Twelve Days of Temptation (A Hot Holiday Novella) (Temptation #1) by Ruth Cardello Read Free Book Online

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.