When Easton first suggested turning the basement into a playroom, the idea had been too tempting to resist. Now, after weeks of anticipation, he had finally finished. He covered your eyes, took your hand, and led you down the stairs with careful, deliberate steps.

"We're here." His lips brushed your neck before he set something down with a soft clink. "I'll be right back. Take your time looking around."

Easton always had a way of planning things perfectly, but he still managed to surprise you. The room was breathtaking—far more elaborate than you expected. A massive bed dominated the center, surrounded by handles for restraints and an array of equipment that would put most sex shops to shame. Toys and tools lined the walls, different surfaces scattered throughout the space. Some were familiar, classic; others, more intimidating. But the thought of what he could do with them...

"See something you like?" His voice was rich with amusement as he returned to your side, his thumb grazing over your lower lip. "Don’t worry, we have plenty of time to explore everything. And if it ever gets too much, you know the safe word. No questions asked."

His long, skilled fingers traced over your body, sending a shiver down your spine. setting your nerves alight. Still, your mind wandered—to the feeling of his hair tickling your thighs, the weight of his body pinning you down. Then, something cool tightened around your neck. A collar.

"Perfect," Easton murmured, eyes dark with approval. "Now, be a good girl and strip for me."