Be My Temptation (Temptation #2) by Ruth Cardello Read Free Book Online Page A

say yes. Even if he doesn’t. People lie. All my ex-husband did was lie to me. He said he loved me, too, but he didn’t. Those three words don’t mean as much to me as they used to.
     
    Do you love him?
     
    I don’t know. Sometimes I think I do. Sometimes I get scared and never want to see him again. It would be different if I believed he really loved me. How do I find out the truth?
     
    They say love is a leap of faith.
     
    People who say that haven’t crashed and burned. Fuck leaping. I want proof.
     
    Angie bent so she was shoulder to shoulder with Kate. She gave Kate a thumbs-up. “You tell him, Kate.”
     
    What would you consider proof?
     
    There are areas of our relationship that I’m not entirely happy with. If I told him what they were, do you think he would change for me?
     
    A man who loves you would at least try.
     
    Even if it’s about how he is in the bedroom?
     
    Angie whistled as she read what Kate was typing. “You’re good. I would have told him that nothing short of a cock piercing would prove he loved me, but this is sheer genius.” When Kate looked up from her phone in surprise, Angie continued, “Don’t let me break your stride. You’re doing fine. Piercings take too long to heal, anyway. This is awesome. Hit him where it hurts—his performance pride.”
     
    You’re not happy with the sex you’ve been having?
     
    Kate hesitated. She’d never been one who sought revenge or who would ever intentionally make another person suffer in any way. But even though Brock’s game had ended up helping her, he’d had just a little too much fun at her expense. She remembered how he’d pushed her to call him Master. How he’d punished her for not obeying him without question. Oh, yes, he deserved to squirm a bit before she broke it to him that she knew the truth.
     
    It was fun at first. It’s just getting old. We’re always talking about fantasies and trying to live them out. I want to have nice, normal sex once in a while. How do I tell him that?
     
    I’m not a sex therapist, Kate, but the easiest way would be to tell him.
     
    I can’t talk to him like I talk to you. I know it doesn’t make sense, but I trust you.
     
    You’re right, it doesn’t. I could be anyone.
     
    Maybe it’s because I don’t consider you real that I feel like I can be myself with you. I can tell you anything. Will you help me figure out if he loves me?
     
    Does this mean our game is on again? Are you looking for a Master?
     
    Angie burst out laughing. “You have to give him credit for asking. He’s definitely a boundary pusher. Set him straight, Kate.”
     
    Oh, I will. Kate texted: No. But I will describe how it goes with him. In hot, graphic detail. If you help me.
     
    You’re playing a dangerous game, Kate.
     
    You’re the one who taught me to enjoy games, Mr. Elf. Are you in or not?
     
    There was a long pause before he answered: I’m in.
     
    Kate turned the phone off. Her hands were shaking, but she was smiling. “Let him stew on that until I text him tomorrow, right?”
    Angie grinned in approval. “I love it. Have you talked to him today? I mean, as Brock?”
    “No. He’s been calling, but I didn’t answer because I didn’t know what to say. Do you think I should contact him now?”
    Angie shook her head and leaned back against the counter behind her. “You are way too nice, Kate. If you aren’t going to let him sweat a little over this, you might as well tell him everything now.”
    Kate chewed her bottom lip. “I didn’t think this would be so hard. I feel guilty already.”
    Angie handed Kate the prepaid phone. “Then throw the phone back in the trash and end the game now. Go confess and talk it out like mature adults.”
    Kate weighed the phone in her hand. “I should.”
    “But?”
    “It’s kind of exciting to be talking to Mr. Elf again—even more now that I know he’s Brock.” Kate shook her head in confusion. “Does that even make sense? I mean, is there