Anna had no way of telling how long it was when she finally heard the door opening. It seemed a long, long time, time that was spent by her in dreadful apprehension of the man’s appearance but also in a lust driving anticipation of her upcoming use. All sensations of sight and speech denied her, her mind kept returning to her opened s*x behind her and the use to which it would be put.
The heavy door deadened all sound from the hallway and she had not heard the man’s approach. She gave a start when the latch to the door turned and suppressed a sob. She heard Devlin’s footsteps cross the room and come to a halt at the foot of the bed. She felt his cold, hard eyes pouring over her naked, exposed rear. She expected to hear some taunt, some insulting reference to her sluttishness, her wantonne
