She held the strips up, studying them. And realizationdawned. A great wash of arousal seeped from her womb. “Oh God.”
He meant to tie her up.
Her trembling increased apace and she decided she needed aglass of wine. She headed for the kitchen but first she stopped in the bathroomto wipe away the worst of the dampness. Arousal was wonderful and all but thiswas just embarrassing. The thong flossing her crack was positively soaked.Though undoubtedly Adam would appreciate her productivity.
She returned to the sofa with a tumbler of merlot, warilyeyeing the straps he meant for her to wear on her wrists and ankles. Thoughthis had been an unfulfilled fantasy of hers for her entire adult life, thethought of finally bringing it to fruition was a little frightening.
Still, this was Adam. He would never hurt her. He wouldnever laugh at her. She sat and twined the fur side of the restraint around onewrist, securing it with the Velcro. She did the same with her other wrist andboth ankles.
Hands shaking, she took a gulp of wine. Just the thought ofwhat was to come had her, well, nearly coming.
She fished around in the box and found package number three.She didn’t bother to poke around and guess. She merely ripped the paper off tofind a belt. A thick leather belt with large metal loops festooning itscircumference. And the note read, Tight around your waist.
She complied. Once the belt was cinched around her middle,she had to go into the bedroom and stare at herself in the mirror. She lookedphenomenal. He was transforming her, gift by gift, into a sexpot.
Package number four was a pair of stiletto heels. They wereblack and shiny and terrifying and Kat couldn’t wait to put them on. This timeshe made her way into the bedroom cautiously because the heels were difficultto walk in. But when she stood before the mirror, it was worth the effort.
Without thinking, she released her hair. It fell around hershoulders, wild and wanton.
Her nipples, ever grazing the edge of the demi-bra, wereswollen and tender. Her clit, incessantly nudged by the tight panties, ached.Her pussy was on fire.
Heavens, she thought. When was Adam planning toarrive? She didn’t think she could wait much longer.
But, oh. There was another package.
She hobbled back to the couch and pulled the final packagefrom the box. She opened it. Two items fell out. The largest was a vibrator.But not a plain-Jane like the one she kept hidden in her underwear drawer.
This one had…accoutrements. There was a knob in the front,clearly meant to torment a clitoris, but there was also a little protuberanceon the back for anal stimulation. Testing the waters, she turned the thing onand watched the fake cock gyrate in the most outrageous configurations,vibrating and undulating at varying speeds. The two protrusions, likewise,pulsated.
Oh dear. She switched it off and dropped the monsteronto the couch. What a wicked thing.
The second item stole her breath. It was a satin blindfold.She grabbed the note, dying to know what he wanted her to do now.
But all the note said was, Call me.
She grabbed her purse and frantically fished around for hercell phone. She found it, slipped in her Bluetooth and punched in his number.She waited, shifting restlessly as the thing rang. And rang. Perhaps it was hersimmering impatience but it seemed as though he let the phone ring foreverbefore he picked up.
“Kat?” His warm voice poured over the line.
“Adam.”
“Did you follow my directions?”
“Yes.” A breathless gulp.
“Where are you?”
“Sitting on the sofa.”
“Go to the bedroom. Take your new toys. And on the way,unlock the front door. I’m on my way over.”
She swallowed heavily. “All right.”
“I’m going to tie you up, Kat.” His tone was as smooth andsoft as butter. “Would you like that?”
Would she? Her intellect said no way but the rest ofher melted at the thought. “Y-yes.”
“You said you wanted to be tied up,” he whispered. “It’sbeen a fantasy of mine as well.” He allowed this little tidbit to sink inbefore he continued. “But you need to understand, it’s my intention to teaseyou until you beg for mercy. Would you like that?”