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Monday when I have to see them again.”
    Zeke wrapped his arms around her and held her close.
    Her anxiety melted away at his touch.
    “I would never put you in a position to be embarrassed. Not ever. I had outside fabricators make all the furniture. The designers helped with only the room décor and didn’t see the…accessories. The metal guys think it was all for other things and workshop stuff. No one saw the room put together. You’ll be the first.”
    “Furniture? Room décor? Is that why it took longer? And why it sounded like a construction site today?”
    “Exactly. They all think I was just surprising you with a new guest room. They don’t know what it really is.”
    Aslan bit her lip. “So, what is it really?”
    “Why don’t you take off your blindfold and see?”
    Pushing the covering from her eyes, she had to blink a couple times to get her eyes to focus in the dark space. Her gasp filled the room.
    “Welcome to our playroom.”
    The walls and ceiling of the large guest room had been covered with a dark maroon wallpaper. Around the edges of the room were larger furniture pieces with two purposes in mind. Control and domination.
    “Like the red room of pain?” she uttered into the new space. Everything was uncovered, except one thing in the middle of the open area, which was covered by black material and spotlighted.
    “Exactly. With a little extra something for us to enjoy.”
    “Extra?” she whispered. Her eyes wouldn’t stop moving. She couldn’t focus on any of it. It was all a blur.
    A delicious, dirty, wet-panties-inducing blur.
    He stepped around her and stood beside the something in the middle of the room, with the black sheet over it.
    “What’s that?”
    “This is the beginning of your fantasy.” He nodded to the sheet. “Pull it off and see what’s underneath. I had it custom built to my specifications. Took them weeks to get it all right. It had to be perfect.”
    Tentatively, Aslan stepped forward. A bit of tunnel vision kicked in and all she could see was what she thought was the outline of a chair. A spotlight from above illuminated the dark surface and it almost made her think of a dentist’s chair or a barber’s chair. Definitely not a fantasy of hers by any means so she didn’t know what to expect.
    As soon as she pulled the sheet away, she huffed out a breath and stepped back. “Oh. My. God.” She covered her mouth, glanced at Zeke and then back down. “It’s a…” Her voice faded and she shook her head. “How did you know? I’ve never told you about this fantasy. Ever. It’s too…”
    “It’s too what? Dirty? Delicious? No, Aslan. We agreed at the beginning that we wouldn’t keep fantasies to ourselves. We agreed there was never going to be a no between us and that anything was on the table.” Zeke smiled. “Come to find that you’ll be the something on the table.”
    “But how did you know medical play was even on my list? We’d never really talked much about it. Not to this degree. I know I mentioned it the other night as something I use to think about, but nothing to warrant…” She turned in a circle. “This.”
    “Don’t you remember your dream? You talked in your sleep that night a few weeks ago. You had a dream and called me Dr. Zeke. You were touching yourself to get off but I took over. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more wetness between your thighs and you’ve been soaked before. But nothing like that. Nothing.”
    Aslan stepped forward again, almost certain the fantasy would disappear through her fingers before she had a chance to explore it. In front of her, was a padded black chair with silver accents. A medical kind of chair with built-in stirrups, but the metal wasn’t sharp and angular. It was polished and rounded as if it would cup her legs. Her legs, specifically.
    And the top of the chair, the headrest part, looked almost as if it were removable.
    Zeke moved to the opposite side of the chair. “It’s bolted to the floor