The couch is transformed into a blanket fort. Outside, the winter takes hold, but inside, she made herself a cozy warm heap, with only her face showing. Or it would have been if it was not stuck in a book.
"Are you hiding from me, sweetling?"
"Oh hi! No, I'm hiding from the cold. And my book is good."
"So you have no time for me?" came the mocking response.
The book lowers just enough to look over the edge. "Are you more interesting and warmer than the book? Otherwise, no" was the teasing response.
Two warm hands grip either side of her face.
"Look me in the eyes, missy bigmouth. Feel the warmth of my hands overwhelm and surround your mind. You notice that my eyes become the most fascinating thing in your world. My rapid words are the most interesting thing, don't you think?"
Her mind surrenders under the rapid flurry of words, as she whispers "Yes, Dom."