Page 54 of Adam’s Obsession

“So it’s a date then?”

The elevator dinged and opened as she emerged from herbesotted reverie and by chance, she caught Jack’s last words. Had he beentalking the entire time? Oh. That’s what the buzzing sound in the back of herhead had been.

“What?” She fixed him with an impatient glance.

“It’s a date?” he offered helpfully.

“What’s a date?”

“You. Me. A little vino. Tonight. Honestly, Kat,weren’t you listening to anything I said?”

“Honestly? No. And I have a date tonight, Jack.” She leanedcloser to hiss, “With a man. Oh. And quit calling me Kat.”

She left him standing there in the elevator with his mouthagape until the doors closed on him.

She made it home in record time, which was amazing becauseshe didn’t remember a moment of the drive. As she carried the unwieldy box upthe stairs to her condo, she was aware of the dampness between her legs. Witheach step, she could feel her engorged pussy lips rubbing against her swollenclit. And her heartbeat? She felt every pulse in her nipples as they throbbedwith an impatient fervor.

Adam certainly knew how to ratchet up the anticipation.

Fumbling with her keys for what seemed an eternity, shefinally let herself into her apartment and headed for the couch. She sat andtore into the package. There on the top was an envelope.

Wildkat, it said.

She ripped it open. As she read the note written in hisstrong, masterful script, she quivered inside and out.

Dear Kat,

Inside this box there are five numbered packages. Openthem one at a time, in order. Follow the directions.

Yours, Adam

She trembled as she reached for the first package. Wrappedin plain brown kraft paper and tied with twine, it was small and soft. As sheopened the paper, a note as well as some frivolous lace confections tumbledout. She inspected the lingerie first, as any woman would.

Ah. Panties and a bra.

They were exquisite and exceptionally scant. A small shiverskated through her pussy. She knew what the note would say before she read itbut still, reading it in his hand made the command all the more captivating.

Strip, it said, and put these on.

She did so. Immediately. She went into the bedroom, whereshe had a full-length mirror, and quickly divested herself of clothing. Then,reverently, she slipped the panties on first.

Sheer heaven.

Literally.

They were sheer. She could see straight past the lace to thecurling hairs beneath the tiny triangle that barely covered her. The lips ofher pussy, fat and wet, pressed against the material. When she moved, the tipof the triangle slipped inexorably into her slit.

Without delay, she picked up the bra. Oh my, shethought, holding it up to her chest. It wasn’t going to fit.

She put it on anyway. And yes, it was tight. But shesuspected it was meant to be. The band fit her perfectly but the cups werehalf-moon shaped and skimpy—her nipples kept peeping out. With a start, sherealized that was what he intended.

The thought nearly caused her to swoon, which was tellingbecause she was not the swooning type.

Honestly, the man stole her breath.

She rushed back to the living room—to the remainder of thebrown paper packages tied up with strings—cognizant, with every step, of thepull and drag of lace against her most tender spot.

She quickly found package number two. It was small and soft.She opened it and four straps of Velcro and fur fell onto her lap. How odd.What on earth? She scrabbled for the note, three words that barely made sense.He’d written, Bracelets and anklets.