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

Chapter 1

Four Years Later

“Sit.”

Anna dropped into her submissive position automatically. After years of sexual “lessons” from Master Jack, there were many things she didn’t have to think about anymore. She unquestioningly obeyed her Master’s commands. It was less painful that way.

Sometimes.

He walked to the far side of the room where he kept his vast collection of whips, paused, and returned to stand behind her. Out of the corner of her eye, Anna saw the end of a thick, black, braided leather whip swinging from where Master Jack held it above her head. She shivered as he trailed it up her back and then oh-so-slowly let it wrap around her neck once, twice, three times. Holding her breath, she listened to his breathing, trying to anticipate when he’d tighten it. She knew what he would do, just not when, and the longer he waited, the harder it was to time her own breathing.

He didn’t move. She didn’t move.

“What is your purpose in life, Anna?”

She closed her eyes and repeated the same words she’d spoken every day for four years. “My purpose in life is to provide sexual pleasure to any man you choose, according to his desires.” Her voice didn’t crack this time, and she blew out a breath of relief. He got so angry when she got emotional.

“What if he wants to hurt you?”

Anna swallowed and opened her eyes, staring at the floor as she spoke in a monotone voice. “My pain is irrelevant. The only thing that matters is whether or not I am pleasing him.”

Master Jack was quiet for a long moment. Anna could sense him contemplating his next move. “What is the purpose of your orgasm?”

“To enhance the pleasure of the man I’m having sex with.” Anna hated the words—all the words—as they passed through her lips. They were true, but she hated them, nonetheless. “My only purpose in life is to provide sexual pleasure to men.” Her voice cracked on the last word and she winced.

He pulled the whip up and back, yanking her body back onto the painted cement floor. Instinctively, she moved her hands up under the whip to keep from choking as he dragged her naked body across the room to the discipline archway. The rough surface bit at her skin.

“Up.” He yanked the whip upward.

Anna obeyed, intentionally keeping her gaze focused on the floor in front of her.

He circled her and she bit back a cry as he dragged a finger across her raw back—wounds from her earlier session with him. She didn’t move, though. She knew better than that.

“Hands up.”

Anna raised her hands above her head and he cuffed them into place. She tamped down her internal screams for mercy. They would do no good. Master Jack showed no mercy. Ever.

She knew the bite of the whip Master Jack held intimately. Knew what it felt like on her back, her breasts, and everywhere else on her body. Master Jack had impeccable aim and could precisely hit any spot he wanted to. The leather scraped across the floor and she suppressed a shudder at the sound. Goosebumps erupted on her skin as he brushed her nipples with the thick end of the whip.

She squeezed her eyes shut again as he caressed her breasts.

“Do you know why you like me touching you, Anna? Even though you know in a minute you’re going to be screaming in pain?”

“B-because I’m a whore,” she whispered.

“Exactly.” He leaned closer. “You get off on the pain. You get off on the humiliation. You are a creature meant for sex and nothing else.” He reached down and pressed a finger into her pussy and she gasped. “Fucking slut.”

Anna bit her lip hard, trying to ignore what Master Jack was doing to her—trying to prove that she wasn’t a whore. But he knew her body better than she did and within seconds, she was writhing and pressing against his hand, whimpering and praying he’d let her come. He took her to the edge and pulled his hand away.

She cried out and then slumped into her cuffed wrists, hanging limply in the archway. He was right. He was always right.

He stepped back and flicked the whip at her, landing the tip square on her nipple. Anna arched her back and screeched. He alternated between nipples, one after the other, not stopping until Anna’s voice gave out.

He came forward again and pressed a finger into her body once more, and grinned. “You liked that.” He circled her clit until she gave a hoarse cry, this time in pleasure. She trembled as he moved away, hanging limply from the cuffs once more, her nipples throbbing.

Master Jack stepped away again. “Do you know what tomorrow is?”

She looked at him, bleary-eyed, and wearily shook her head.

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