Page 64 of Snow Bound

“If you don’t notice being naked, he’s doing something wrong,” Lola drawled.

Anna laughed and resumed rolling. “I just mean it doesn’t feel weird anymore. It doesn’t feel at all like I expected, actually.”

“How did you expect it to feel?”

“Honestly? Oppressive.”

“And it doesn’t?”

“Not at all. It feels...sexy,” Anna decided. “A little decadent. Hedonistic. He touches me all the time.”

“Well, I hope so.”

“No, I mean all the time.” Anna applied the rolling pin to her dough again. “Not just when he wants to fuck, or play. He’s always stroking my hair, or my waist, or my breast. Sometimes he just palms my pussy and it’s not even sexual. It’s like...like he’s just saying hello to it, or reminding both of us that he can touch it any time he wants.”

“Aw, that’s sweet.”

“I don’t know about sweet, but I like it,” Anna confessed.

“Then why are you all twisted up in your underwear about it?”

Anna frowned at her rolling pin. “This was just supposed to be a vacation thing. I wasn’t supposed to like him.”

“Why not?” Lola asked.

“Because none of this is real.”

“You’ve lost me.”

“We’re in a bubble here, right?” Anna explained. “What happens when we get back to the real world?”

“I don’t know. What do you want to happen?”

Anna sighed. “I have no idea.”

“Probably you should figure that out.”

“Gee, what a novel idea. Why didn’t I think of that?”

“Or,” Lola continued, ignoring the sarcasm, “you could try to stop overthinking everything, relax, and enjoy the great sex—it is great sex, right?”

Anna thought of the night before when he’d tied her to the coffee table, put a plug in her ass, and beat her with a flogger before fucking her brains out—without removing the plug. “It’s great sex.”

“For which—if I was a lesser woman—I would hate you.”

“And I wouldn’t blame you,” Anna said soberly.

“Just enjoy it, Anna,” Lola urged. “For once don’t wonder what’s next, or what could go wrong,” Lola said. “Just enjoy it, okay?”

“Not exactly my strong suit.” Anna sighed. “I am trying, Lo. It’s just hard.”

“I know, honey.”

Anna glanced at the clock on the stove. “Listen, I have to go. I have to get this pie in the oven, then I want to call the girls again. Today’s their birthday.”

“Again?”

“I tried to reach them this morning, but I had to leave a message.”

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