Lady Chapman bound

Lady Chapman is tied spread-eagled on her four-poster bed, wearing expensive looking red underwear and stockings and nothing else.

Adam stops and gapes.

Then he has to hold himself back from laughing.

You filthy bitch! he thinks. Who would have thought it?

Lady Chapman lifts her head up, her brown hair cascading around her face. She has been blindfolded and ball-gagged, but clearly opening the door had caused a draft and she has felt it.

In the adjoining en-suite bathroom Adam can hear a running shower and the sound of a man whistling cheerfully.

Lady Chapman mumbles questioningly into her gag, drool dripping down her cheeks, and struggles slightly in her bonds.

She looks ridiculous.

And hugely sexy.

Perfect timing, Adam realises. Moments earlier or later and he would have been caught for certain. And how bad would it have been for him if Lady Chapman knew what he'd seen? But with the mysterious man in the shower, he has the ideal opportunity to search her room.

Adam shuts the door as quietly as he can and hastens over to Lady Chapman's drawers. He strikes gold on his first guess - the drawer pulls out to reveal piles of carefully folded underwear, in multiple colours and styles.

Who'd have thought Lady Chapman owned so many thongs? Adam grins to himself, grabbing one at random.

He stops and listens. The shower is still going.

So far so good.

Lady Chapman mumbles again. She's so hot, Adam thinks, pausing. She was in her early forties, but kept herself trim and had a great figure. She was always stylish and expensively dressed and ate only at the finest restaurants.

And now here she is - helpless.

For a moment he considers relieving her of her cute little red panties, but he shakes himself out of it.

He would get the nightdress and make a clean escape. Nothing more.

He goes through the rest of the drawers. Shirts, blouses, trousers, skirts. No nightdress.

He moves quickly to the cupboard on the other side of the room, and finds it full of dresses and trouser suits. No good.

He becomes aware that the shower has stopped. Time is running out.

Another set of drawers has nothing but t-shirts.

And then, success - a drawer pulls out to reveal a baby blue nightdress folded neatly on top of several sets of stockings.

Adam grabs it and makes his way to the door.

And then pauses.

Maybe he has enough time to pull her panties down. Just briefly. Just long enough to check her out. She'd never know it had been him and not the mysterious man in the shower.

Maybe there's enough time, he thinks.

He knows he wants to.