Twelve Days of Temptation (A Hot Holiday Novella) (Temptation #1) (9 page)

She wiggled again, rubbing his cock with her thigh as she shifted so she could look up at him.
Except this. This is fucking torture.

“I received my final divorce papers today. I signed them and sent them back. It’s done.” Tears gave her big blue eyes an added shine. “I knew they were coming, and it’s what I wanted. Why did it hurt so much to sign them?”

Brock let out a long sigh and pulled her against his chest again, tucking her beneath his chin. “Do you still love him?”

She shook her head. “I don’t think so. I mean, how can you love someone when you realize everything you thought you knew about them was a lie?” Her words stabbed through him and for the first time made him question the final outcome of his game with her. As he fought off a mild inner panic, Kate continued, “He said he loved me, but he didn’t. He was a collector of beautiful things, and I think I was simply another item he collected. We barely even had sex. My only job was to look good around his friends. When my mother became ill I saw how little patience he had for anything that wasn’t beautiful.”

Brock continued to rub Kate’s back slowly, telling himself he was nothing like her ex. He’d always cared about Kate.
I want to get to know her. I’m willing to talk to her as long as she wants—after I fuck her brains out.

I’m an asshole.

“I’m sorry, Kate.” He knew she thought he was sorry for what she was going through, but he was equally sorry he couldn’t turn off his need for her. He wanted to comfort her—all night long, and in as many ways as their stamina allowed.

See, that’s why I’m an asshole.

She leaned back and looked up at him again, and he groaned as it put her right back on his traitorously swollen cock. “No, I’m sorry. I hardly know you, and I’m blubbering all over you. You don’t want to hear about any of this.”

Strength. Give me strength.
“I want to hear about whatever you want to talk about.”

She put a hand up on his cheek. “It’s not fair of me to take advantage of you this way.”

Take advantage. Take any fucking thing you want. Keep wiggling that little ass now and then, and I’ll sit here all fucking day listening to whatever.
“I don’t mind.”

“It’s kind of obvious that you like me, Brock.”

Attempting to look cool, Brock raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Unless that’s a flashlight
in your pocket.”

Brock covered his face with one hand, groaned, then half smiled at her. “In my defense, you squirm a lot.”

Kate laid a hand on his chest and smiled sadly at him. “I wish I had met you before all of this. Or six months from now. You’re such a n—”

He grabbed her hand. “Don’t say it. Trust me, I’m not as nice as you think I am.”

She held his eyes and nodded. “Yes, you are. You’re everything I should want, but I’m not ready for you. I’m still angry. Angry with Wayne. Angry at myself. Do yourself a favor and don’t trust me right now. I’ll only hurt you.”

“I’m a big boy, Kate. You don’t have to worry about me.”

Kate slid off Brock’s lap. “Yes, I do. You know why? Because I like you. I like you a lot, Brock. And if I’m not honest with you, how does that make me any better than Wayne? I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

Brock stood up. “Nobody is perfect, Kate. People make mistakes and forgive each other all the time. It’s called life.”

Kate walked to the door. “I’m sorry, Brock. I wish I could explain this better, but I can’t. Just trust me. You need to stay away from me.”

Brock followed her to the door and looked down at her. “I’ll do that if you do one thing for me.”

She bit her bottom lip and looked up at him nervously. “What?”

“Kiss me. Just once.”

The tip of her tongue flicked across her teeth. “What will that prove?”

“Maybe nothing.” He pulled her hips to his and ground her against his bulging cock. “Just one kiss, Kate.” He bent down and licked her parted lips, teasing them to open for him. “You owe me at least that.”

He buried a hand in the back of her hair and took her mouth boldly, thrusting his tongue deep and circling hers. She placed her hands on his shoulders, holding him to her rather than pushing him away. He had spent so many hours imagining how she’d taste, but the reality was so much better.

He couldn’t get enough. He lifted her and slammed her against the door. He stepped forward as the door slammed against the wall behind her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he ground his pelvis against hers with a rhythm as old as time itself. He shoved a hand down the back of her jeans and grabbed one of her ass cheeks.

He tore his mouth from hers and kissed his way down her neck and to one of her hard and protruding nipples. Right through her clothing and bra, he closed his teeth around her hardened nub and gave it a gentle tug. She gasped, and her hands tightened on his shoulders.

He raised his head. Everything in him wanted to kick the door closed and take her right there on the rug in the hallway. But even in her aroused state, her nose was still pink from her earlier crying, and he knew he could win now but lose in the long run if he pushed her.

He eased her back to the floor and took a deep breath. “Do what you need to do, Kate. I know you’re not in a good place right now. I don’t care. We don’t have to rush, but I’m not going anywhere. I’m not
that
nice.”

He gave her one final quick kiss and walked out the door. His balls were aching. His head was aching. He was pretty positive that when it came to winning Kate’s heart, he had fucked up his chances as much as any man could.

But that just made him more determined to have her.

He’d never been a quitter.

Kate was still a bundle of nerves hours after Brock left. She’d tried to do the right thing. She’d warned him to stay away from her. But he wouldn’t listen.
He has no idea what a tangled game he’s entering into.

Her prepaid phone vibrated with an incoming message, but she ignored it. She poured herself a glass of wine and sat down on the couch with both of her phones in front of her on the coffee table.

One nice guy.

One possibly psychotic sexual deviant.

The choice should be easy enough.

Why is life so much more fucking complicated than it has to be? What is it Mr. Elf gives me that I need? Do I think I don’t deserve a good man? Am I that cookie cutter stereotypically pathetic?

Or am I just a sex freak myself, and I never knew it. What would a man like Brock think if I told him I have sex every night with a man I’ve never met?

Her phone vibrated again. She finally picked it up and checked the messages on it.

You didn’t text me, Kate. I don’t like it when you disappoint me.

I’m not in a good mood today. Maybe we should talk tomorrow.

Do you think I give a shit about your mood, Kate? Are you naked?

No.

I told you to always be naked when we talk.

You contacted me. I didn’t contact you.

You want to be punished tonight, don’t you, Kate? Do you feel guilty about something? I like it when you feel guilty. Tell me what you did, and I’ll choose the perfect punishment.

I don’t want Brock to be part of our game. I don’t want to lead him on.

Oh, you like him.

No.

Did you fuck him?

No. I wanted to, but I told him to stay away from me instead.

And what did he say?

He said he doesn’t care if I’m fucked up in the head. Or something like that. But he doesn’t know about you.

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.