STEVE POV
I watched Freya rush to pull on her panties and jumpsuit, and she scrambled toward the door. She yanked the handle over and over, but it didn't budge. I had already triggered the electronic lock from the panel by the bed. She spun around, her face flushed, looking at me like I was the devil himself.
"The door is locked, Freya," I said, leaning back against the dresser. "I hate it when you try to hide that cute, naughty side from me. You were just touching yourself on my lap, and now you’re running for the exit?"
"Open it," she whispered.
"No. “
It seems you need a lesson rather than a punishment," I murmured. I walked toward her until she was backed against the door, She looked up at me, her breath hitching.
"Will you teach me, Steve?"
The way she said it—that innocent fac
