The Life of Anna, Part 4: Ensnared Read online

  “Who says I’m going to stay the night?”

  Her cheeks burned. “Oh. I....” She swallowed and turned away. “Of course. I’m sorry I assumed you were. I shouldn’t have done that.” Would he make her leave when they had sex at his place?

  The TV turned off and she heard him stand and walk up behind her. “I might,” he murmured against her neck. “I haven’t decided.” He reached in front of her, untied the belt to her robe and pushed it off her shoulders so it fell onto the floor. “You have beautiful breasts,” he said, sliding hands up her belly and to her breasts where he kneaded them gently.

  She leaned her head back against his bare chest and sighed.

  “You like that?” he asked softly.

  “Yes,” she sighed. She wasn’t often touched gently anymore, and his touch was surprisingly gentle.

  One hand moved back down her stomach and between her legs. His finger slid between her pussy lips and found her clit. He held her against him with his left hand on her right breast and circled her clit with his other hand. His touch was demanding and she found herself trying to escape his relentless touch. It was too intense to be completely pleasurable. She moaned and writhed against him, trying to get control of her body so she could give him what he wanted. Or what she thought he wanted. But she couldn’t. He kept circling the sensitive nub with just the right amount of pressure that made it not-quite-painful. Her body wouldn’t listen or work the way she wanted it to and her release wouldn’t come.

  She screamed in frustration to being so close but not being able to push over the edge. She’d never not been able to come before.

  “You want to come, don’t you?” he whispered as she struggled against him. Her forehead was wet with sweat and every nerve in her body was on edge.

  “Yes!” she screamed. “Please! Please Peter!” she begged.

  Abruptly he released her and she fell to the floor, panting and shaking.

  “Remove my pants,” he said calmly. She trembled as she rose to her knees and pulled at his belt with nervous fingers. It took her much longer than it normally did to unfasten pants. She wasn’t afraid of him, exactly. She didn’t know how she felt other than the need for release was so intense she could taste it.

  Finally, she was able to push his pants to the ground and his boxer briefs followed shortly after. She stayed on her knees, with his cock at eye level. She licked her lips as she stared at the long, pierced rod, uncertain as to what he wanted her to do.

  “You are well trained,” Peter remarked. “I’m impressed. Most Elder-Mistresses are rather...independent.” He sat on the mattress and ran his fingers through her hair. “I’m not a cruel man, Anna. I don’t enjoy hurting women. But Devin has given me permission to punish you if I deem it necessary.”

  Anna looked at him fearfully. What did all this mean?

  “I will tell you what I expect, and I expect you to do it. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Peter,” she said softly.

  “Stand. I want to see you.”

  Anna stood and he studied her body. She had gained her weight back and she knew she looked like she had before she let herself waste away on drugs.

  “Turn.”

  Anna turned around to face away from him. She felt his hands caressing her ass and thighs. “You have hips. Most dancers are so skinny there’s nothing to hold onto. I like it.” He put his hands on her thighs. “Second position and put your hands on the floor.”

  She stepped her feet apart and bent over at the waist, keeping her legs straight. She looked back between her legs and saw Peter’s eyes dilate as he looked at her wide open pussy. He reached up and caressed the swollen, wet folds and then slid his thumb up to her asshole.

  “Do you like anal?” he asked with a thick voice. She closed her eyes as he caressed the hole.

  “I...I’ve had some enjoyable experiences, but most of the time, not really.”

  His thumb pressed inside and she moaned softly. “Stay still,” he murmured, and she felt his hot mouth on her pussy a moment later.

  As he devoured her, she cried out in pleasure. His tongue was everywhere and his thumb thrust in and out slowly. Her knees threatened to give way when he locked his lips around her clit and sucked hard. He held her thighs so she couldn’t escape, not that she wanted to. She gasped and came with such force that she screamed and clawed against the carpet. She was blinded by the fireworks that exploded behind her eyes. She knew nothing but the waves of pleasure that pulsed through her body.

  As the waves subsided, she felt dizzy and her knees collapsed, making her fall to the ground. She panted for air and her head hung loose between her arms.

  Peter rubbed her back for a moment and then pulled her backwards onto his lap. He sucked on her neck. “Did you like that?” he asked, nipping at the lobe.

  “Yes,” she breathed, and shuddered as aftershocks wracked her body.

  “You have a beautiful body, Anna.” He slid his hand between her legs and lightly stroked her swollen pussy. “I am going to enjoy getting to know it better.” She shuddered as his fingers brushed over her clit.

  When she had caught her breath, he pushed her gently to the bed on her hands and knees. He rode her hard, but he didn’t hurt her. She cried out as he plundered her body, digging his fingers into her hips. He shouted in an unknown language that Anna guessed to be Russian, and pushed himself even deeper as he came.

  He stayed where he was for a minute and then leaned forward to kiss the middle of her back before pulling out and collapsing on the bed next to her.

  She sat on her hip and looked at him nervously. “Are you staying the night?” she asked softly.

  He turned his brown eyes to hers. “Is that okay?”

  She smiled hesitantly. “Whatever you would like, Peter.” She glanced at the TV. “I have to sleep with the TV on, though.”

  He raised his eyebrows. “Why?”

  “I have...unpleasant dreams if I don’t.”

  “Nightmares?” He sat up on his elbow

  Anna shook her head. “No. I just...I don’t like the subject matter.”

  “What are they about?”

  She didn’t really want to tell him. “Is this one of those things that you’re telling me to do?” she asked as respectfully as she could.

  Peter smiled. “No. I was just curious.”

  “I don’t like talking about it.”

  He lay back down. “All right. You don’t have to. We’ll have to talk about that before we move in together. I don’t know if I can sleep with the TV on all the time.”

  Anna picked at the blanket. “They don’t happen every night. But I try to avoid them all the same. Mostly if I’m upset about something.”

  He looked at her curiously and then reached for the remote to turn the TV back on. “Does it need to be loud?”

  Anna blinked in surprise. “Um, no.”

  He turned the volume so she could hear it but it wasn’t overbearing, and set the remote back on the floor. “Okay?”

  She nodded and gave him a grateful smile. She stood to turn the lights off and then spread the blanket to cover the bed. She only had one pillow, and told Peter she didn’t need it, which wasn’t true, but she didn’t want to be rude.

  He didn’t cuddle with her, but didn’t scoot away either. She turned on her side to face away from him and stared into the darkness. Peter was difficult to figure out. He was kind and intimidating and demanding and thoughtful all at once. He was an enigma.

  She tried to ignore the questions in her mind and concentrated on the inane laughter that came from the TV.

  Chapter Twelve

  Anna awoke to feel a warm body shifting closer to her, a gentle hand caressing her back. She knew better than to stiffen in surprise, but she wanted to turn over and look. The body moved above her, pushed her legs apart, and a large cock slowly entered her body. Hands held her arms above her head and she was pressed into the mattress, unable to move. The cock moved in and out, slowly at first, but then p
icked up speed. It felt good. He moved in such a way that his cock rubbed against the sensitive spot inside her.

  She moaned and tried to move her hips against him, but couldn’t. She could only accept him into her body and allow him to work that small spot until she felt the tingling increase into orgasm. He shouted out his climax a moment later, then lay panting on top of her.

  Anna hoped he hadn’t fallen back asleep. He was heavy and it was difficult to breathe. When he rolled off a little later, she sucked in a deep breath and turned to look at her new “boyfriend.” He was watching her intently with his cognac-colored eyes, and smiled when she looked at him.

  “Dobroye utro,” he said quietly and propped his head on his fist.

  “Does that mean good morning?” she asked hesitantly.

  Peter nodded. “Da.”

  “Good morning,” she said with a nervous smile. “Do I...I mean, did you enjoy yourself...with me?”

  His eyes lit up. “Oh, yes. Very much so. If nothing else, we’ll have great sex.”

  Anna smiled timidly and then looked down at the bed. He hadn’t hurt her yet. She couldn’t complain.

  “I was thinking maybe we could go apartment hunting today, unless you have previous plans.”

  “No, I...don’t do much. I don’t have to go with you. My input won't be of much consequence.”

  “You don’t have an opinion on where you live?” he seemed bewildered.

  “Why would I? As long as Devin approves, that’s all that matters.”

  He looked at her for a long moment without speaking. “What if he wanted you to live in a metal box with no windows?”

  “Then that’s where I would live,” she answered softly. “I try very hard to obey him. I....” She sighed. “My devotion must be to him and him alone. I dance because he wants me to dance. I eat because he wants me to eat. It’s just easier that way.” She looked up to see Peter frowning at her. “You don’t believe me?”

  “I think that it is sad that you believe that. He cares about you a great deal. He told me he wanted me to help him keep an eye on you because you needed to be watched at all times.”

  She stared for a moment. “I suppose that’s true,” she conceded. “Though I don’t think he cares about me. Not anymore, at least. Maybe I can be a better slave to him if you’re there to remind me.”

  *****

  Peter took her out with him to look for an apartment, regardless of her protests that she didn’t care what he chose. They drove around areas that Peter had been told were nice and toured various buildings. Anna had gotten used to her little apartment and the ones they looked at seemed enormous by comparison. Peter liked apartments near the water and they saw several near the Bay that he liked. He always asked her opinion and she told him they were nice. He didn’t seem to understand that she didn’t care.

  “I think I like that one by the bridge the best,” he said as they were eating dinner at a Mexican restaurant.

  “Okay.” She picked at her rice and reminded herself that she needed to eat or Devin would get angry.

  He put his fork down and glared at her. “You know, Anna. I’m trying to be nice and make sure you like the place we’re going to live. And you don’t seem to care.”

  “I’m sorry, Peter. But I told you, it doesn’t matter. Your opinion matters, not mine.” She could see he was upset, but didn’t know what else to say. “Why don’t you ask Devin?”

  He hit the table and Anna jumped. “I don't care what Devin thinks.” He cursed in Russian. “Finish eating. I’m taking you home.”

  Anna ate a few more bites and then indicated she was done.

  He muttered in Russian the entire drive home. He pulled up in front of her apartment and stopped. “No wonder you drive Devin crazy. You can’t even do something as simple as offer your opinion.”

  Anna blinked back the tears and reached for the door handle to escape, but snatched her hand back and looked at Peter.

  “Get out. I’ll see you in the morning.”

  “Yes, Peter,” she said and quickly exited the car. His tires squealed as he pulled away from the curb.

  She went into her apartment, flung herself on the bed and cried. She couldn’t do anything right. Devin was right, she was useless. She undressed, turned on the TV and turned out the light.

  *****

  A pounding on her apartment door woke her later. She stumbled to the door to find Devin glaring at her.

  “Dammit, Anna. Why do I have to keep coming here to deal with you?” He pushed her against the wall and closed the door behind him. He grabbed her hair and dragged her further into the apartment where he pushed her down onto the bed. “You fucking pissed off Peter and I promised him I’d deal with your attitude.”

  “But Devin, I—”

  He slapped her across the face. “I don’t want to hear it, Anna. I’m sick of having to remind you how to behave.” He pulled a syringe out of his pocket and waved it in her face.

  “No! No, Devin please,” she shrieked. “Please, I’ll do better. I promise.”

  Devin grinned. “This stuff really works on you, doesn’t it?” He grabbed her hair and injected the fluid before she could pull away. “You always promise and always fail, Anna. I just can’t trust you to keep your word. At least I have someone to tell me what you’re up to now. If he can stand you, I’ll have you move in with him sooner rather than later.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Anna dragged herself out of bed only a couple of hours after Devin left. She hadn’t slept because the injection hadn’t worn off completely and every movement brought pain. She dressed for class and it hurt to put her clothes on. But she had to go. It was a performance day. And she had to apologize to Peter for being apathetic.

  She slowly walked to the theater and made her way to the stage. Peter was there, surrounded by girls, and ignored her. She slumped to the ground and pulled her shoes out of her bag. Oh! She just wanted to curl up on the floor and go to sleep. But she had many steps to dance before she could go home and take a nap. Or maybe she’d just curl up in the dressing room and sleep there. Yeah, that sounded like a good idea.

  “He lost interest in you already?” Jackie, one of the Corps girls, asked.

  Anna shrugged but didn’t say anything. She was too tired, too achy to expend the energy it took to answer.

  “Anna, what happened to you?” Isaak squatted down next to her and lifted her chin. “You have a bruise on your cheek and you look like you haven’t slept.”

  “I do?”

  He nodded. “Did Peter...?”

  She shook her head. “No. Just Devin.”

  Isaak frowned. “Did you sleep at all last night?”

  Anna shook her head.

  “Go to Aaron’s dressing room and sleep. I’ll tell him what you’re doing.”

  “But Isaak, I can dance....”

  Isaak shook his head. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself. Go sleep. Just get a good warm up this afternoon, okay?”

  Anna nodded and stumbled her way slowly to Aaron’s dressing room. The moment her head hit the couch, she was sound asleep.

  *****

  Something brushed Anna’s cheek and she jumped and opened her eyes.

  “Aaron!” She sat up quickly and looked around. “Where am I?”

  “My dressing room. Isaak sent you in here to sleep, remember?”

  Anna blinked several times as she got oriented. “Oh, yeah.”

  Aaron reached up to stroke her cheek and she winced. “Devin hit you?”

  She nodded. “I...misbehaved.”

  He grimaced. “I can’t imagine what you did was really that bad. He just wants any excuse to hit you.”

  “Does it really matter whether he has a good reason or not? He’s my Master. He can do what he wants.”

  “No, it doesn’t matter because he shouldn’t hit you regardless.” Aaron sighed. “What did he say you did?”

  “I upset Peter.” Anna twisted her hands together.

  “You
upset Peter? What happened?”

  Anna sighed. “I told him I didn’t care what apartment he picked out.”

  “Why would you care about his apartment?”

  “Because we’ll move in together eventually. And he wanted to know which one I liked. I told him I don’t care. That my opinion doesn’t matter and if he really wants to know if it’s an okay apartment he should ask Devin.”

  Aaron frowned. “It sounds like Peter was just trying to be nice, Anna.”

  Anna’s shoulders slumped and she looked at her hands. Yes. Peter was just trying to be nice. Aaron was right.

  “I don’t know why Devin thinks I’d be able to be successful in a relationship. But I guess it doesn’t really have to be successful. We just have to stay together.”

  “It’s too bad you can’t be with someone who really cares about you,” Aaron said in a low voice.

  She turned to look sadly into his eyes. She knew he was talking about himself. “He’d hurt you, Aaron.” Oh, how that hurt to say! She reached out to stroke his cheek. “I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you,” she whispered.

  They gazed at each other for a long time and then suddenly their lips were touching. Aaron put his hand on the back of her head to keep her from escaping when she pushed against him, albeit unenthusiastically. His lips seized hers and his kiss was full of every emotion that had plagued him for years. Anna finally relented and let him kiss her, returning his kiss and emotions with abandon.

  “Oh, Anna,” he murmured against her lips. “I’ve missed you so much.”

  Tears rolled down her cheeks as she wrapped her arms around his neck and held him as tightly as he held her. His lips didn’t part from hers as he pushed her back onto the couch and moved on top of her. He stroked her neck and pulled her leotard off her shoulder before kissing her neck and collarbone and shoulder.

  Anna pressed her head back into the couch and sighed as Aaron’s hand moved down to her breast, bringing her leotard down with it. His lips followed his hands and his mouth quickly found her breast.