Page 6 of Twelve Days of Temptation (Temptation 1)
Why would I do that?
Because you want to please me. And you will. Tonight. Open the last box, Kate.
Kate did, and her eyes rounded. Two silver Ben Wa balls were laid out in a box pretty enough to have held jewelry. They were attached to each other by a short string. A small silver remote control was in the box next to them.
I have no idea what to do with those.
That’s okay, we’ll learn together.
You don’t know either?
There was a pause before he texted: I meant I’ll teach you.
Kate knew she should be creeped out by receiving such an intimate object from a man who claimed to be an elf. However, she wasn’t. In fact, for some reason she couldn’t understand, she was beginning to trust him.
Okay.
Take off whatever you’re wearing and insert them.
Right now?
Yes.
I feel like I should wash them first.
Okay, go wash them, then insert them.
Kate did. They were cold at first, but not in an unpleasant way. She clenched her vaginal muscles around them, at first afraid they would fall out. They’re in.
Now put on the jeans.
With them inside me?
Yes. Don’t take them out until I tell you to.
Kate put her undies back on, then pulled on the jeans. They fit snuggly, removing her worry that a ball would drop to the floor. The jeans fit perfectly.
I don’t care about the jeans. How do the balls feel?
They’re interesting.
I think it gets better when you start to walk around with them.
You think?
Walk around, Kate.
Kate took a lap around her couch and had to admit the balls’ movement inside her excited her. Not orgasm hot, but a warmth that spread through her. She texted: I heard these are good for a woman’s health, too.
Stop thinking, Kate. Go get the remote. Turn it on.
Kate turned the dial all the way and gasped. Whoa, that’s too high. She lowered the vibration. I can see why people like this.
Tell me how it feels.
Kate hesitated, then texted: It’s amazing. I can feel myself getting wet. I had no idea it would feel that good.
That’s your G-spot, Kate.
I like it.
Good. But don’t like it too much. You can’t come until I tell you to.
You can’t tell me what to do. I don’t even know you.
I’m already telling you. And you’re doing it. You know why? Because I will get you the mind-blowing fuck you’ve always wanted. But only after you follow my rules. For the next nine days.
I will? She thought about what little else she had to look forward to and texted: Okay.
Then leave the balls in, Kate. Every hour, I want you to turn them on for five minutes. Then turn them off. But don’t remove them. Tonight, go to Grady’s Bar at nine and keep them in. Wear those jeans on your perfect little ass, and spray your neck with what’s in that bottle. Don’t leave until you have the phone number of a man you find attractive. That’s the man you’ll picture when you return home and I finally let you come. That’s the face you’ll see when you stroke yourself tonight.
Will you be there?
No. This isn’t about me, Kate. It’s about you. The bath was only disappointing because you let it be. You should have had your fingers pumping in and out of yourself while imagining someone fucking you. Try it again tomorrow, and picture the man you meet tonight. But nothing happens between you and him unless I say so. Understood, Kate? You’re mine. Not his. Only fuck him if I tell you to.
The game was suddenly felt very real, and Kate had a rush of doubt. This is crazy. I can’t do this. I don’t like bars. I don’t like crowds.
Kate?
I can’t do this.
Yes, you can.
You don’t understand. I can’t just walk into a bar and get a guy’s number. I get nervous around people I don’t know. I never know what to say.
Kate. You are a beautiful woman. You could say nothing and get someone’s number.
I think I’m going to throw up.
Even that wouldn’t stop a guy from giving you his number, Kate. But you’re not going to throw up. Get the remote. Keep turning the dial up until you stop thinking. A really good fuck starts in your head, Kate. Your head. You need to learn to turn off the noise. When you do, nothing will make you nervous.
Kate did just that, and a warm heat spread through her stomach. Soon the intensity of the stimulation had her gripping the side of the couch. If she kept it up, she knew she would come right then and there. She thought about what he’d said and turned them off. She could wait.
Do you have a name? I can’t keep thinking of you as an elf. It’s not very sexy.
You can call me Master.
Kate chuckled. That’s not going to happen.
You might like it. Try it.
Good-bye, Mr. Elf.
Until tonight, Kate. Don’t forget. Turn the balls on for five minutes every hour. And don’t take them out.
Kate didn’t answer. She didn’t have to. They both knew she was his to command. At least, for nine more days.
***
Brock changed his shirt three times as he cursed himself for not getting a haircut that week. It was eight thirty and he was a wreck. He faced himself in the mirror.
Calm the fuck down.
He needed to get his ass over to Grady’s before Kate arrived. He’d sent her to a bar he knew would be full of tattooed, drunk rednecks. If all went as planned, he would be an island of familiarity in an ocean of otherwise scary choices, and she would beeline it to him.
He didn’t want it to seem like he was expecting her, nor did he want to look like he didn’t belong there. He needed just the right outfit. He changed back into a light-blue button-down cotton shirt and jeans.
He sped over to Grady’s and rushed to order a beer as soon as he arrived. He’d barely planted himself on a stool at the bar when Kate walked in. A silence fell over the normally rowdy crowd as all turned to look at her.
She stood transfixed at the door with her eyes opened wide, looking like she was about to bolt. She scanned the crowd quickly, passing over Brock. Then her head snapped back around as she recognized him.
He raised his beer to her.
A relieved smile spread across her face, and she stepped into the bar. As she walked toward him, a delightful pink lit her cheeks, and Brock wanted to haul her out of there and into his bed. His cock throbbed with the same desire.
She stood beside Brock’s chair and looked up at him so shyly he almost felt guilty for being the reason she was there. “Hi,” she said softly.
“Hi, Kate. You look amazing.”
She blushed and looked away. “Thanks. Do you mind if I . . . I mean . . . if you’re with someone I don’t want to . . .”
Brock pulled an extra stool over. “Have a seat. I’m here alone.” She sat on the stool carefully, and Brock hid a smile. She still has them in. Good.
“Me, too,” she said simply, clasping her hands in her lap.
“Want a beer?”
“I don’t drink beer. I’ll take a white wine, though.”
Brock ordered it for her, and she sipped it quietly beside him. To make sure there was no misunderstanding, Brock said, “I’m not dating anyone, Kate.”
She smiled as she took another sip of wine but didn’t meet his eyes. “I’m not either.”
Loud country music started playing in the background. Brock moved closer so she could hear him. “Do you want to dance?”
“Here?” She looked around in surprise. “No one is dancing.”
“Someone has to start,” he said as if he’d done it before. He took her hand and led her to an area of the bar that was more open. He would have pulled her closer, but he didn’t think she was ready for his raging hard-on. Not yet.
As they moved together with the music, he watched her face. She was flushed, and her eyes sho
ne with an excitement he wasn’t sure had to do with him or with the movement of those balls inside her. He wondered if she was as wet as he was hard. God, I could fuck her right here, right now. And not care who’s watching.
She looked up and met his eyes. “I thought your eyes were green, but now they look blue.”
“They’re somewhere in between,” he said, hoping he didn’t come right there while explaining his eye color to her. “They tend to look the color of the shirt I wear.”
