Twelve Days of Temptation (A Hot Holiday Novella) (Temptation #1) (5 page)

She held her jacket tightly around her and shook her head.

He gave her his sexiest smile. “Do you want to come home with me?”

She shook her head again, but her mouth parted slightly in excitement. “No, I can’t.”

He tucked one of her long blonde locks behind her ear. “Are you sure about that?”

“Yes. I promised not to . . . I mean, we barely know each other.”

“We’ve known each other for a long time, Kate.”

She took a step back, then blurted, “Can I just have your number?”

Brock smiled, wrote his cell number on a piece of paper, and handed it to her. “Sure.”

She pocketed it and took another step back. “I have to go.”

He hoped she was in a rush to get home for the same reason he was. He really wanted to sink into her wet sex, but he’d settle for talking her through an orgasm while he jacked off.

“Good night, Kate.”

She hurried toward her car, pausing to look over at him as she unlocked it. She frowned and shook her head, then climbed in.

Brock broke speed limits on the way back to his apartment.

I hope I don’t get pulled over.

Officer, you do not understand how important it is for me to get home—right now.

By the time Kate drove up to the front of her house, she was shaking with pent-up sexual frustration. Her naughty elf was right: Fantasizing about someone in particular while her body awakened made all the difference. She’d turned on the Ben Wa balls during the drive home and had imagined what it would have been like to go home with Brock.

Would he have been gentle, as his personality implied? Or did he have a wilder side he concealed, as she did? Kate pulled into her garage, and as soon as the door closed she turned off her car, unbuckled the front of her jeans, slid her hand inside the front of her panties, and began to stroke herself with her middle finger.

She was hot even in the quickly cooling car. The balls within her moved around, now and then hitting a spot that had her gasping and rubbing herself furiously. A phone beeped in her purse and she ignored it, closing her eyes and bringing herself closer and closer to climax.

The phone beeped again, and Kate paused. It was the prepaid phone. She groaned and rummaged through her purse to find it.

Are you home?

Yes and no. I’m in my car in the garage. I didn’t even make it into the house.

Are you already touching yourself, Kate?

Yes. Now that I have someone to think about, this whole thing is even hotter. I can’t type right now. I can’t wait any longer.

You can and you will. Are the balls on?

Yes. I drove home with them on. They feel so good.

Take them out. Now.

No.

Yes, Kate. You almost had an orgasm without me. That’s not allowed. You have to be punished.

Listen, I’m loving your sex tips, but I’m not into punishment.

Get out of the car, Kate. Strip naked and take those balls out of you. Now.

It’s fucking freezing out there.

Yes, it is. You could have been in a warm bath tonight, but you didn’t follow my directions. Tell me you at least got a man’s phone number.

I did.

Good. Then you’ll get your orgasm. But not inside. I want you naked. Cold. Remembering how important it is to follow my commands.

Kate stepped out of her car. The cold night air hit her. He was nuts if he thought she was going to be able to do anything but freeze to death out here if she stripped.

It’s too cold out here.

Saying no to me only earns you another punishment, Kate. Strip.

She took off her coat. Her body was warm with excitement from their game. She stepped out of her shoes and pants, then her shirt. She turned off the balls and removed them.

I’m naked and fucking freezing. Happy?

Put your coat on the hood of the car, then lie on your back on top of it. Put the phone next to you and call me. I won’t talk to you. You don’t deserve to hear my voice. But I will hear you. Use the balls. Use your hand. Tell me what you’re doing. Everything you’re doing, and how it feels. And when you come, put the phone close enough to you so I can hear you. Every time you shiver, every time you think you can’t take it anymore, remind yourself you earned this. You belong to me now. And you will do as I say. After you come, hang up and text me.

Kate wanted to say no. She wanted to tell him exactly where he and his punishments could go. But she’d never been so turned on in her life. She didn’t want the feeling to end. Even if it meant temporarily freezing her ass off.

She placed her coat and the phone on the hood of the car, climbed up, and called him. Just as he’d said, he didn’t speak. There was something insanely erotic about knowing he could be anyone, and that he could hear her. The hood of the car was warmer than she’d expected. Not that she would have cared either way. She was so excited she could barely think.

“I need one of the balls back inside me.” She rammed one of the balls in her. “And I need them back on.” She turned them on. “The ball isn’t deep enough. I need it deeper. I want it right on my G-spot.” She used her finger to push it deeper. “Oh, God, that’s it. That’s fucking it. Oh, yes.”

She closed her eyes and took the other ball in her hand. “I’m putting this ball on my clit. Holy shit. That’s good. That is so fucking good.” She rubbed the ball back and forth over her nub until she found the perfect spot for it. Then she pressed down, caressing the area in small circular motions. “I wish I had something else inside me. I need Brock here ramming his cock into me right now. But this is good. I’m using my finger and imagining it’s his cock. I’m pumping it in and out. I am so wet. Shit. This is amazing.”

As her excitement swelled, her ability to articulate what she was doing diminished. She pictured Brock above her, pushing her legs wider apart. She stroked herself harder, faster, and her words turned into moans. She ran a hand over her cold breasts and imagined her fingers were his mouth. Her nipples were puckered and hard. She pinched one of them, imagining his teeth biting into her, and the mixture of pain and pleasure that coursed through her drove her over the edge. “I’m going to come,” she whispered, then cried out loudly as wave after wave of heat smashed through her. She was drowning in the sensations—lost for a moment to the fire shooting through her. It didn’t matter where her body was. She was floating in the warm glow of her climax.

She rolled off the car, pulled the Ben Wa ball out, grabbed the phone and her keys, and walked stark naked into her house, still in a daze. She hung up the phone, then texted
:
I’m done. I’m back in the house.

You’re not done until I say you are. Are you still naked?

Yes.

Good. Where are the balls?

In my hand.

Go wash them off and put them back in. Take the remote with you and go lie down on your bed.

Beneath the blankets, I hope. Hypothermia will end our game fast.

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.