Page 8 of Twelve Days of Temptation (Temptation 1)
You’re bold when you text. I like this side of you.
Do you know another side?
I know of you.
In this town, that means you’ve heard nothing good.
You’re not who they say you are. You’re not even who you think you are.
Really? Then who am I?
You’re mine.
Do you know how crazy that sounds? How crazy I feel for doing anything you say when I don’t even know your real name? What am I doing?
You’re learning about yourself, Kate. Discovering what you like.
I know what I like.
Do you?
Well, I know what I don’t. And I’m not doing any of those things, even if you “punish” me.
You always have a choice, Kate. Don’t ever do anything you don’t want to, even to please me.
Naked, Kate crawled beneath the thick blanket atop her bed and turned off the light.
Doesn’t that go against the whole, You’re my Master and I’m your—whatever they call the women they boss around.
They call them subs. And I don’t live by anyone else’s rules, Kate. I make my own. Fantasy and sex are a powerful combination. I’m in control because you want me to be. This isn’t about what I want. This is about finding that perfect fuck for you.
Who are you? Do I know you? Are you even a man?
Kate, do you want my résumé or do you want that up-against-the-wall, mind-blowing orgasm you asked Santa for?
Kate didn’t answer. She knew what she wanted, but she wasn’t ready to tell him yet. She also wasn’t entirely sure she liked him giving her the option to say no. It made them partners in a game she was already confused by.
Turn on the balls, Kate.
She did and closed her eyes as her body shook with anticipation. She’d followed his instructions about turning them on for five minutes every hour that day. Her body knew the pleasure they could bring. She became wet and ready even at the lowest level of vibration.
Tell me about the man you met tonight.
You mean Brock?
I don’t give a shit about who he is. Tell me why you chose him.
Kate thought back to how she’d felt when she looked through the crowd and saw Brock. He’s good-looking. Tall. Muscular. Not like a man you’d see in a magazine, more like a regular build. But he has the most incredible eyes. You feel like you know him as soon as you look into them. When he smiles it’s with his whole face, and you can’t help but smile back at him.
That doesn’t sound hot.
I never used to think it was. I’ve known him for a long time and never thought of him that way.
But?
I don’t know. Maybe it’s these Ben Wa balls you have me using, but I almost went home with him. I wanted to see what’s under all that winter clothing. And I would have if I hadn’t promised you I wouldn’t. I don’t know what’s crazier—that I’m listening to you or suddenly ready to sleep with a man I’ve known half my life but don’t really know at all. I don’t do casual sex. The only man I’ve ever been with was my husband.
And me.
Kate rolled over onto her side and texted: I’m not actually with you. This isn’t real.
Isn’t it? It felt real when I shot my load to the sound of you coming.
You did?
Oh, yeah.
Depending on who you are, that’s either really nasty, or it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. This is so confusing. It doesn’t bother you that when I came I was thinking about Brock?
You think too much, Kate. Stop worrying about who I am and let yourself enjoy the next nine days.
What happens after that? Does this just end?
No, Kate. In nine days, you fuck ME.
Naked on top of the blankets of his own bed, Brock put the phone down beside him. Part of him couldn’t believe Kate had done everything he’d asked her to. Any man who was not keeping up on the way women were changing was missing out.
He reread their texts and told himself he’d have to be more careful. Kate wasn’t looking for the boy next door. She wanted a strong, domineering man who could awaken her sexually.
In the business world, Brock was not intimidated by competition, and his business was booming because he was fearlessly going after what he wanted. He didn’t take no for an answer; he took it as a challenge.
In the bedroom, he’d always taken a gentler approach. He’d grown up in a happy family where women were treated with respect, treasured. The more he spoke to Kate, both in person and via texts, the more he cared about her. He couldn’t turn that off just because he wanted to fuck her.
He downloaded a porn video onto his laptop, then compared it to the sex scenes in the hottest romance books selling online. Some of the men in the books were downright assholes to the women they slept with, and he admitted to himself he wasn’t into half of what they did.
He counted off the days he had left. He’d already arranged a delivery for tomorrow morning, but now he thought he needed to add something to the gift. He purchased it online and chose overnight delivery.
He picked up his prepaid phone again and texted: Tomorrow you will receive two gifts. Don’t open them until I contact you in the evening. Until then, you are not to remove the Ben Wa balls. Go anywhere you want, but turn the balls on for fifteen minutes every hour, no matter where you are or who you’re with.
And if I don’t?
What are you most afraid of, Kate? People looking at you? People judging you? Tomorrow you will only think about how much you can’t wait to come home and fuck yourself with the new toy I bought you, even while you are meeting with other people.
That’s one way to get over shyness, I guess.
One more thing, Kate. Find Brock tomorrow, and tell him how much you enjoyed meeting him. But while you talk to him, turn those Ben Wa balls up until you can’t concentrate on what he’s saying. When you look at him, imagine his cock pounding into you. While you talk to him, I want you to find a way to masturbate without him knowing. Come right there in front of him. Then kiss him on the cheek and walk away.
How am I supposed to do that?
Figure it out. And tell me about it tomorrow night. Goodnight, Kate.
Goodnight, Mr. Elf.
Brock groaned and turned onto his side, taking his shaft in his hand and pumping up and down. He doubted he’d be able to sleep that night, or concentrate on any of the meetings he’d scheduled for the next day.
All he could think about was Kate and how fucking exciting it was going to be watching her come covertly. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep his hands off her while she did. But he’d have to.
He closed his eyes and brought himself to another climax by imagining how Kate had looked fucking herself on the roof of her car. In his mind, he pushed her legs apart and sank his tongue into her wet sex, finally having what had been out of his reach for so long.
By the time he revealed his double identity, she would be grateful to him for bringing her fantasy alive for her. And she would trust him because she’d gotten to know him as himself.
Yes, he’d taste her soon enough.
As long as he held to his plan.
Chapter Seven
Kate woke later than normal and rolled over in bed, enjoying the warmth of her thick blanket. She smiled into her pillow as she remembered how she’d spent the day before. For the first time in as long as she could remember, she wasn’t a bundle of nerves. The day had been insane, yes, it had ended with an orgasm stronger than one she’d ever experienced. She had masturbated before, but this had been different.
It wasn’t the spark of heat that had spread through her and left her feeling relaxed. No, her climax yesterday had slowly built throughout the day and culminated in a mind-altering experience. It had taken her, ever so temporarily, outside of her normal life and had felt larger than her.
I may have found my new religion.
She looked up at the ceiling. Just kidding. Mom? God? If you’re listening, don?
?t. I will repent after Christmas. Let’s agree to disagree for now on what is right and wrong. It’s been a long year, and I need this.
Kate threw back the covers and donned the robe Mr. Elf had given her. She tucked her feet into the matching slippers. It was hard to be afraid of a man who was as considerate as he was naughty.
She shuffled to the bathroom, removed the Ben Wa balls, and took a long hot shower. It didn’t even occur to her not to replace them after she’d cleaned them off. Day four of her twelve days and she’d never felt better.
