Page 144 of The Life of Anna-Tenth Anniversary Edition: Act 1

Perhaps he could afford to be gentler with Anna. She was well-disciplined, and if he treated her harshly, he’d probably break her. He didn’t want that. If he couldn’t have his mindless slave, at least he could have a willing one.

Chapter 60

“Anna,” a soft voice called to her. “Baby. It’s time to wake up.”

Anna slowly opened her eyes to the morning light. The clock next to the bed showed it was almost seven o’clock. She blinked a few times and then turned to the voice that had awakened her. Devin. He was watching her with soft eyes and a gentle smile.

She smiled, happy that he seemed happy. “Good morning.”

He cupped her cheek and kissed her. “Good morning, Baby. How did you sleep?”

Anna thought for a minute. The bed she lay in was very comfortable and she’d slept very well. “Good, I think.”

Devin chuckled. “Did you enjoy yourself last night?” He rested his head on his fist and trailed his fingers across her breasts and nipples.

Anna remembered the countless orgasms he’d given her last night. She’d pleased him and he was happy. At least, she thought she had. “I... pleased you last night?”

“Oh, yes. You were wonderful.” Devin beamed at her and nuzzled her breasts before taking her nipple into his mouth.

She moaned softly as he sucked and played with her ring. Oh, what he did to her body! She reached out for his cock and stroked him with her hand. He moaned and flexed his hips, then rolled on top of her, pressing the head of his cock against her slit.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and he kissed her, then leaned back and looked deep into her eyes. “Anna...”

She gasped at the pinch and she froze, tears filling her eyes. What had she done to upset him? “I’m sorry, Devin...”

He kissed her and pushed deeper inside her. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Anna.” He nuzzled her neck. “I love you. I want to give you a gift.”

Her jaw trembled. Using his spikes is a gift?

“Does that hurt, Baby?” He pushed in more.

She gasped. “Yes.”

“Remember how good it feels to give me your pain? Give it to me.” He pushed in even deeper.

She pressed her head back into the pillow and cried out as his piercings rubbed against the fresh wound. He moved slowly and kissed her. Something clicked inside and she moaned into his mouth, somehow giving him her pain. He moved in such a way that made the pain almost too much to bear, but it felt good, too. She saw the look in his eyes when she cried out. He hungered for it. He devoured her pain and it pleased him.

He thrust in hard and pulled out slow. Over and over again, dragging the pain out of her and feeding it to himself. The sensuality of the exchange overwhelmed Anna’s senses, and she felt herself melting into him. She could feel his desire, his craving for her. Her pain heightened his pleasure. A continuous cycle of pain melding into pleasure between the two of them made it feel as if she would explode. Faster and faster her mind spun until they both let out primal screams and climaxed together.

Anna gasped for breath, and Devin panted above her. He rested his weight on his elbows, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

He shifted and she winced, but her heart glowed as he beamed down at her. “Such a good girl,” he whispered, nuzzling her neck. “Thank you.”

Anna sighed, content. Him calling her a good girl was the best thing he could say to her. She never wanted to make him call her a bad girl. She always wanted to be good for him.

He pulled out of her, and she gasped in pain. “I’m really looking forward to our trip to D.C. in a few months. Then we’ll be able to spend all our time together.”

Her stomach fluttered with excitement. “When do we leave?”

“I believe it’s in the middle of August, but I don’t know the exact dates off the top of my head. I’ll make sure it’s on your calendar.”

She smiled, making a mental note to check her calendar later on that day.

“But for now, we need to get up and moving. I have things to do this morning before I go into the office.” He frowned but didn’t say more.

Anna sat up and looked around at his elegantly masculine room. How often would he bring her home with him? She liked the idea of staying with him often.

Devin stood and stretched, then motioned toward the dresser standing between two French doors that led to a balcony. “Your bag is over there. I’m going to get dressed and then I’ll take you home.” He kissed her and walked through a door to his bathroom.

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