The Life of Anna, Part 5: Emerged Page 4

  “Please, Aaron,” she rasped, wiggling beneath him. She opened her legs and he groaned in appreciation.

  “God, I’ve missed you,” he said and thrust inside her with one movement.

  Anna arched her back and cried out softly as he filled her. He kissed her as he began moving. She wrapped her legs around his waist and met his thrusts, both of them quickly climbing the road to ecstasy and reaching the peak together. Aaron cried out Anna’s name and clung to her as he pumped her full of himself.

  He kissed her again as their heart rates slowed and he rolled to his side. She rested her head on his chest and wrapped her arm around his waist as he kissed the top of her head. “I’m so glad you’re finally here,” he whispered.

  Chapter Four

  “What will I do while you’re gone?” Anna asked as she sat on Aaron’s bed early the next morning. He was cramming a few last minute things in his suitcase.

  “Haven’t you ever masturbated before?”

  Anna’s eyes widened. “You mean touch myself?”

  Aaron chuckled. “Yeah. Most people do it.”

  Anna shook her head. “I would be punished if I did that.”

  Aaron made a face. “Hon, Devin’s not here. There’s no one to punish you.” He grinned. “You should try it. You might like it.”

  Anna frowned at the thought. “I don’t know if I could.”

  “When I get back I’m gonna buy you a vibrator.” He paused. “Or maybe not. If you use that you won’t need me.”

  “I’d much rather have flesh and blood inside me than plastic.”

  He grinned. “Good.” He leaned down and kissed her deeply. “I’m gonna miss you.”

  “Me too,” she murmured against his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck.

  He pulled away and zipped up his suitcase. “We’ll be back Sunday afternoon. Call Tom if you need anything.”

  Anna nodded and reached for her pajamas so she could walk him to the apartment door. “You...will return, right?” she asked in a shaky voice.

  Aaron looked at her with sad eyes. “It’s just a ballet tour. Nothing dangerous.”

  She took a deep breath. “Yeah.” Everything would be fine.

  “Would you feel better if I called you every few days?”

  Anna’s heart lightened and she nodded. “Yeah, that might help.”

  “Okay. I’ll do that. I’ll call you when we land too.”

  “Thank you for understanding, Aaron.”

  “I remember Alex. I know what you went through. I never want you to feel that way again.”

  They hugged one last time, Aaron repeated his admonitions about being safe and not going out alone after dark and then he left. Anna went to his bed and fell back asleep, hugging his pillow.

  *****

  Later that morning, Anna woke up feeling refreshed and decided to go exploring. She had heard of the big New York City library and decided she would go find it.

  According to the map on her phone, it was a thirty-five minute walk. Forty-five if she went through Central Park. She had all day to herself and decided to take the scenic route.

  She was glad she did. Central Park was amazing with the first hints of spring breaking through the winter barrenness. It smelled so good and was filled with interesting people. Maybe she would find a good book to read and return and spend some time reading here. The air was cool but not cold.

  Anna walked slowly down Fifth Avenue admiring the stores and restaurants. She imagined she looked pretty silly, mouth open in awe of the “big city” but she was having an incredible time and didn’t care.

  A mile down the road she finally reached the library. What a magnificent building! White marble with regal columns and lions and stairs. She stood outside for a good ten minutes just taking it all in before walking slowly up the steps and into the historic building. She’d arrived just in time for the library to open and was thrilled to find out that there was a tour available in an hour. She bought a ticket and kept herself busy by wandering around the first floor. She hadn’t been in a library in years and was excited to learn about “her new library.” She even got a library card after silently thanking Tom for the New York driver’s license.

  *****

  At dinnertime, Anna settled onto the couch with a sandwich she’d bought at a deli on the way home. She was laughing at the sitcom she’d flipped on when there was a knock at the door. She jumped at the sound and cautiously walked to the door and opened it.

  “Tommy?” she asked with astonishment.

  Tommy grinned sheepishly. “Hey Anna. I just...wanted to see how you were settling in.”

  “Oh, well, come on in.” She stepped aside and Tommy walked in and looked around.

  “Nice place,” he commented.

  “Thanks. I live with Aaron.”

  “Yeah.” Tommy nodded. “Is he here?”

  She shook her head. “No, he’s flying to the Netherlands. He’ll be back next week.”

  “Oh.”

  Anna looked at his handsome face and smiled tenderly. “How are things with you?”

  “Good.” He blew out a breath and shoved his hands into his pockets. “Found out that Kim’s pregnant.”

  Anna blinked and tried to ignore the stabbing pain in her heart. “Oh, that’s...that’s great, Tommy.” She smiled weakly. “Are you happy?”

  He shrugged. “Yeah. I mean, it’s good. It’s time to start the family. I just....” He sighed. “It’s just weird, knowing I’m gonna be a dad.”

  “I bet you’ll be a great dad,” she whispered, struggling to keep her emotions in check.

  Tommy stepped closer to her and she could smell his cologne, bringing so many memories to the forefront of her mind. He ran his knuckles gently across her cheek. “I miss you,” he whispered. “It kills me, knowing you’re in the city and...not with me.” He sighed. “I wish I’d waited for you.” His blue eyes filled with emotion as he stared intently into her eyes.

  Anna’s lips parted and she trembled at his words. “Me too,” she whispered.

  He slowly slid his hands around the back of her head and bent his head down to hers. His lips brushed hers lightly, waiting for permission to kiss her. Anna hesitated. She wanted him to, oh so much, but....

  “We shouldn’t,” she said in a hoarse voice as she leaned forward slightly.

  His lips enveloped her bottom one gently. “I know.” His tongue traced her bottom lip as his thumb caressed the sensitive spot behind her ear.

  “Tommy...,” she whispered, pleading for him to continue; pleading for him to stop. She didn’t know what she wanted.

  “Anna....” He stepped even closer and captured her lips with his, holding her head gently with both hands. Her hands slid up his hard chest and over his shoulders. His tongue slipped between her parted lips and past her teeth, stroking, caressing, dancing and taking her breath away. His arms wrapped tightly around her, holding her close.

  She clung to him as if he were a life vest in the middle of the ocean. His kisses became more insistent, his embrace, tighter. He slid his hands down her back and pressed his fingers into her ass, her hips against his.

  “Tommy,” she moaned softly as she felt him hard against her.

  “Where’s your room?” he asked against her lips, his voice husky.

  She pointed down the hall and he picked her up and carried her around the corner and to her room, placing her gently on her bed. He stretched out next to her and pulled her close to kiss her again. His kiss was deep, passionate, loving. He caressed her back, her ass, her hips and finally moved his hand up to cup her breast gently. She broke the kiss to gasp as he thumbed her nipple over her cotton camisole. The heat from his hand scorched her skin.

  He kissed her neck when she leaned her head back, sucking on the skin above her collarbone. She moaned softly as he kissed her nipple over the soft material and sucked on it through the fabric. It puckered under his skilled mouth and she arched her back to press her breast deeper into his mouth.

/>   She cried out softly as he pulled the camisole away, exposing the sensitive skin and softly bit her now engorged peak. Her hands got lost in his hair as he swirled his tongue around and around, the nipple ring being jostled with the movements.

  She caressed his cock over his jeans and he moved his hips in rhythm against her hand.

  “Touch me,” he rasped.

  Anna quickly unfastened his jeans and wrapped her hand around his cock. She caressed his piercings and smiled at the throbbing hardness. They quickly disposed of their clothing and Anna knelt next to his hips and took him into her mouth, moaning at his taste.

  “Oh, God, Anna!” He pulled at her hips and adjusted her legs so that she was straddling his head.

  He held her hips and buried his tongue into her swollen pussy. She gasped against his cock as he sucked her clit hard, kneading her ass and brushing his fingers against her asshole.

  He knew her body well. Knew how to make her moan and scream in passion. And he did both. She tried to concentrate on his delicious cock, but his tongue lapped at her clit as he sucked on it. She felt herself tingling and then she leaned her head back as her orgasm rushed through her body.

  “Tommy!” she cried, trying to pull away, but he held her firm until he sucked every ounce of pleasure out of her.

  Tommy pushed her to her side and moved quickly above her, her head at the foot of the bed. In one swift move he was inside her and kissing her. His tongue mimicked the movements of his cock, thrusting slowly in and out. Anna moaned loudly and met his rhythm enthusiastically. His movements were deep and deliberate, making her moan with each deep thrust. Her fingernails dug into his back as she felt another orgasm building.

  “God, Anna!” he shouted and cursed as his cock throbbed deep inside her. She followed quickly and her muscles clenched around him.

  He held her tightly and kissed her as he softened inside her. He nuzzled her neck and then rolled to his side, stroking her arm as he gazed lovingly into her eyes. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

  Anna grinned and turned to face him. “I think you’ve learned some new moves.”

  He chuckled. “Maybe.” He kissed her again, sliding his hands down her back and hips. “Perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

  She ran her hand slowly over his chest and abs, loving every inch of him. She’d missed him so much.

  Music sounded loudly, making them both jump.

  “Fuck,” Tommy said, sitting up and reaching for his jeans. He pressed the screen and stood, running his hand through his hair. “Hey, baby,” he said in a gentle tone that wrenched Anna’s heart. “Yeah, just getting some air...yeah...I can do that...okay...yeah, be home soon...love you, too.”

  Anna sat up and stared at her blanket. His wife. She swallowed back tears and blinked rapidly.

  Tommy shrugged his clothes on. “I’m sorry, Anna. I have to get home.”

  Anna nodded, but didn’t trust her voice to say anything. He paused after he’d dressed, standing next to the bed.

  “I’m sorry,” he whispered. He leaned down to kiss her head and then left the room. She heard the apartment door open and close a moment later and she kept staring at the blanket, trying to understand how she felt. To put words to the pain in her heart.

  Used. She felt used. She was a cheap prostitute for him to use and then go home to his wife.

  No, Tommy truly cared for her. He helped her escape.

  But he had a wife and a child on the way. A family to go home to. Anna was a distraction from his responsibilities.

  She rubbed her face. Confusion filled her heart. She’d never felt like this before. Intellectually, she knew she’d been used for years; since Devin first touched her after her parent’s funeral. Maybe even before then. Why did it bother her now?

  She was an Elder-Mistress. Her body was to be used as the Elders pleased. She was trained to please their every desire.

  Then why did she feel so empty? Was it the illusion of freedom? Was her freedom just an illusion? Or was it real? Did pretending something was true make it true? Was she a prostitute? After all, wasn’t that what they all really were? Slaves. Sex slaves. Unpaid prostitutes.

  What was she? Was she a Mistress or a free woman? As an Elder-Mistress, what just happened shouldn’t bother her. As a free woman, what just happened broke her heart. Katrina was the free woman. Anna was the slave. Was she Anna? Or was she Katrina?

  Who did she want to be? Did it matter what she wanted? The reality was that she was Anna. Katrina was an illusion to keep Devin from finding her.

  Part of her wanted to embrace Katrina. To find out what it was really like to be “free.” But could she? Could she dare try to be something she’d never been before? And what did that mean anyway? Saying no to men? She didn’t know if she could do that.

  What did it mean to be free?

  The answer eluded her and made her head hurt. She was too tired to think about it right now. She went into her bathroom to take a shower and then watched TV until she couldn’t keep her eyes open and fell asleep on the couch.

  *****

  Devin stared out the window of his downtown office. Where the hell was Anna? How was she eluding his search? Someone, somewhere, had to know where she was. Someone had to be helping her. There’s no way she could have done this on her own.

  Who was helping her? Surely Wilhelm had something to do with this, but his activities showed nothing suspicious.

  Damn Ian for his betrayal.

  If Anna was hiding, he had to get her to reveal herself. But how? What could compel to her to come out of hiding?

  Chapter Five

  Anna leaned her head on the barre and gulped for air. She’d never been so tired from practicing before. Then again, she’d never had so much one-on-one attention before.

  It was Monday afternoon, and she and Hugo had been dancing since ten-thirty that morning with a brief break for lunch. She didn’t know how much more she could take.

  “C’mon, Kittycat. One more time and then we’ll call it a day.”

  She smiled at the nickname he’d come up with for her. If nothing else, her new name certainly allowed for interesting variations. A new experience indeed.

  Hugo handed her a towel to wipe her face. “You’re doing fantastic, Katrina. Don't give up.”

  Anna gave him a doubtful look as she patted her face. “I don’t understand how you move so fast. I don’t think my body was made for that.”

  He gave her that brilliant grin of his. “You’d be surprised. You’ll get it. We have all week.” His eyes glinted with humor.

  “A week, huh?” She couldn’t help but grin back. His smiles were contagious. “All right.” She groaned as she straightened.

  “After we’re done, I’ll buy you dinner. How does that sound?”

  Anna gave him a shy smile. “Okay.”

  He chuckled and walked to the front of the room and nodded to the pianist. The music began and Anna danced. She hoped it would soon become as exhilarating as it seemed it should be.

  *****

  By Saturday afternoon, Anna was feeling more confident in her dancing. Something had clicked that morning and she finally “got it.” Hugo cheered as she finished the dance.

  “That was...amazing, Katrina. Truly amazing.” He came to stand in front of her with a huge smile on his dark face. “Good job,” he said in a softer tone. “I knew you could do it, Kittycat.” His eyes glowed as he looked at her.

  Anna gazed up into his topaz eyes and her heart fluttered. They had spent hours and hours and hours together this week, and she had grown quite fond of him. She smiled shyly and turned to get her water bottle but he grabbed her hand.

  “Dance with me,” he said, his voice low. He looked at Suzie, the pianist. “Giselle, second act.”

  Anna shook her head. “No, I can't....” She had spent all week trying to immerse herself into Katrina and that dance was too much a part of Anna. She was afraid of slipping back.

  The music started and she stood with her
eyes closed. It swirled around her like a silk ribbon and she was powerless to resist. Her body moved of its own accord, her eyes still closed, remembering. She danced for Alex. She mourned for him through her dance, as if dancing could somehow heal the wound his death had left. She and Hugo danced as one and he lifted her effortlessly and supported her with his strong hands.

  When the music ended, she opened her eyes and realized she had danced the entire thing with her eyes closed. Tears burned her eyes and she turned away so Hugo wouldn’t see.

  “Who was he?” he asked softly, holding her hand to keep her from walking away.

  She turned back to him, surprised. “Who was who?”

  “The one you danced for. I could...feel your emotions. You were mourning.” He shook his head. “I’ve never seen anyone dance like you do, Katrina.”

  He watched her expectantly as she wiped her eyes. “My husband,” she said softly. “Alex. He died four years ago…almost exactly four years ago.” It was the beginning of April. Almost to the day when Wilhelm came to tell her that Alex was gone.

  “You must have married very young.”

  “I was twenty.” She looked down at her ring and shook her head. “We weren’t even married three months when he died. I keep asking myself why I still wear my wedding ring.” She felt kind of silly still wearing the ring, but she couldn’t bring herself to take it off, even though Devin wasn’t around to make her wear it. “He meant the world to me,” she said softly. Alex had saved her.

  “I’m so sorry.”

  “Thanks.” She sighed. “You must think I’m silly, hanging on to him for so long.”

  “Sometimes people leave such a deep imprint on our hearts that they never go away.” Hugo gave her a sad smile and the pain showing in his eyes made her wonder if there was someone who had made him feel the same way.