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Chapter Eight

Not her friend

Brock

I kept checking my prepaid phone for a text from Kate, but one never came. The employee I’d asked to drop off my gifts each day was pretty sure she hadn’t seen him leaving them. I was paying the young man well to be discreet, and had promised to pay him double at the end of the game if she never caught him. The young man had looked on the verge of asking several questions when I had approached him about running a few covert errands for some extra cash, but he’d kept them to himself as soon as I doubled the offer. Money had a way of silencing questions.

I was closing the office when my sister and her best friend came in. Linda was my twin by birth, my friend by choice. She was exceptionally short and joked that God had given her a personality twice her size to make up for it. She dealt with the vendors, and they loved her. All her sweet talk softened her directness. Vendors paid on time because they didn’t want to be on her bad side, but they sent her baskets of goodies around the holidays because they also loved her smile.

Her friend Dawn, with her dark brown hair and eyes, looked like a taller version of Linda. Most people assumed they were sisters. Together, they were a force to be reckoned with.

Diving right in without the pleasantries of a greeting, Linda said, “Brock, I’m going to hell.”

I hugged her and laughed. “And this is news?”

Linda smiled broadly and smacked his arm. “Seriously, I discovered today I’m not nice and neither is Dawn.”

Dawn shrugged, but she was also smiling. “I said she was too skinny. You’re the one who called her a bitch.”

“You practically called her ugly,” Linda volleyed.

“I said she was bordering on it.”

Linda dismissed the difference with a wave of her hand. “Whatever, I said she was still pretty, just bitchy. I didn’t know she could hear us.”

With a sinking feeling I knew who they were referring to, I asked, “Who did you two offend?”

Linda made a circular motion with a finger. “It was three of us. Kim was there.” Linda shook both hands with comic anger in the air. “Oh, my God, it was so awkward. You know Untouchable Kate?”

“You mean Kate Hale?” I asked, feeling the correction was necessary.

“Yes, her. Okay, so she was at the supermarket, and we were picking up supplies for the office holiday party, and she heard us talking about her.”

Dawn’s eyes were wide at the memory. “You should have seen how upset she was. She told us off.”

“Good for her,” I said, folding my arms over my chest. “Sounds like you three deserved it.”

Linda scrunched up her face and said, “I know. We did. I feel awful. I never would have said anything if I thought she could hear me.”

I raised one eyebrow. “How about, you never should have said anything at all?”

Linda referenced herself and her friend with a waving finger. “Human over here. Not like you, Mr. Perfect.”

Dawn made a pained face. “The thing is—we feel really bad. When she said she’d lost her mother and her husband in the same year, she looked like she was going to cry. Is there a bouquet for when you’ve accidentally been a complete ass to someone?”

“I’m sure an apology would suffice,” I suggested.

“Like in a text?” Linda asked, looking to Dawn for confirmation. “I could probably get her number.”

“Don’t text her,” I said quickly, then stopped myself from saying more.

Linda nodded. “Brock is right. We should go see her and take her a plate of cookies or something.”

Dawn looked skeptical. “Is that going to look like we’re trying to fatten her up?”

Shaking her head, Linda said, “No, it’s almost Christmas. Everyone gives out cookies this time of year.” When Dawn still didn’t look convinced, Linda added, “If you feel funny about visiting her, we could leave a note and cookies on her doorstep. You know, like a peace offering.”

“No,” I said emphatically.

Linda and Dawn stopped and gave me a strange look. Linda said, “Wow, still bitter over your old crush on her?”

I couldn’t meet my sister’s eyes when I said, “No, I just think leaving something on her doorstep is not a good way to apologize to someone.”

“Fine, that settles it. Dawn, we’ll bake cookies this week and go see her.”

Battling between wanting my sister to stay the hell away from Kate and wanting Kate to not feel so alone, I finally gave in and said, “If you do, ask her to go to lunch with you. I have the feeling she could use some friends right now. Even if they are as crazy as you all are.”

“Do you want to come with us, Brock?” Dawn asked.

“No. I don’t want to be her friend.”

Chapter Nine

Call me Master

Brock

That night, I paced the rooms of my one-bedroom apartment. I’d never needed much space and worked too much to care about where I lived. My place was clean. It was conveniently located near work and family. That had always been good enough for me.

Except now it felt small and suffocating.

I picked up the phone I’d purchased to communicate with Kate and decided I was done waiting for her to contact him.

H. E.: Did you like my package, Kate? As soon as I hit send, I reread the message and groaned at the double entendre. Is it any wonder she hasn’t answered me?

Kate: Surprisingly, I did. It wasn’t at all what I expected.

That’s good, isn’t it? 

H. E.: You didn’t text me for instructions when you received it.

Kate: It really wasn’t that confusing. I’ve taken baths before. I figured it out.

The conversation wasn’t going at all the way I’d imagined it. 

H. E.: Did you think of me while you were hot and wet?

Kate: I don’t know anything about you, so . . . no. I didn’t want to ruin the moment by imagining an old man or some teenage boy jerking off to the idea of me in a tub.

H. E.: I’m not either of those.

Kate: I don’t know that. Maybe if you told me who you were . . .

H. E.: Not going to happen. Tell me about the bath. Did you think about anyone while you were soaping yourself? Did it make you so hot you had to stroke yourself until you came?

Kate: Honestly? No and no. But it was nice. The candles are my favorite scent.

I sank onto the couch and groaned. Nice? Seriously? The phone beside me beeped with an incoming message.

Kate: I liked the lotions, too.

So much for the articles that said a romantic bath always put women in the mood for sex. There was no way in hell I was going to blow my one chance with Kate. I tossed the phone onto the other side of the couch and reached for my laptop. As it booted up, I cracked my knuckles and rolled up my sleeves.

I searched for popular female fantasies and studied them with determination. I scoured the internet for what women were reading. My friends were wrong. It wasn’t one spicy book that women were talking about, it was the whole genre that was popular. The heat level of some of the romances made my eyebrows meet my hairline a few times. But I downloaded a few of them and read them like I was cramming for a college exam.

Kate Hale, prepare yourself.

This elf is going alpha.

Kate

I lingered around my house the next day waiting for the doorbell to ring. This time I wasn’t even trying to pretend I wasn’t waiting. The day before, the package had arrived early, but today lunchtime came without a delivery.

When I returned from making lunch in the kitchen, either the doorbell hadn’t rung or I hadn’t heard it because there on the porch was my next gift. It was wrapped as the first two had been and was larger than the day before’s. I hurriedly carried it to the kitchen table.

I tore it open without hesitation. Inside were several smaller boxes. I opened the first and found a pair of jeans. I laughed and sent a text.

Kate: Jeans?

H. E.: Is that all you’ve opened so far?

Kate: Yes. But why would you send me jeans? I’m totally confused.

H. E.: I like them. They’ll make your ass look amazing. And you’ll wear them tonight.

Kate: I will?

H. E.: You will. Open the rest of the boxes, Kate.

The next contained a bottle that looked like perfume. I read its label. Pheromones. The description said they enhanced a woman’s attractiveness.

Kate: So, you don’t like how I dress, and you think I need help attracting men? Thanks. I’m not feeling naughty; I’m feeling insulted.

H. E.: The problem, Kate, is you’re overthinking things. It holds you back. The jeans are because I like jeans. The pheromones are because you need confidence. So, tonight, you’ll go to a bar and meet someone.

Kate: Why would I do that?

H. E.: Because you want to please me. And you will. Tonight. Open the last box, Kate.

I did, and my eyes rounded. Two silver Ben Wa balls were laid out in a box pretty enough to have held jewelry. They were attached to each other by a short string. A small silver remote control was in the box next to them.

Kate: I have no idea what to do with those.

H. E.: That’s okay, we’ll learn together.

Kate: You don’t know either?

There was a pause before he texted. 

H. E.: I meant I’ll teach you.

I should be creeped out by receiving such an intimate object from a man who claimed to be an elf. However, I wasn’t. In fact, for some reason I couldn’t understand, I was beginning to trust him.

Kate: Okay.

H. E.: Take off whatever you’re wearing and insert them.

Kate: Right now?

H. E.: Yes.

Kate: I feel like I should wash them first.

H. E.: Okay, go wash them, then insert them.

I did. They were cold at first, but not in an unpleasant way. I clenched my vaginal muscles around them, at first afraid they would fall out. 

Kate: They’re in.

H. E.: Now put on the jeans.

Kate: With them inside me?

H. E.: Yes. Don’t take them out until I tell you to.

I put my undies back on, then pulled on the jeans. They fit snuggly, removing my worry that a ball would drop to the floor. 

Kate: The jeans fit perfectly.

H. E.: I don’t care about the jeans. How do the balls feel?

Kate: They’re interesting.

H. E.: I think it gets better when you start to walk around with them.

Kate: You think?

H. E.: Walk around, Kate.

Lapping around the couch, I had to admit the balls’ movement inside me excited me. Not orgasm hot, but a warmth that spread through me. 

Kate: I heard these are good for a woman’s health too.

H. E.: Stop thinking, Kate. Go get the remote. Turn them on.

I turned the dial all the way and gasped. Whoa, that’s too high. I lowered the vibration. 

Kate: I can see why people like this.

H. E.: Tell me how it feels.

I hesitated, then texted. 

Kate: It’s amazing. I can feel myself getting wet. I had no idea it would feel that good.

H. E.: That’s your G-spot, Kate.

Kate: I like it.

H. E.: Good. But don’t like it too much. You can’t come until I tell you to.

Kate: You can’t tell me what to do. I don’t even know you.

H. E.: I’m already telling you. And you’re doing it. You know why? Because I will get you the mind-blowing f*** you’ve always wanted. But only after you follow my rules. For the next nine days.

Follow his rules? Why am I already doing that? And why do I not want to stop? 

Because it feels good and I want to feel to something besides sad.

Kate: Okay.

H. E.: Leave the balls in, Kate. Every hour, I want you to turn them on for five minutes. Then turn them off. But don’t remove them. Tonight, go to Grady’s Bar at nine and keep them in. Wear those jeans on your perfect little ass, and spray your neck with what’s in that bottle. Don’t leave until you have the phone number of a man you find attractive. That’s the man you’ll picture when you return home and I finally let you come. That’s the face you’ll see when you stroke yourself tonight.

Kate: Will you be there?

H. E.: No. This isn’t about me, Kate. It’s about you. The bath was only disappointing because you let it be. You should have had your fingers pumping in and out of yourself while imagining someone f***ing you. Try it again tomorrow, and picture the man you meet tonight. But nothing happens between you and him unless I say so. Understood, Kate? You’re mine. Not his. Only f*** him if I tell you to.

The game suddenly felt very real, and I had a rush of doubt. This is crazy. I can’t do this. I don’t like bars. I don’t like crowds.

H. E.: Kate?

Kate: I can’t do this.

H. E.: Yes, you can.

Kate: You don’t understand. I can’t just walk into a bar and get a guy’s number. I get nervous around people I don’t know. I never know what to say.

H. E.: Kate. You are a beautiful woman. You could say nothing and get someone’s number.

Kate: I’m going to throw up.

H. E.: Even that wouldn’t stop a guy from giving you his number, Kate. But you’re not going to throw up. Get the remote. Keep turning the dial up until you stop thinking. A really good f*** starts in your head, Kate. Your head. You need to learn to turn off the noise. When you do, nothing will make you nervous.

I did just that, and a warm heat spread through my stomach. Soon the intensity of the stimulation had me gripping the side of the couch. If I kept it up, I would come right then and there. I thought about what he’d said and turned them off. I could wait.

Kate: Do you have a name? I can’t keep thinking of you as an elf. It’s not very sexy.

H. E.: You can call me Master.

I chuckled. 

Kate: That’s not going to happen.

H. E.: You might like it. Try it.

Kate: Good-bye, Mr. Elf.

H. E.: Until tonight, Kate. Don’t forget. Turn the balls on for five minutes every hour. And don’t take them out.

I didn’t answer. I didn’t have to. We both knew I was his to command. At least, for nine more days.

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