Yes

I get up and explore and find there is an ensuite here, at least. I drink some water greedily from the tap as the gag had dried up all the saliva I had in my mouth, leaving it feeling like cardboard.

There is nothing else to do then but return to the bed. I lie on my back and stare up at the ceiling for what seems like hours, with my thoughts going around and around like a hamster on a wheel, but I must have eventually fallen into a deep, exhausted sleep because when I awake, sunlight is shining brightly into the room and Dom is lounging in an armchair opposite the bed, just watching me with that piercing dark gaze that had so fascinated me before all control was taken out of my hands.

“Morning Becca” he smiles as he gets to his feet and walks to the side of the bed. He seems to be in a very cheerful mood and that only worries me more about what he has planned for me now.

“Are you hungry?” he asks me solicitously

I nod my head.

“Kiss me good morning then,” he orders as he leans over me.

“No”, I reply as I try to sit up.

“Wrong answer. ‘Yes Master’ is the correct answer.”

I laugh shortly. “As if. You’re dreaming.”

“Am I?” he raises one of those elegant black eyebrows.

“Yes” I retort.

“Ok” he says simply, straightens, turns, and leaves the room, locking it once more……for what feels like half the day but my watch says it’s only 3 pm. All I have is water from the bathroom and I’m seriously starving now. I decide to hammer on the door a bit more (though it was futile before as well).