Page 34 of The Life of Anna-Tenth Anniversary Edition: Act 2

“Thank you.” She glanced at her bed. “I’m sorry it’s... like that. I don’t have overnight guests often. They... usually just leave after.”

“Who says I’m going to stay the night?”

Her cheeks burned. “Oh. I...” She swallowed and turned away. “Of course. I shouldn’t have assumed...” Would he make her leave when they had sex at his place?

The TV turned off and she heard him stand and walk up behind her. “I might.” He kissed her neck. “I haven’t decided.” He reached in front of her, untied the belt to her robe, and pushed it off her shoulders so it fell onto the floor. “You have beautiful breasts.” He slid his hands up her belly and to her breasts, where he kneaded them.

She leaned her head back against his bare chest and sighed.

“You like that?”

“Yes...” Rare were the occasions when gentle touch was part of sex anymore.

One hand moved down her stomach and between her legs. His finger slid between her pussy lips and found her clit. He wrapped his arm around her chest, his hand on her breast, and circled her clit with his other hand.

His touch was demanding and she tried to escape his relentless touch. It was too intense to be completely pleasurable. She moaned and writhed against him, trying to get control of her body so she could give him what he wanted—or what she thought he wanted. But she couldn’t. He kept circling the sensitive nub with just the right amount of pressure that made it not-quite-painful. Her body wouldn’t listen or work the way she wanted it to, and her release wouldn’t come.

She screamed in frustration at being so close, but not being able to push over the edge. She’d never not been able to come before.

“You want to come, don’t you?” he whispered as she struggled against him. Her forehead was damp and every nerve in her body was on edge.

“Yes!” she screamed in frustration. “Please! Please, Peter!”

He released her and she fell to the floor, panting and shaking. “Remove my pants.”

Her hands shook as she rose to her knees and pulled at his belt. It took her much longer than it normally did to unfasten jeans. She wasn’t exactly scared of him, but neither did she know what to expect. He wasn’t cruel or kind. Just... demanding of what he wanted.

Finally, she was able to push his jeans to the floor and his boxer briefs followed shortly after. She stayed on her knees with his cock at eye level. She licked her lips as she stared at the long, pierced rod, uncertain what he wanted her to do.

“You are well trained.” Peter towered above her and looked down. “I’m impressed. Most Elder-Mistresses are rather independent.” He sat on the mattress and ran his fingers through her hair. “I’m not a cruel man. I don’t enjoy hurting women. But Devin has given me permission to punish you if I deem it necessary.”

Anna’s stomach twisted and she dropped her gaze to the floor, swallowing hard.

“I will tell you what I want you to do, and I expect you to do it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Peter.”

“Stand. I want to see you.”

Anna stood and he studied her body. She had gained her weight back and looked as she had before the drugs had taken over.

“Turn.”

Anna turned around to face away from him. He caressed her ass and thighs. “You have hips. Most dancers are so skinny there’s nothing to hold on to. I like it.” He put his hands on her thighs. “Second position and put your hands on the floor.”

She stepped her feet apart and bent over at the waist, keeping her legs straight. She looked back between her legs. A smile played at Peter’s lips as he looked at her wide-open pussy. He reached up and caressed the swollen, wet folds and then slid his thumb up to her asshole.

“Do you like anal?”

She closed her eyes as he caressed the hole. “I... I’ve had some enjoyable experiences, but most of the time, not really.”

His thumb pressed inside and she moaned softly. “Stay still.” She felt his hot mouth on her pussy a moment later.

As he devoured her, she moaned in pleasure. His tongue was everywhere and his thumb slowly thrust in and out of her ass. Her knees threatened to give way when he locked his lips around her clit and sucked hard. He held her thighs so she couldn’t escape, not that she wanted to. She gasped and came with such force that she screamed and clawed against the worn carpet. Fireworks exploded in her mind and she felt nothing but the waves of ecstasy pulsing through her body.

As the waves subsided, the room spun and her knees collapsed, making her fall hard to the floor. She panted for air and her head hung between her arms.

Peter rubbed her back for a moment and then pulled her back onto his lap. He sucked on her neck. “Did you like that?” He nipped at her ear.

---