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hand
away, brought it to the wall of the shower. Slowly, breathing, I took
back control. I didn’t want to come in the shower, hot and quick in
my hand. I wanted to come in Ana. Again and again.
    Even if she didn’t
remember the conversation we’d had last night, her impulses would
still there, her instinct to respond. She wanted my power, my
domination. She wanted to submit, let herself go, surrender to her
dark fantasies. I’d take her there.
    Around eleven o’clock,
she finally woke up, all rosy and sleepy. Her golden chestnut hair
was in a tumble, so naturally gorgeous, thick with a slight curl to
it.
    “Hi,” she said as
she padded into the kitchen in a borrowed pair of socks, looking
sleepy and shy.
    “Hey. How’re you
feeling?”
    “Much better.” She
smiled at me and I embraced her, relieved to see her looking like
herself again. A sleepy self, but the color had fully returned to her
cheeks. With some coffee and breakfast, she’d be back to normal. “I
see you raided my clothes.” I had to tease her, but I loved it. She
looked so cute in my T-shirt and boxers, oversized and draping off
her curves. Those boxers would be so easy to slip right off.
    “I hope you don’t
mind.”
    “Mind? I don’t even
want to tell you that your bags are here, too.” I’d had the hotel
pack her belongings and she had everything she needed here. But if I
had anything to say about it, clothes weren’t going to factor much
into the next couple of days. I had a couple of silk restraints I’d
like to see on her, strategically placed around her wrists and
ankles, but that was about it.
    “Wow.” She walked
over to the large window above the sink in the kitchen. Yeah, that
about summed it up. I joined her and together we watched the winter
fury raging outside. “It’s a crazy storm.”
    “Worst one in years.
And it’s going to be like this all day and into tomorrow.” I saw
a slight blush creep to her cheeks, the hint of a smile at the corner
of her lips. Maybe she did remember our conversation from last night.
But she needed some fuel in her first.
    Together, we made toast
and scrambled eggs. I’d already brewed some coffee, nectar of the
gods. The pantry was stocked full of my favorite Italian brand. As
much as my celebrity status caused problems, it also brought many
small blessings on a daily basis. Like expensive, imported Italian
coffee in the middle of the storm of the century in the remote
California mountains.
    “These are so good!”
Ana ate her eggs with relish.
    “You’ve seen it all
from me now,” I confessed, enjoying them, myself. “I’ve boiled
you pasta and scrambled you eggs.” Food generally appeared in my
life. I hadn’t ever done much to procure it.
    “No more tricks up
your sleeve?” Ana asked, smiling.
    “Not in the kitchen.”
I winked at her and was rewarded with a faint blush again. Man, she
was fun to tease. And I’d lied, just then. I had a few more
kitchen-related tricks. They just weren’t related to cooking food.
    Outside, the storm
blasted relentlessly as we washed our dishes. She sent her parents a
quick text that she was OK. Then she turned off her phone. I flicked
on the TV to check the weather report. They’d sent some poor
schmuck out into the middle of it, wearing a parka with a hood so
enormous it threatened to swallow him whole.
    “Stay indoors,” he
warned us. I didn’t need to be told twice.
    “Oh, I didn’t see
this before!” Ana exclaimed. Over in an adjoining room off, she
spotted the grand piano. Normally, the room overlooked a spectacular
view of the Sierra Nevada mountain range. Today, it was surrounded by
white fury.
    She sat down at the
instrument and I had to join her. But I kept my hands away from the
keys while she played me something classical I didn’t recognize,
but I had to guess it was Russian with the intense passion in the
chords. It complimented the storm raging outside. The Russians knew
their snow.
    No bra, in my T-shirt,
I liked the