Chapter Three
It seemed to happen by accident, whenever Franny was least expecting anything s****l; Jack would move on her like a soft breeze that flutters by your face, the next instant turning raw as a North wind, with threatening clouds from a darker place following on its heels. Ordinary moments became excursions into other worlds.
It helped that she was perpetually aroused by him. A gnawing pain in her stomach and especially below was simmering on low, there for when Jack was ready to make it explode.
It happened once in the back room between morning and lunch. She was wearing the sensuous T-shirt dress that buttoned bottom to top, and she found herself strung up amid corrugated boxes. Jack tied her wrists together before she comprehended the move, and flinging the rope over a beam
