Samantha's body tingled as soon as Marcus led her to the basement. The air felt hot and thick. She could feel his presence behind her, strong and unwavering, which only intensified the anticipation coursing through her body. She had agreed to this—to his lessons in trust and patience—but the aching heat between her legs made it difficult to focus on anything but her desire for him. Every step they took brought her closer to what she craved.
The basement had been transformed since the last time she had seen it. The walls, once bare and cold, were now lined with dark, luxurious fabric that absorbed the dim light. A table stood at the center, its surface polished to a gleaming shine, surrounded by neatly organized tools and implements that both excited and intimidated her. The ropes, cuffs, blindfolds, and other items she hadn't noticed before, were meticulously placed as if waiting for their turn.
