Page 24 of Snow Bound

“It certainly did,” he drawled. “Let’s talk about limits.”

She had to force her brain to reengage. “Um. Tickling. I hate it.”

He nodded. “No tickling. What else?”

“Choking is a hard no,” she said, forcing her brain back in gear. “Degradation. No cutting or blood play of any kind. No bodily fluids except for saliva. Well, I’ll do oral without a condom, but for intercourse, they’re non-negotiable.”

“Agreed,” he said. “How do you feel about being called names?”

“I’m good with things like slut,” she told him. Her pulse was pounding between her legs, distracting her. She clenched her thighs to try to suppress it, but that only made it worse. “But not stupid slut, if that makes sense.”

“It does,” he assured her. “What about pain?”

She couldn’t think. Did she still have a brain, or had it sizzled away in all this heat? Get it together, Anna. “What about it?”

“We’ve established that you like it,” he said and she flashed back to him slapping her tits, her clit. “But how much is too much?”

Since her brain had ceased to function, she did the easiest thing and told the truth. “I honestly don’t know. Last night was the first time it’s been that…”

“Intense?” he suggested, and she nodded. “I’ll go slow there until we establish what you can handle.”

I can handle your dick. “Sure.”

“Anything else you want to tell me?”

“I like to fight,” she blurted out. “Not like, throwing punches, but trying to get out of bondage, running away. That kind of thing. And I can be mouthy sometimes.”

“I’m shocked,” he said drily, and she would’ve laughed if she’d had the brain power. “Tell me about your body.”

She blinked. “My body?”

“Do you have any injuries or sensitivities I need to be aware of?”

Oh. “I rolled my ankle a few months ago, and sometimes it still gives me trouble. My right ankle.”

He nodded, like he was filing the information away. “Are you on hormonal birth control?”

She frowned. “Yes, but we still have to use a condom.”

“I was asking because I wanted to know if you have an unmedicated menstrual cycle.”

Her eyes popped wide. “Why would you want to know that?”

“Where you are in your cycle can affect your sensitivity,” he explained, eyes twinkling again. “What might feel like a light pinch on your nipples at the beginning of your cycle could feel like an alligator clamp a few weeks later.”

“Oh.” She took a second to digest that. “None of the Doms I played with at Odyssey asked me that.”

“I like to be thorough.”

“That’s an understatement,” she muttered. “Just so you know, there’s a fine line between thorough and creepy.”

His smile widened. “I’ll keep that in mind. Is there anything else you’d like me to know before we begin?”

Oh boy, oh boy. “I can’t think of anything.”

“What are your safewords?”

“Stoplight system.” This is really happening. “Red for stop, yellow for slow down, green for good to go.”

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