Chapter Seventeen
The shack was empty when we returned. Gus and I were alone, and he was surprisingly more gruff than ever. Perhaps I’d been more willing than he’d wanted, I hadn’t resisted enough, given him an excuse to exert the savage control of me he seemed to desire. I’d sometimes wondered if he thought he could be a better Dominant than his boss.
As before, Gus tethered me to the fireplace bolt by the leather around my neck, then he tossed me a pillow and several blankets I could use as a bed. Apparently this was where I’d sleep. Once I lay down, he climbed into the cot above me and fell asleep. I spent several minutes adjusting to the awful quiet in the cabin. I heard the hoot of an owl, the cry of a coyote. Having taken a long nap that afternoon, I was afraid that I might lie aw
