Page 136 of The Life of Anna-Tenth Anniversary Edition: Act 1

Anna nodded. “I’ve never seen such a beautiful one.” The illuminated Golden Gate Bridge could be seen in the distance.

“I bet there are more windows through here.” Zach walked across the hall and pushed open a door. He looked inside and motioned toward her. “Oh, you should see this.”

It wasn’t hard for Anna to read what he wanted: to get her alone so he could have sex with her. She gave a shy smile, then walked through the door, happy she’d done as Devin had asked her.

Chapter 57

The large room had tall windows on three sides, lit by a few emergency lights scattered across the ceiling. Zach took her hand and led her to the corner, ensuring they were hidden from the doorway.

He stood behind her with his hands on her arms, stroking up and down. Her body automatically prepared itself for whatever he might want to do. He ran his hands up to her shoulders and caressed the exposed skin above her breasts. She closed her eyes to read his desires and, sensing he liked a challenge, and pulled away. “Zach... We shouldn’t?—‍”

He kissed the side of her neck. “Shouldn’t what?” He nibbled at her earlobe.

Though he had a boyish look to him, his sexual appetites leaned in the hard direction. She couldn’t walk away, even though he would leave her hurting. This is why Jack trained me the way he did.

His hands slid down to her hips. She struggled and he held her tight against his chest, his cock hardening against her ass. He liked to chase and conquer. He would be turned on by defeating her struggles. “Zach, please let me go. Devin will?—‍”

“Devin wanted me to have you,” he said in a low voice, bringing his hands up to cup her breasts. “He told me to follow you.”

She shook her head and whimpered. “No, he wouldn’t do that.” It was all an act, but he had to believe it. She knew exactly what she was doing, and it was working. His desire for her was increasing by the second as she pulled away from him.

He forced her back against him. “Hey,” he whispered harshly. “Hey!”

She stopped moving.

“If you do as I say, I won’t hurt you. But either way, I am going to fuck you. Here and now.”

She pulled against him again. He wanted her to fight, so she did. He grasped her hands in his and pulled them behind her. Her back arched and her breasts jutted out. He unzipped her dress and reached in to grasp her breasts, pinching and pulling her nipple. Her whimpers at the pain weren’t fake.

She closed her eyes and wished with all her might that she was at home with Aaron. He would never hurt her. Pain zinged in her heart, but she silently berated herself. My purpose in life is to provide sexual pleasure to men, according to their desires. Aaron was only a good moment in her life. A welcome distraction from her real life.

No, he was more than that, but thinking about him at that moment made the whole situation worse. She shoved the longing aside and forced herself to mentally stay where she was.

Zach pushed her forward and slammed her against the wall, holding her hands above her head. He pulled her skirt up and caressed her ass.

“God, what a great ass.” He moved closer and whispered in her ear. “You like taking cock in the ass?”

There had only been one time she’d enjoyed anal, and she knew thinking about that was a bad idea too. She shook her head. “Please don’t. It hurts.”

Thoughts of the kindness of Kurt and Tony forced themselves back into her mind, along with the longing for Aaron she’d forced away moments earlier. Having had someone care about her made the situation with Zach so much worse. She stopped acting, and her begging became real. “Please don’t!”

He chuckled and moved her thong aside to caress her asshole. He pressed a finger through the tight band of muscle and she cried out, struggling to get away. She didn’t want to feel the pain. She wanted to be cared for. She wanted to be with Aaron, not at the hotel with a man who wanted to hurt her.

“So tight. Doesn’t your ass ever get a workout?” He pushed in another finger.

Tears ran down her cheeks. She hoped he would at least use some sort of lubrication. Even her pussy; she was wet. She was always wet. “Please don’t hurt me...”

“Maybe I’ll be nice this time. I wouldn’t want you bleeding all over your pretty dress.” He pulled his fingers out and shoved them unceremoniously into her pussy.

She sobbed out a “thank you,” and pressed her forehead to the wall.

She squeezed her eyes shut at the sound of a zipper, and a moment later, her pussy was filled with his cock. He thrust in and out a few times, then pulled out and moved to her ass, forcing himself in with no more preparation than he’d already given her.

He let go of her hands and grasped her hips as he plundered her tight hole. Her fingernails dug into the wall as he fucked her ass hard. She fought the urge to scream, biting her tongue to hold back the sound, though occasionally a cry or sob slipped from her lips.

Will he ever finish? He maintained a steady rhythm, his sharp exhales punctuating the air. His hot breath burned the back of her head through her hair. Slowly, her body went numb and she couldn’t stop her mind from wandering back to the happy previous days. When his thrusts grew deeper and sharper, her mind snapped back to the present. The wall was wet under her cheeks, but relief spread through her as she felt him approaching his climax.

Finally, he stiffened and pushed in deep, groaning as he shot his load deep into her ass. Frozen in that position, he dug his fingernails into her hips and she didn’t dare move. At long last, he softened and pulled out.

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