The Life of Anna, Part 4: Ensnared Read online

  “Oh!” she cried softly as he sucked on her nipple.

  Within a few minutes, they had disposed of their clothing and Aaron’s body covered Anna’s, their bare skin rubbing against each other, sharing desperate emotions that had been pent up for years. She felt his hard cock against her thigh and pulled her legs apart, hoping he’d enter her.

  “I need you,” she whispered.

  Aaron kissed her and moved his cock to her entrance. When he pressed forward, they both sighed and when he was buried deep inside of her, they moaned collectively.

  “God, Anna, I love you,” he moaned as he began moving.

  “I love you, Aaron,” she whispered, matching his movements and rhythms. Her legs wrapped around his hips and they made love with desperate abandon. They gazed into each other’s eyes as their bodies moved as one. Pleasure and love mixed together.

  The tension built and suddenly both exploded with passionate cries as their orgasms overtook them. Their bodies tensed together for a long moment and then slowly relaxed.

  Aaron kissed her neck and then her lips, looking at her with such love she could hardly stand it. The only other man who had ever looked at her like that was Alex. She cradled his cheek and kissed him soundly.

  He propped himself on his elbows and smiled at her. “That was better than I remembered,” he whispered.

  She giggled and her eyes sparkled. “I agree.” He was still inside her and she moved her hips and squeezed his softening cock, making him shiver and moan softly.

  “Anna...,” he whispered and kissed her again.

  Unexpectedly, the door opened and they heard a low growl. Aaron and Anna both jumped and turned to see a very angry Peter standing in the doorway. He glared and stepped into the room, slamming the door behind him.

  Aaron held Anna close to him. “Get out, Peter.”

  “You’re fucking my girlfriend,” Peter growled. “I think I have a right to say something.”

  “If you had actual feelings for her, I’d feel bad. But you’re just with her because Devin told you to.”

  Peter’s eyes narrowed and he glanced at Anna and then looked back at Aaron. “Well, then. If you know that, then you know what a dangerous situation you’ve put yourself in.”

  “No, Peter!” Anna exclaimed and untangled herself from Aaron’s arms. She fell to the floor in front of him and bowed at his feet. “Please don't hurt him. Please don’t tell Devin.” She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. “Please,” she begged.

  “You beg as his cum drips out of your pussy?” Peter said derisively. “Devin gave you to me. You don’t have the right to let anyone else touch you, Anna.” Peter looked down at Aaron’s cock and then his hand, where he wore a sapphire ring that Anna hadn’t noticed before. “A common Brother dares to fuck an Elder-Mistress? That’s even stupider.”

  “My Elder gave me permission to be with her.”

  “Devin would never—”

  “Devin is not my Elder. Wilhelm is. And Alex, her husband and Master, gave me permission before he died.”

  “Alex is dead. His word no longer stands.”

  “Maybe. But Wilhelm took ownership of her after Alex died, and he also gave me permission.”

  “Wilhelm is forbidden from contacting her.”

  “He is still her Master,” Aaron retorted. “Devin can’t change that, no matter how badly he wishes he could. She was given to the Germans by her father before she married Alex. If anything, Wilhelm’s claim is more legitimate.”

  Peter stared at Aaron and didn’t speak. He looked troubled. Anna remained on her knees and watched Peter’s changing expressions on his face. Finally, he sighed and spoke calmly. “Don’t touch her again. Keep your distance and I won’t say anything to Devin.”

  Anna’s mouth dropped open in surprise. He wouldn’t tell Devin?

  Aaron gave Anna a pained look. “Don’t punish her. She didn’t start it. I did.”

  Peter nodded stiffly and then looked at Anna. “Get dressed.”

  She pulled on her tights and leotard as quickly as possible and Aaron pulled on a pair of sweats.

  “Pull your bun out,” Peter barked. “You look like you’ve been fucking on a couch.”

  Anna brushed her hair out with her fingers and stood looking nervously at Peter. He studied her face and then reached out to touch the bruise on her cheek. “What happened?”

  “Devin was angry that I had upset you yesterday. He...gave me an attitude adjustment.”

  “Do you see what he does to her?” Aaron growled. “This is nothing compared to the things I’ve seen.”

  Peter held up his hand to Aaron and then looked at him. “Keep your distance,” he said, but not unkindly.

  When she was dressed, Peter took her hand and led her out of Aaron’s dressing room. “Why were you in Aaron’s dressing room? I didn’t see you during rehearsal.”

  “Isaak sent me to sleep. I...didn’t sleep last night and he knew it.”

  “Why didn’t you sleep?”

  “Because Devin came over.”

  “All night?”

  She shook her head. “But the injection didn’t wear off until I got here this morning and I couldn’t sleep.”

  “Injection?”

  Anna shrugged. “He calls it nerve juice. It...makes the lightest touch feel like razor blades.” She touched her cheek. “This he gave me before he used the syringe.” She turned to Peter. “I’m sorry I angered you yesterday. I...think the apartment is very nice.”

  He stopped and looked at her. “He really hurt you because of me?” he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

  “It’s okay. I can handle it.” She didn’t want to make him feel bad.

  Peter sighed and looked troubled again. He kissed her gently on the lips. “You should go warm up. I’ll see you later.” He turned and walked away.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Anna went to the dressing room and warmed up in an empty corner. She worried about Aaron. Being with him again had been incredible. But would Peter keep his word? Why wouldn’t he tell Devin? He told Devin that she’d pissed him off yesterday, why was this different? She’d never forgive herself if something happened to Aaron.

  When she had warmed up sufficiently, she began to get ready for the performance as the other girls were doing. They ignored her for the most part, though she saw them whispering and looking at her every once in a while. She lifted her chin and put on her protective icy exterior again.

  “Does Peter know you’re a slut?” someone asked as Anna was pulling her costume from the rack.

  Anna looked up to see Jackie giving her a look of disdain. “What are you talking about?”

  “I saw you opening night. Going off with all those men. You get off on fucking married men in public?”

  Anna felt tears coming to her eyes and shame filling her.

  Stop it, Anna. She was tired of being a doormat. At least she could stand up to the dancers without getting in trouble with Devin.

  She pushed away the shame and narrowed her eyes at Jackie. “Do you want me to share them with you?” She laughed and looked her up and down. “Though you’re probably too skinny to hold their interest.”

  “I didn’t know fat girls were the rage these days.”

  Anna gave her a wicked smile. “Your dad seemed to enjoy my fat body. Though his cock was so tiny I could hardly feel him.”

  Jackie’s eyes widened and she took a swing at Anna, who ducked easily out of the way. “Don’t you dare talk about my dad that way.”

  Anna laughed again. “Has he started comparing your pathetic little body to mine? Jealous that he wants me instead of you?”

  “Why you little bitch!” Jackie lunged at her, pushing Anna to the ground. “My dad would never do that to me.”

  “Because you’re not worth it,” Anna snarled, holding her hands up in front of her face to block the other girl’s blows. She got a hold of one of Jackie’s wrists and twisted it like Devin had done to her. Jackie fell to her knees
. She studied Jackie’s face. “Is your dad’s name Mel?”

  “How did you...?”

  Anna grinned menacingly. “I know your dad,” she said softly, kneeling down in front of her. “I’ve watched him lust after me and lick his lips as he stared at my pussy.” Anna’s voice filled with spite as she lowered her voice even more. “He’s not good enough for me to bother with. I only fuck important men.” She gave Jackie’s wrist one last twist, and then stood and pushed her way through the crowd that had gathered.

  “Anna!”

  She froze at the anger in Isaak’s voice. Isaak walked to her and gave her a disapproving look. “What the hell is wrong with you? You don’t start fights.”

  Anna was about to give a smart remark when she looked behind Isaak and saw Peter standing in the doorway frowning at her. Her anger melted, replaced with fear.

  She looked at Isaak. “I’m sorry,” she whispered and ran out of the room, pushing past Peter and running out the nearby exit.

  She could feel Peter’s anger as he walked up behind her. “I said I wouldn’t tell Devin about Aaron, because you seemed like a lost little girl. But you’re really nothing but a bitch, aren’t you?” He turned her around to face him. “I don’t know what to think of you, Anna. I really don’t. Devin said you might need discipline, and I was beginning to disbelieve him. Did you have Aaron lie for you?”

  “Lie?”

  “All that stuff about Wilhelm and him having permission to be with you? Is he some past lover that you don’t want to get rid of? Or are you just defiant and like being punished?”

  Anna blinked, not knowing what to say. “I would never ask Aaron to lie for me. I know Alex told him he could...comfort me before he left. I don’t know what Wilhelm told him. I didn’t even know Aaron was a Brother until recently. I haven’t slept with Aaron since we broke up shortly after I turned twenty. We were dating and then Isaak made us break up because I was a student and he was in the company.” She looked up at Peter. “I will stay away from him to keep him safe. He was my best friend. And Alex’s too. I would do anything to keep him from getting hurt.”

  Peter studied her as she spoke. “Why were you fighting with that girl? Jackie, is that her name?”

  Anna sighed and told him what happened. He watched her carefully as she talked, weighing her words carefully. “I’m tired of crying at everything. I can’t stand up to anyone without fear of being punished. But I thought I could with her. Though her father is a Brother and I’ll probably be punished anyway.” She stared at the ground.

  “I went and filled out the application for the apartment this afternoon. I’ll be moving in this week. I want you to move in with me when I do.”

  “Why so quickly? I thought you didn’t like me.”

  Peter shrugged. “The sooner you are staying with me, the better I can keep an eye on you.”

  *****

  When she was at the theater the rest of the week, she stayed away from Aaron and Aaron stayed away from her. Travis and Jenna avoided her too. She suspected Aaron warned them to. She began to feel lonelier than she had before Devin had brought Peter to the city. She danced her best during classes and performances and hoped Devin and Peter would be pleased.

  By Friday afternoon, Anna and Peter were living together in the apartment that Peter had picked out. Anna had to admit it was much nicer than where she’d been staying. It was four times the size, with floor-to-ceiling windows at the end of each room. Half of the apartment consisted of a large kitchen with breakfast bar, a dining area and living area. The other half consisted of the bathroom, two huge closets and a bedroom that could easily fit a king-sized bed along with a small desk.

  For the first few nights, Peter let her sleep with the TV on, but then said he couldn’t deal with it anymore and made her turn it off. She was so afraid of her dreams that she managed to keep herself from sleeping too heavily and avoided them. When she began to see the room, she managed to wake herself before it fully materialized. She didn’t want to see Alex.

  Peter put up pictures of his family and of the St. Petersburg countryside. Every day, Anna had to look at the picture of the man who took Alex away from her. What seemed even worse was that Peter had his eyes, so every time she looked at him, she saw Vitaly. She liked looking at the nature pictures, though. St. Petersburg was very pretty, whether covered in snow or not. Anna was fascinated with the pictures and found herself staring at them at odd times.

  Peter kept sex very impersonal. He always approached her from behind and would only have anal with her. He said he would not use her pussy again until she knew with her whole body that he was in control of her, with deference to Devin. They had sex every night and every morning. He used lube, which Anna was thankful for, and did thank him, several times. This seemed to please Peter. At night, he would caress her clit in that special way he had that wouldn’t bring release. When she had screamed and begged and pleaded for a sufficient amount of time, he would put her on all fours and suck on her clit until she came with an orgasm that shook her entire body. Then he would fuck her ass and then go to sleep.

  After Petrushka finished, they had a few weeks off before Nutcracker rehearsals began. For the most part, Anna stayed in the apartment. Peter had made friends with many of the dancers and went out with them. He didn’t invite Anna, and she stayed home alone.

  Isaak called her one day and told her that she had been promoted to soloist and that she would be one of the ribbon dancers in the second act of the Nutcracker. “Don’t make me regret this decision, Anna,” he warned.

  When classes and rehearsals began again, Anna found herself thankful to be around people again, even if they ignored her. She and Peter joined the principals and soloists during morning classes. Peter never held her, or even kissed her unless they were at the theater or studio. When they were at home, he ignored her, unless he wanted sex. She began to look forward to being at the studio, just so he would be affectionate towards her, although the schizophrenic relationship was starting to take a toll on her emotions. She became very shy again and wouldn’t speak to anyone. She was no longer the ice queen. She was once again the scared little girl who had left Jack’s house.

  She put all her energy into dancing and hoped that both Peter and Devin would see how hard she was trying. When Devin wanted her on Friday nights, she would sit at his feet and do exactly what he asked of her without thinking about it. Peter would pick her up the next afternoon and take her home.

  One Saturday, about a week after rehearsals began again, Peter picked her up and Devin walked out with her to speak to him.

  “If it’s all right with you, I think I’ll send some men over to your apartment that would like to spend time with Anna.”

  Peter shrugged. “Sure.”

  Devin didn’t know when they would come, but Anna was supposed to be home in the evenings in case someone wanted to see her.

  *****

  A few days later, the first man knocked on their door. Anna opened the door and her heart dropped into her stomach. It was Zach.

  “H-hello, Zach.” She hadn’t seen him since the night she’d gone to the Symphony with Kurt and Wilhelm.

  Zach smiled broadly at her. “Hello, Anna. It’s good to see you.” He walked in and stopped when he saw Peter sitting on the couch. “Who are you?”

  Peter stood and greeted Zach. “I’m Peter. I’m...Anna’s keeper.”

  “Lucky man,” Zach commented. He turned back to Anna. “Bedroom?”

  Anna nervously walked to the bedroom door and opened it.

  “In here,” she said softly.

  Zach walked in and Anna glanced at Peter, who had returned to watching his TV show.

  Zach grabbed her hand and pulled her inside the bedroom.

  *****

  After Zach left, she huddled on the floor next to the bed, bloodied and bruised from Zach’s “play.” She had tried not to scream, so as not to disturb Peter, but didn’t think she’d succeeded.

  She knew she needed t
o change the sheets and take a shower so she could take care of Peter before they went to sleep. With trembling limbs, she started pulling the blankets and sheets off the bed. She got the sheets into the washing machine and then stumbled into the bathroom to take a shower.

  “Anna, why are the sheets off the bed?” Peter walked into the bathroom as she was getting out of the shower and he stopped short when he saw her. He exclaimed something in Russian. “What happened?”

  Anna saw herself in the mirror. She had welts and scratches all over her body. Her nipples were bright red from Zach biting and pinching them. Her pussy lips were bright red as well.

  “I... I’m okay,” she said, reaching with a shaking arm for her towel.

  Peter pulled it off the rack and handed it to her. She looked at him warily. Why was he being nice now? He stepped towards her and she instinctively stepped back and nearly fell on the slippery porcelain. He caught her arm before she fell and when she was steady, put the towel on her shoulders and helped her out of the shower.

  She trembled with fear and cold as he gently dabbed the towel over her body to dry her and then helped her into her robe.

  “Let me put the other set of sheets on the bed,” she said and walked towards the linen closet.

  “No, I’ve got it. Come sit down. I’ll take care of it.” Peter led her to the desk chair and then proceeded to make up the bed.

  Anna shook with fear as she watched him quickly make the bed and replace the pillows and blankets. He picked her up and placed her gently in bed and then sat next to her.

  “What happened?” he asked softly.

  “Didn’t you hear?”

  Peter shook his head. “I went out. I...didn’t want to listen.” He pressed his lips together. “Maybe I should have stayed.”

  “To join in?”

  Peter gave her a disgusted look. “I don’t get off on hurting women, Anna,” he snapped. “I’ve told you that.”