His Final Present...

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
A man brings his girlfriend a present and it winds up being one of the worst mistakes of his life. Harris thought he'd gotten away with it, until he messes up... big time.

Submitted: March 23, 2007

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Submitted: March 23, 2007




“I have something for you,” he called, from the front door.

She heard the gentle whoosh the apartment door made as he walked inside.

“Don't forget to lock the door,” she said, walking from the bedroom.

“Okay, okay. Would you just come see? I want to make sure I got this right,” he said.

“What is it?” she asked, slightly frustrated. Every time he said 'I want to make sure I got this right,' it usually wound up being some useless gift that caught his eye on the walk home from work. Last time it was a potato peeler, masher thing that they never used and was still sitting in the box, in the cupboard.

She rounded the corner and nearly walked into him.

“Oh, there you are,” he said, his eyes shining with excitement.

“The apartment isn't that big... you had to wait right here?” she said impatiently.

“Well...” his face started to fall, taking on a puppy dog look that he used often.

“It's been a long day. I'm sorry,” she said sighing. Trying to sound more excited, she continued. “What did you bring home?”

“I really hope you like these, I was hoping...” his eyes got a mischievous smile to them.

She took the bag, which was marked with her favorite shoe store logo on it and walked to the couch. Plunking herself gracefully down, she placed the bag on her lap. She slid the box out and could feel herself getting excited. She loved this shoe store, time and time again she wished she could afford it, but her budget wouldn't allow it. Lifting the lid, her eyes got huge. The excitement that was flowing through her was clearly visible as she began to bounce on the couch.

“Harris!” she screamed passionately.

“Did I do well this time?” he said smiling.

“Oh my God, yes!” she said, dropping the box to the floor and jumping to her feet. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him hard on the lips.

“Mmm,” he muttered, when the kiss finally broke. “I'll have to remember that for next time.”

“They're gorgeous, but honey...” she looked at him confused. “There's no way...”

“Yes there is,” he said, as he placed a finger over her lips. “You deserve a treat every now and then. Enjoy it.”

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 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 raising to a scream.

“I... ummm” 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. The tears flowing 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.

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