Page 41 of Snow Bound

“You’re so tedious.”

“But right. Was it as good as the first time?”

“I think it was actually better, but that might’ve just been the spanking.”

“You played with him,” Lola gasped.

It was Anna’s turn to be smug. “I sure did.”

Lola’s delighted laughter rang over the line. “And? Was it everything you wanted it to be?”

“Well, I came four times, so…”

“Four? What, does he have a magic peen?”

“That could be it,” Anna mused. “I was too busy coming to really pay close attention.”

“I hate you.”

“Well, that’ll happen,” Anna said smugly.

“So is this a one off, or are you going to do it again?”

“We’re going to do it again.” Anna kicked her feet in the air and wiggled her toes. “And again, and again, and again. You know, if I don’t chicken out.”

“I really hate you,” Lola said, then her voice went suspicious. “He’s not pressuring you, is he?”

“He’s been a perfect gentleman. You know, for someone who bruised my ass and nearly fucked me into a coma.”

“So what’s with the chickening?”

“We’re doing D/s. 24/7.”

“Ohhhh.” Lola’s voice went up and down like a roller coaster. “Well, that should be interesting.”

Anna dropped her feet to the mattress. “He says it’s all negotiable, and he’ll make sure I’m comfortable, but I’m still nervous.”

“Well, sure. Have you ever done D/s?”

“Not really. In the context of a scene, yeah, or the leadup. You know, kneel here, fetch this toy, call me Sir, that kind of thing.”

“Uh, that’s not D/s.”

“But the day to day stuff?” Anna grimaced. “I have no idea what that looks like.”

“It really is different for everybody,” Lola said. “Did he tell you what he wants?”

“We’re going to talk about it over dinner. But first I have to update that absurd list.” Anna rolled over, belly down on the bed. “What if he wants me to do something ridiculous?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. Make me ask for permission to pee, or something.”

Lola snorted. “That’s nothing. What if he wants you to pee in front of him?”

Anna scrambled up to kneel on the bed. “That’s a thing?”

“Baby, everything is a thing,” Lola drawled. “But you can always say no.”

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