The Life of Anna, Part 1: Enslaved (20 page)

He jumped slightly and I smiled to myself as he moaned loudly and caressed my hair. I pulled back to get a breath then swallowed again. He mumbled in German and tightened his grip on my hair, but allowed me to control the movements. I sucked and licked and swallowed as I sensed he wanted.

I could feel that he was getting close to climax but he pulled at my hair, pulling my mouth off him. I looked up, startled.
“Did I do something to displease you, Kurt?”

He shook his head.
“
Nein
, Anna. That was...incredible. You have a fantastic mouth.” He trailed his fingers over my swollen lips then pulled me up to him. “I want more than your mouth, though,” he growled, pulling me into the middle of the bed. He lay on top of me and kissed me hard, his tongue exploring my mouth. I moaned, losing myself in his kiss.

The back of his index finger ran from my ear down my neck to my shoulder. It tickled and I shivered. He pulled away from my mouth and looked at me questioningly.
“Tickles,” I said.

He smiled and leaned down to trail his tongue across the same path. I shivered again, feeling my whole body respond to him. His tongue left a hot trail down to my breasts. He paused there and kissed each nipple gently.

I squeezed my thighs together and felt my clit tighten. Moisture rushed to the area. I was tender from the previous night’s rape, but I could handle it. I would not let him know I was hurting. He deserved better.

Kurt stroked the side of my left breast gently with his thumb and then cupped it with his big hand. His thumb swept across my nipple, back and forth, teasing it and making me squirm. He leaned down and took it into his mouth, sucking gently.

My head rolled back as his tongue swirled round and round. He dragged his tongue from the bottom of my breast up to the nipple from different angles. He repeated the treatment on my other breast; first with his thumb, then his tongue.

He didn
’t use his teeth at all; just his tongue and his gentle fingers. He shifted his body and his cock slid against my thigh as he moved.

He kissed the valley between my breasts and began moving down. My clit throbbed and ached for his touch. I could feel myself getting wet and swelling. I spread my thighs apart and flexed my hips. The tip of his cock brushed my outer lips and we both groaned. I edged my body down, wanting more. The tip pressed against my clit and we both moaned. I rotated my hips and his tip ran up and down the length of my outer lips, slowly spreading the wet folds apart.

“I want you, Anna,” he growled. “I want to bury myself deep inside your body and make you scream.”

Fear gripped my heart until I looked at him and realized he meant to make me scream from pleasure and not pain. He grinned and adjusted his body. He pulled my knees up and spread my legs further apart. Leaning forward on one arm, he used his other hand to rub himself over my wet folds. My breath caught in my throat at the sensation. He pushed forward and paused, bringing his body down to touch mine. The look in his eyes when he leaned down to kiss me warmed my heart.

I concentrated on the good sensations, rather than the pain, as he pressed into me slowly. The feeling of him entering my body made me gasp for breath. My body opened to him as he continued to press forward, slowly and gently, bending to nuzzle my neck.

I opened my legs wider as he moved forward. I wanted all of him. I could feel every inch of his cock moving inside me, his veins caressing my inner lips as he went in. I moaned deeply as the crest of his cock slid by an especially sensitive spot. He stopped, backed out a little ways and pressed forward again.

“Oh, yes,” I whispered.

He continued the short thrusts and I felt myself getting dizzy, the pressure building inside me again. He rotated his hips upward and the sensation intensified.

Over and over he thrusted until I felt myself rocketing into the stars. My muscles clenched around him and I heard him murmur something in German. I whimpered and clung to his body, his lips pressed against my neck.

I slipped slowly back to earth. He paused at the peak of my climax, letting the pressure alone send me
along. Slowly, I felt myself slipping back to earth.

“I like hearing you cry out in pleasure, Anna.”

He thrust gently the rest of the way in and I gasped, tears of pleasure filling my eyes. I squeezed his cock with my muscles and he let out a low moan.

He looked down into my face and I leaned up to kiss him, sucking on his bottom lip. He pulled out of
me and thrust gently back in, making me let go abruptly and inhale sharply. He moved back and forth in a steady rhythm and, as I met his thrusts, waves of pleasure rolled throughout my body again. His balls slapped against my ass with every thrust.

“Oh, Anna,” Kurt groaned into my ear. “You feel so good.
So tight. I want to stay inside you forever.” He wrapped his arms around my body and I held him tightly. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

We moved together in a beautiful dance, his cock filling me with every thrust. I felt him begin to tense up as pressure built up in my body yet again. His thrusts intensified and I groaned.

“Oh God!” I exclaimed as an incredible wave of pleasure shot through my body.

Kurt cried out in German and I felt his cock throb, adding to my own pleasure. I stiffened, pressing my head back into the pillow and screamed out his name. My back arched, and I pressed my body against his while digging my fingernails into his back. My legs wrapped around his hips tightly, wanting him deeper inside. I clung to him as I soared through the stars. I flew for what seemed like ages and then descended back to earth and into Kurt
’s arms.

“Oh, Kurt, I’m so sorry,” I exclaimed fearfully, pulling my fingernails out of his back. I did that to Jack sometimes, on accident, and he always got upset with me. I didn’t mean to, it just happened.

Kurt looked at me wide-eyed and said something in German.

“I don’t understand what you said, Kurt.” Was he furious?

Kurt gave me an apologetic smile. “I am sorry, Engle. I said I did not even feel your nails until you said something.”

“You’re not angry?”
Why not?

“Why would I be angry,
Engel
? I consider that a compliment.”

I stared at him for a long moment. Why wasn
’t he angry with me? I didn’t understand.

I gave him a timid smile, not totally believing he was telling me the truth, and he rolled off me and I moved so he could pull the duvet back. He lay down and I scooted to the other side of the bed to give him space to sleep. He gave me a strange look before reaching out and pulling me close, wrapping his arms around me and hugging me close. I stiffened, not understanding
what he was doing.

“Did I please you, Kurt?” I asked softly, wanting to give him personal space.

He took my hand, placed it on his chest and pressed my head against his chest. “
Ja
,
Engel
. Very much so.” He nuzzled my hair. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

Cuddling?
He wanted to cuddle? Okay, I can probably do that.
I took a deep breath and tried to relax. “I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed sex so much.” I looked up at him and smiled.

He frowned but didn
’t say anything. He kissed my forehead and stroked my upper arm slowly.

I stared at the wall beyond him. Would he want something else? Why did he frown? Had I displeased him somehow?

“Anna, relax,” he whispered, hugging me again. A few minutes later I heard him snoring softly.

My eyes fluttered closed and I slept deeply.

I felt someone playing with my hair. It felt good and I smiled.
I must be dreaming.

“
Guten Morgen
,
Engel
.”

I wasn
’t dreaming. I opened my eyes to see the golden, morning sunlight streaming in through the windows of the bedroom. Kurt was lying on his side, his hand on the bed near my chest and playing with my hair. He smiled.

“Good morning, Kurt.” I smiled back.

“How did you sleep?”

“Good, thank you.
You?”

“I always sleep well with a beautiful woman next to me.” He grinned, eyes sparkling with mischief. “I don’t sleep well at home.”

I giggled. I was pretty sure he was joking about not sleeping well at home.

He pulled me close and kissed me, his hands roaming over my body. I reached for his cock and stroked it.

He moaned. “Oh, Anna. That feels so good.” He buried his face in my neck.

He brought his hand down to my pussy and slid a finger inside.
“Wet already?” He wrapped his arms around me and rolled me onto my back, his body hovering above mine. “You felt so incredible last night.”

I parted my legs and his cock slid against me. I smiled and reached my hand down to position him at my entrance.

Kurt grinned and slowly pushed inside me, his hot cock filling me. “You feel so good,
Engel
,” he groaned. He began moving in and out and I quickly matched his rhythm. Our bodies rocked together, pleasure engulfing my senses. His neck muscles bulged and he exclaimed something that sounded like a curse as I felt him pulse inside me. A moment later, pleasure swept through my body and I cried out his name.

I opened my eyes. He shuddered slightly and then looked down and smiled at me.
“I love morning sex.” He rested his weight on his elbows and panted.

His smile was infectious and I grinned back. This was by far the best morning sex I
’d ever had.

He kissed my neck and rolled off me, pulling me against his side. I rested my head against his shoulder, my fingers playing with his chest hair. I liked cuddling after sex. It was...heart lifting.

Kurt sighed deeply. “I could stay here with you forever,” he murmured. He breathed as if he were going to say something else, but didn’t speak.

“Are you okay, Kurt?” I could feel that something was bothering him. Had I done something to upset him?

“
Ja
. Just...reality.”

“Did I do something?”

“
Nein, Engel.”
He stroked my hair. “You are
wunderbar.
”

We lay there cuddling in a peaceful silence for a long while. I liked the feeling of his arm around me and the beat of his heart against my ear. Kurt was thoughtful, so I stayed quiet, careful not to interrupt him.

After a while, we got out of bed to shower and dress for the day. I knew I had to go back to the Manor that afternoon and the thought saddened me: I’d much rather stay here with Kurt. But he was going back to Germany in a week and he surely had better things to do in San Francisco than spend his time with me. Devin had changed and was nice now; maybe things really would be better overall. Kurt said he visited his brother often. Maybe he’d come see me when he came back, too.

“What are you thinking about,
Engel?
” Kurt asked interrupting my thoughts.

I glanced up at him. I still had my sandal in my hand that I
’d picked up a few minutes before. I bent down to put it on. “I was thinking about what a nice time I had yesterday.” I bit my lip. “How often do you visit here?” I asked slowly.

He beamed at me.
“I think I will have to visit more often than I used to.” He kissed me. “I would like to see you often, if you would like that.”

My heart leapt at the possibility.
“I would.” Would Devin allow such a thing?

He pulled me to my feet.
“Let’s go have lunch.”

“Lunch?”
I looked at the clock. It was almost noon. “I didn’t realize we slept in that late.”

*****

The afternoon went too quickly and before I knew it, it was time to take me back to the Manor.

“What are you doing on Tuesday evening?” Kurt asked me as the limo pulled up in front of the Manor.

“I have ballet class,” I answered. “Why?”

He grinned.
“I wanted to see you again. What about Wednesday?”

“I would have to ask Devin. I don’t know if he has plans for me.”

“Would you like to come over to Alex’s and have dinner with us?”

I glanced at Wilhelm, who smiled.

“We enjoyed having you with us last night,” he said. “We would like to see you again.”

I looked back at Kurt and smiled.
“I’d like to, but I don’t know if Devin would approve.”

“I will speak to him,” Wilhelm said with a determined look on his face.

“I’d like that,” I said shyly.

“I would as well,” Kurt said, kissing me deeply. “Or else, I will have to come visit you.”

Devin wasn’t at the Manor when we arrived. I said good-bye to Kurt and Wilhelm, and Ian led me back to my room.