She looked from Harris to the box that lay on the floor.

‘Well?’ he asked. “Are you going to try them on?”

‘You want me to?’ she asked seductively.

‘Naturally,’ Harris said. “Go to it.” He swatted her playfully on the behind and shooed her to the couch.

Squealing with delight, she skipped over to the couch and sat down. Picking up the box, the lid fell off She stared down at the same pair of red spike boots with 5′ heels, taking them out, she slipped them over her feet and admired how they looked.

‘They’re beautiful! Thank you!’ she gushed.

‘Nothing but the best for you,’ he said smiling.

She paraded around the apartment in the boots, then led him to the bedroom for what was going to be an amazing night of love making. So many thoughts ran through her mind and she could hardly wait to tease and torture him.

‘Make yourself comfortable,’ she said. “I”ll be right back.’

Quickly he stripped down and threw himself on the bed, laughing to himself.

‘Ready whenever you are,’ he called.

‘One moment,’ she crooned back, sticking her head out the bathroom door.

Minutes later she returned to the bedroom, her raven black hair flowing behind her. She was completely naked… except for the red boots that Harris had just given her. Her figure was almost flawless, save for a scar that ran up the side of her stomach to her ribs. Normally self-conscious, she would never have been so bold but tonight she felt like a woman possessed.

She walked slowly over to the bed, her smile broadened when she looked over his body. He had put on a few pounds since they had first met, but it didn’t bother her.

He shifted, as she walked to the head of the bed, tracing her hand along the sheets. Not once did she look away from him.

‘Are you ready?’ she asked, her voice husky.

He nodded.

She leaned over to the end table and took out a pair of leather handcuffs she had purchased some time ago but never got the courage to use.

‘Just what do you have in mind?’ he asked, his eyes widening in amusement.

‘Just wait and see,’ she answered, winking at him.

She took his hands and attached them to the headboard, pleased that he didn’t fight her on it. When she was done she climbed on top of the bed and leaned over, biting his neck.

‘Oh, that feels wonderful…’ he moaned.

She smiled as she moved down his body tracing his chest with her finger tips. Then she moved to his ankles and attached the leg cuffs she had.

Moving back to his lips, she once again kissed him hard and pressed her hips down against him. She teased and tortured him to the point where he was visibly losing control, then she thanked him again for the present.

‘You’re welcome, Tracy,’ he said.

Her eyes flashed. Anger replaced desire in an instant.

‘Tracy? Who the fuck is Tracy?’ she asked, her voice rose to a scream.

‘I… umm,’ Harris muttered.

She stood up on the bed, her feet on either side of his hips. Placing her hands on her hips, she glared at him. The thoughts going through her mind were torture to her, but it explained so much. All his overtime… the unexpected presents… the hang up calls… the perfume… everything.

‘My name is Stephanie!’ she screamed, lifting her foot and driving the heel of the boot deep into his chest as the tears flowed down her face. She lifted her foot from his chest and drove it in again.

He cried out from the pain and tried to move, the bindings were too tight. The blood was bubbling from his chest, as air seeped into his lungs.

She pulled her foot from his chest at first it got stuck and there was a sickly sucking sound as the suction was trying to keep the heel in place. When she was able to pry it loose, she jumped off the bed and walked out of the room, hopping as she removed each boot and threw it on the bed.

‘Keep your present! I’m not something you can buy!’ she said and walked out.