do that to Brock.
Did that mean her time with Mr. Elf was over? She didn’t know, but she did know they were not moving forward until she spoke to him about it.
