CHAPTER FIVE
The creaking boards in the upstairs rooms made her nervous. The bed creaked, too, and the loose shutters slapped against the side of the house with every gust of air. She lay stretched out against an old, blue striped mattress. Alex had thrown back the dusty coverlet, while the sheets had disappeared long before they got there. Lying on her stomach, her hungering body writhed still, unable to stop squirming in the heat of erotic agony—at the mercy of Alex Greenwood. Every breath of air that passed over her scorched skin brought back the sensuous pain and made her p***y seek its pleasure.
Alex promised to deny her any further pleasure, and make her painfully suffer if she brought herself off without his assistance. So, she prayed for his hand, or better still his c**k riding
