“I’m waiting for your gratitude.” He was a different man when we were here. He wasn’t the man who could be entertained for hours just by looking at me. He was the boss. He drank his scotch, barked his orders, and his need for power increased tenfold.

“Thank you…”

Satisfied, he dropped his hands and began to eat.

The sex was rough too.

He wanted me on top, one hand deep in my hair, the other on my ass. He spanked me to increase my pace, making my skin redden because he did it so many times. He wetted his fingers in his mouth before they returned to my ass and slipped inside.

I slowed down and held on to his shoulders because I’d never experienced that before.

His eyes deepened in desire. “First time?”

I nodded, feeling his fingers pulse inside me.

That seemed to be the answer he wanted, because he gave a loud moan as the pace of his fingers increased. “I’ll do the honors when we get home.”

When sex was finished, he showered then moved back into the sitting room down the hallway. He had his laptop, so he worked on the couch, drinking scotch like water.

There was only one bedroom, so I wondered if he would sleep with me.

I lay there alone for a long time, drifting in and out of sleep, until I eventually got up and went to the living room. “Are you coming to bed?”

He was lying down on the couch, in just boxers. The scotch was on the coffee table beside him. His eyes were closed, so he opened them and looked at me. “I was in bed…until you woke me up.”

“Sorry, I didn’t know you’d fallen asleep.” I eyed the bottle, which was now empty. “You don’t drink this much at home.”

He sighed as he sat up and got to his feet. He moved down the hallway and into the bedroom.

I followed him then got back into bed.

He stepped back into the hallway, closed the door behind him, and locked it.

I was back on my feet instantly. “What are you doing?” I tried the knob, but it wouldn’t turn. “Fender? Why is the door locked?”

“I’ll unlock it in the morning.”

“That wasn’t my question. Why is the door locked?”

No answer.

“Fender?”

“I’ll see you in the morning.” His footsteps sounded down the hallway.

“I don’t want to sleep alone in here!” My voice turned hysterical, and I pounded on the door. I’d had to sleep alone in my cabin for a long time, and it brought all that stress back. “Please don’t leave me in here…please.”

His footsteps grew louder as he returned. “No one will hurt you. I’m right here.”

“Please just unlock the door…” I banged my fists against the wood again.