Chapter 7

After having a great night of sex with Gareth, I must have dozed off mid-morning, as it was after twelve when I woke up and decided to get lunch. I checked the mailbox, and there was another letter for me. It read, “Dear Tara, I see that I have some competition in winning your heart, a bunch of long-stemmed red roses and a guy staying with you overnight. I will have to up my game and show you I am worthy of your love. You will receive another gift from me today, and I look forward to seeing you tonight.”

How does this guy know the roses were long-stemmed? Unless he delivered or sent them. But the card said they were from Morgan. Who is messing with me? I’m so confused about who my stalker may be.

I was surprised when motorbike man pulled up and knocked on my door carrying a package. I opened the door, and he had taken off his helmet. A shiver ran through my body. The guy had a blond mullet hairdo and a chiselled face. Oh my God, is this Mike? I thought. “Ms Tara Brown?” Motorbike man asked.

“You know it is,” I said scornfully.

“Sorry, I don’t know you. I have been told to give this to you personally and not leave it on your doorstep.”

“C’mon Mike. I know it’s you.”

“Sorry, Ms Brown, you have mistaken me for someone else. Good day.” Motorbike man walked away and rode off, leaving me holding the package.

After receiving the package, I couldn’t wait to see what was in the box and quickly raced inside to open it. My eyes bugged out when I saw what it was. Well, I wasn’t sure what it was. It looked like a corset made of different materials, but I had to Google it to find out.

It was called a bondage basque. The material was so soft it felt like it would fit like a second skin. It had an underwire quarter-cup bra with adjustable straps that fit over your exposed boobs. It finished at the waist and had six suspender straps attached. There was also a pair of black silk stockings and crotchless panties in the package.

There was the obligatory letter that I had to read first, and it read. “Dear Tara, put this on tonight. Secure the straps tightly over your boobs, do not wear the panties. I do hope you enjoy the feel of the material and the silk stockings. Be ready at 8pm, curtains open, lights on. Hands behind your head. You will be in this position for fifteen minutes, front and back. You will see three quick flashes from a torch, and when you see them. Turn around and bend over. We are getting closer. I love seeing you every day, and I’m sure you will look absolutely stunning tonight. You are the woman of my dreams. I want you.”

Oh, wow. He’s watching me every day, but where is he? Who is he? Does he see me when I go to lunch? Does he work in the store? I had so many questions with no answers floating around in my head. And the basque he wants me to wear tonight is so sexy. I’m going to wet myself as soon as I put it on.