Page 140 of The Life of Anna-Tenth Anniversary Edition: Act 1

Devin narrowed his eyes and he smacked her hip. “Do it,” he growled. He had hold of her hips with both hands. It was the only thing keeping her from falling.

Shaking uncontrollably, she lifted her other leg off the floor, and Devin grasped it tightly. He moved closer and held onto her thighs. Her strong abdominal muscles were the only thing keeping her upright.

“Lean back,” he said in a soft, but demanding, voice. “Lean back or I will let go.”

She stared at him for a moment, frozen with terror. His eyes flashed with anger and she jerkily let her stomach relax until she hung upside down off the railing of the thirty-second floor of the hotel. She moved her legs to wrap them around Devin’s waist, and he smacked them. “Don’t.”

Tears streamed from her eyes, flowing over her forehead and into her hair. Her throat tightened and she squeezed her eyes shut. She clenched her hands into fists and opened her mouth in a silent scream as Devin thrust in and out of her. He held her hips tightly and she clung to the only part of him she could; his cock.

“Oh, yeah, Baby. You’re so tight when you’re terrorized. You feel so good.”

He fucked her, slow and hard. Every thrust made Anna certain in just a moment, she’d be flying for the first and last time in her life, with a sudden, deadly stop at the end. His steady rhythm was the only soothing part of her position. At least she could anticipate his movements. She tried to tell herself she was just hanging off her bed, but the echoes of the traffic below made it impossible to believe.

Harder and harder he fucked her until he grunted and came inside her. She clung to him so tightly she felt every twitch and throb of his cock.

Would he drop her now? Was this how it would all end? Her brain felt mushy, and she couldn’t pull together a coherent thought.

At long last, he slid his arm around her waist and pulled her up and back onto the balcony. Her legs collapsed under her and she fell hard to the floor. Her teeth chattered and she wrapped her arms around herself, staring at her knees and rocking back and forth.

He kneeled and smoothed her hair. “You are such a good girl, you know that?”

Anna blinked, trying to process what he’d said. “I am?”

Devin stroked her cheek, his hand hot against her cold skin. “Yes, Baby. You are. You did exactly as I told you to do tonight.

She could feel her pulse throbbing in her temple, and she winced as pain shot through her head and landed behind her eyes. “You... you weren’t punishing me?”

“You haven’t done anything to warrant punishment. I simply wanted to see how much you trust me.” He smoothed her hair. “You’re such a good girl.” He pulled her to her feet and sat down on a bench at the side of the balcony, his arms wrapped around her. He held her and kissed her forehead, whispering comforting words and telling her how much she’d pleased him.

Her heart pounded in her chest, silently begging that he never do that again. She took long, deep breaths as she listened to his soothing, encouraging words.

Once she’d fully recovered, Devin helped her fix her dress and made sure she was presentable. They went back into the ballroom where a good number of people lingered, drinking and chatting with one another. Devin ordered her another glass of wine and after a few sips, her body warmed and she was able to fully relax. He put his arm around her waist as he chatted with one of the men he’d presented an award to.

After she finished her wine, Devin made his rounds to say goodbye and they headed to the elevators. It lurched downward and the memory of hanging upside down from the balcony made her grasp the brass handrails and squeeze her eyes shut. Would she be able to put those fears aside? She had to ride in an elevator to get up to her apartment.

Devin put his arm around Anna and hugged her close. “Shall I show you my home?”

Anna forced a smile as she looked at him in the door’s reflection and prayed she’d get over her fear by the time she arrived at his house.

Chapter 59

Devin relaxed in the back of the town car as Anna leaned against his chest. He couldn’t wait to get her home and start tormenting his wife.

The night had gone well and Devin was pleased. Anna had done exactly as he’d wanted. He had specifically designed her training for nights like this. Hanging her over the balcony had been intensely erotic. An excellent final test for her. Tonight removed any concerns he’d had from the botched ritual.

Anna’s face had been pale when she’d returned from being with Zach, but that had been the only sign of trauma. She was used to being abused, after all. When Devin had devoured her delicious pussy, he’d noticed her asshole was red and open. Zach must have fucked her good. That would explain her paleness. She had never liked anal, but, then again, she wasn’t supposed to. Her ass was purely for a man’s pleasure and her torment.

Zach was infatuated with her. He’d watched her all night, a hungry look filling his eyes whenever he thought no one was looking. Devin had given him Anna’s apartment number and an open invitation to use her as he willed. The young man would be in political office soon and needed a discreet outlet for his darker side. State senator within a few years, and, if he listened to Devin, president when he hit the required age of thirty-five. He’d be the next Kennedy.

The town car pulled up in front of his three-story Italian-style mansion. It had recently been featured in a national style magazine. He, along with his wife Sandy and their children Tyler, Chloe, and Celeste, had graced every cover with beaming smiles, presenting the ideal image of a loving family. They’d interviewed the girls about their high school successes, and Tyler had been able to boast of his acceptance to Harvard in the fall.

Yes, his life gave every appearance of being perfect. And it wasn’t far from the truth. Except for Sandy.

He frowned. Sandy getting pregnant by her fucking lover had not been part of the plan, and she would be punished. Starting tonight.

I love you, she’d said. I’m sorry, she’d said. Please don’t take the baby, she’d begged.

Before making a choice, Devin wanted to know the baby’s gender. If it was a boy, Sandy would have a miscarriage. If it was a girl, Sandy would go on bed rest and “lose the baby,” after which Devin would take her to the Manor and raise her as a sex slave. To the public, Sandy would have had a difficult labor and the baby stillborn, but Sandy was thankfully alive! Or some bullshit like that. Either way, Sandy would not raise some other man’s child in his house. He’d sterilize her after the baby was taken care of. Then she could do as she pleased with whomever she pleased and it wouldn’t affect Devin.

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