Page 45 of Snow Bound

He laid his phone down. “Let’s talk about D/s.”

She got that top-of-the-roller-coaster feeling in her stomach again. Ignoring it, she jabbed a finger at him. “I’m not doing anything that involves pee.”

Both dark eyebrows rose. “Okay.”

“I’m not asking for permission to pee, you can’t watch me pee, and I’m only peeing in the toilet—by myself.” She struggled to think of any other scenarios he might come up with, then just decided to go with a blanket ban. “Pee is off the table, in all its forms.”

His lips twitched. “How many forms can pee take?”

“You know what I mean,” she muttered and grabbed her beer.

“Relax,” he said, lips still twitching. “I have no interest in policing your bathroom habits. All I’m talking about is a few basic rules.”

She wanted to relax, but there was a look in his eye that had her at the top of the roller coaster again. “Which are?”

“Starting tomorrow morning, you stay naked.”

Her eyes popped so wide, Grant had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing.

“Naked?” she finally said, her voice ringing with disbelief. “As in nude? Without clothing?”

“As in.” He kept his voice mild, his expression sober. “Any problems with that?”

He hadn’t thought her eyes could get any wider, but they did. “Yes!”

“What are they?”

“In case you hadn’t noticed, it’s winter. There’s two feet of snow on the ground outside.” She pointed to the window and the white landscape beyond. “I’m going to get cold.”

“If you do, you’ll tell me and I’ll fix it.” She scowled at that, and he had to bite back another laugh. “Any other concerns?”

“Yes.”

He waited, but she just sat there staring at him like he’d sprouted an ear in the middle of his forehead. “Are you going to tell me what they are?”

“I…” She lifted her hands, let them fall, confusion plain on her face. “Why?”

Not technically a concern, but he decided to let it go. “You’ve agreed to give me control over your body for these two weeks, yes?”

She nodded—somewhat reluctantly, he thought. “Yes.”

“I want you to remember that, and being naked is an easy way to accomplish that.” He pitched his voice low, forcing her to lean forward to hear him. “Your body belongs to me now, Anna. Your breasts are mine, your pussy is mine. Your ass is mine. I like being able to see what’s mine. I like being able to touch it whenever I want.”

Her mouth formed a silent O, and for a moment everything she was feeling—uncertainty, desire, excitement, a little fear—was naked on her face. “Are you going to be naked, too?” she finally asked.

“No.”

Outrage had color blooming on her cheeks. “Well, how is that fair?”

“It’s not,” he said simply. “It’s not supposed to be. We’re trying to create a specific dynamic, and you naked—while I remain clothed—helps reinforce that.”

She didn’t love that, but he could see she understood it. “That’s the only rule? Stay naked?”

“There are a couple more,” he said easily. “You’ll need to ask for permission for certain things.”

She was eyeing him warily. “Such as?”

“Drinking alcohol?—”

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