The Life of Anna, Part 4: Ensnared (11 page)

“I think I like that one by the bridge the
best,” he said as they were eating dinner at a Mexican
restaurant.

“Okay.” She picked at her rice and reminded
herself that she needed to eat or Devin would get angry.

He put his fork down and glared at her. “You
know, Anna. I’m trying to be nice and make sure you like the place
we’re going to live. And you don’t seem to care.”

“I’m sorry, Peter. But I told you, it doesn’t
matter. Your opinion matters, not mine.” She could see he was
upset, but didn’t know what else to say. “Why don’t you ask
Devin?”

He hit the table and Anna jumped. “I don't
care what Devin thinks.” He cursed in Russian. “Finish eating. I’m
taking you home.”

Anna ate a few more bites and then indicated
she was done.

He muttered in Russian the entire drive home.
He pulled up in front of her apartment and stopped. “No wonder you
drive Devin crazy. You can’t even do something as simple as offer
your opinion.”

Anna blinked back the tears and reached for
the door handle to escape, but snatched her hand back and looked at
Peter.

“Get out. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Yes, Peter,” she said and quickly exited the
car. His tires squealed as he pulled away from the curb.

She went into her apartment, flung herself on
the bed and cried. She couldn’t do anything right. Devin was right,
she was useless. She undressed, turned on the TV and turned out the
light.

A pounding on her apartment door woke her
later. She stumbled to the door to find Devin glaring at her.

“Dammit, Anna. Why do I have to keep coming
here to deal with you?” He pushed her against the wall and closed
the door behind him. He grabbed her hair and dragged her further
into the apartment where he pushed her down onto the bed. “You
fucking pissed off Peter and I promised him I’d deal with your
attitude.”

“But Devin, I—”

He slapped her across the face. “I don’t want
to hear it, Anna. I’m sick of having to remind you how to behave.”
He pulled a syringe out of his pocket and waved it in her face.

“No! No, Devin please,” she shrieked.
“Please, I’ll do better. I promise.”

Devin grinned. “This stuff really works on
you, doesn’t it?” He grabbed her hair and injected the fluid before
she could pull away. “You always promise and always fail, Anna. I
just can’t trust you to keep your word. At least I have someone to
tell me what you’re up to now. If he can stand you, I’ll have you
move in with him sooner rather than later.”

Anna dragged herself out of bed only a couple
of hours after Devin left. She hadn’t slept because the injection
hadn’t worn off completely and every movement brought pain. She
dressed for class and it hurt to put her clothes on. But she had to
go. It was a performance day. And she had to apologize to Peter for
being apathetic.

She slowly walked to the theater and made her
way to the stage. Peter was there, surrounded by girls, and ignored
her. She slumped to the ground and pulled her shoes out of her bag.
Oh! She just wanted to curl up on the floor and go to sleep. But
she had many steps to dance before she could go home and take a
nap. Or maybe she’d just curl up in the dressing room and sleep
there. Yeah, that sounded like a good idea.

“He lost interest in you already?” Jackie,
one of the Corps girls, asked.

Anna shrugged but didn’t say anything. She
was too tired, too achy to expend the energy it took to answer.

“Anna, what happened to you?” Isaak squatted
down next to her and lifted her chin. “You have a bruise on your
cheek and you look like you haven’t slept.”

“I do?”

He nodded. “Did Peter...?”

She shook her head. “No. Just Devin.”

Isaak frowned. “Did you sleep at all last
night?”

Anna shook her head.

“Go to Aaron’s dressing room and sleep. I’ll
tell him what you’re doing.”

“But Isaak, I can dance....”

Isaak shook his head. “I don’t want you to
hurt yourself. Go sleep. Just get a good warm up this afternoon,
okay?”

Anna nodded and stumbled her way slowly to
Aaron’s dressing room. The moment her head hit the couch, she was
sound asleep.

Something brushed Anna’s cheek and she jumped
and opened her eyes.

“Aaron!” She sat up quickly and looked
around. “Where am I?”

“My dressing room. Isaak sent you in here to
sleep, remember?”

Anna blinked several times as she got
oriented. “Oh, yeah.”

Aaron reached up to stroke her cheek and she
winced. “Devin hit you?”

She nodded. “I...misbehaved.”

He grimaced. “I can’t imagine what you did
was really that bad. He just wants any excuse to hit you.”

“Does it really matter whether he has a good
reason or not? He’s my Master. He can do what he wants.”

“No, it doesn’t matter because he shouldn’t
hit you regardless.” Aaron sighed. “What did he say you did?”

“I upset Peter.” Anna twisted her hands
together.

“You upset Peter? What happened?”

Anna sighed. “I told him I didn’t care what
apartment he picked out.”

“Why would you care about his apartment?”

“Because we’ll move in together eventually.
And he wanted to know which one I liked. I told him I don’t care.
That my opinion doesn’t matter and if he really wants to know if
it’s an okay apartment he should ask Devin.”

Aaron frowned. “It sounds like Peter was just
trying to be nice, Anna.”

Anna’s shoulders slumped and she looked at
her hands. Yes. Peter was just trying to be nice. Aaron was
right.

“I don’t know why Devin thinks I’d be able to
be successful in a relationship. But I guess it doesn’t really have
to be successful. We just have to stay together.”

“It’s too bad you can’t be with someone who
really cares about you,” Aaron said in a low voice.

She turned to look sadly into his eyes. She
knew he was talking about himself. “He’d hurt you, Aaron.” Oh, how
that hurt to say! She reached out to stroke his cheek. “I’d never
forgive myself if something happened to you,” she whispered.

They gazed at each other for a long time and
then suddenly their lips were touching. Aaron put his hand on the
back of her head to keep her from escaping when she pushed against
him, albeit unenthusiastically. His lips seized hers and his kiss
was full of every emotion that had plagued him for years. Anna
finally relented and let him kiss her, returning his kiss and
emotions with abandon.

“Oh, Anna,” he murmured against her lips.
“I’ve missed you so much.”

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she wrapped
her arms around his neck and held him as tightly as he held her.
His lips didn’t part from hers as he pushed her back onto the couch
and moved on top of her. He stroked her neck and pulled her leotard
off her shoulder before kissing her neck and collarbone and
shoulder.

Anna pressed her head back into the couch and
sighed as Aaron’s hand moved down to her breast, bringing her
leotard down with it. His lips followed his hands and his mouth
quickly found her breast.

“Oh!” she cried softly as he sucked on her
nipple.

Within a few minutes, they had disposed of
their clothing and Aaron’s body covered Anna’s, their bare skin
rubbing against each other, sharing desperate emotions that had
been pent up for years. She felt his hard cock against her thigh
and pulled her legs apart, hoping he’d enter her.

“I need you,” she whispered.

Aaron kissed her and moved his cock to her
entrance. When he pressed forward, they both sighed and when he was
buried deep inside of her, they moaned collectively.

“God, Anna, I love you,” he moaned as he
began moving.

“I love you, Aaron,” she whispered, matching
his movements and rhythms. Her legs wrapped around his hips and
they made love with desperate abandon. They gazed into each other’s
eyes as their bodies moved as one. Pleasure and love mixed
together.

The tension built and suddenly both exploded
with passionate cries as their orgasms overtook them. Their bodies
tensed together for a long moment and then slowly relaxed.

Aaron kissed her neck and then her lips,
looking at her with such love she could hardly stand it. The only
other man who had ever looked at her like that was Alex. She
cradled his cheek and kissed him soundly.

He propped himself on his elbows and smiled
at her. “That was better than I remembered,” he whispered.

She giggled and her eyes sparkled. “I agree.”
He was still inside her and she moved her hips and squeezed his
softening cock, making him shiver and moan softly.

“Anna...,” he whispered and kissed her
again.

Unexpectedly, the door opened and they heard
a low growl. Aaron and Anna both jumped and turned to see a very
angry Peter standing in the doorway. He glared and stepped into the
room, slamming the door behind him.

Aaron held Anna close to him. “Get out,
Peter.”

“You’re fucking my girlfriend,” Peter
growled. “I think I have a right to say something.”

“If you had actual feelings for her, I’d feel
bad. But you’re just with her because Devin told you to.”

Peter’s eyes narrowed and he glanced at Anna
and then looked back at Aaron. “Well, then. If you know that, then
you know what a dangerous situation you’ve put yourself in.”

“No, Peter!” Anna exclaimed and untangled
herself from Aaron’s arms. She fell to the floor in front of him
and bowed at his feet. “Please don't hurt him. Please don’t tell
Devin.” She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. “Please,” she
begged.

“You beg as his cum drips out of your pussy?”
Peter said derisively. “Devin gave you to me. You don’t have the
right to let anyone else touch you, Anna.” Peter looked down at
Aaron’s cock and then his hand, where he wore a sapphire ring that
Anna hadn’t noticed before. “A common Brother dares to fuck an
Elder-Mistress? That’s even stupider.”

“My Elder gave me permission to be with
her.”

“Devin would never—”

“Devin is not my Elder. Wilhelm is. And Alex,
her husband and Master, gave me permission before he died.”

“Alex is dead. His word no longer
stands.”

“Maybe. But Wilhelm took ownership of her
after Alex died, and he also gave me permission.”

“Wilhelm is forbidden from contacting
her.”

“He is still her Master,” Aaron retorted.
“Devin can’t change that, no matter how badly he wishes he could.
She was given to the Germans by her father before she married Alex.
If anything, Wilhelm’s claim is more legitimate.”

Peter stared at Aaron and didn’t speak. He
looked troubled. Anna remained on her knees and watched Peter’s
changing expressions on his face. Finally, he sighed and spoke
calmly. “Don’t touch her again. Keep your distance and I won’t say
anything to Devin.”

Anna’s mouth dropped open in surprise. He
wouldn’t tell Devin?

Aaron gave Anna a pained look. “Don’t punish
her. She didn’t start it. I did.”

Peter nodded stiffly and then looked at Anna.
“Get dressed.”

She pulled on her tights and leotard as
quickly as possible and Aaron pulled on a pair of sweats.

“Pull your bun out,” Peter barked. “You look
like you’ve been fucking on a couch.”

Anna brushed her hair out with her fingers
and stood looking nervously at Peter. He studied her face and then
reached out to touch the bruise on her cheek. “What happened?”

“Devin was angry that I had upset you
yesterday. He...gave me an attitude adjustment.”

“Do you see what he does to her?” Aaron
growled. “This is nothing compared to the things I’ve seen.”

Peter held up his hand to Aaron and then
looked at him. “Keep your distance,” he said, but not unkindly.

When she was dressed, Peter took her hand and
led her out of Aaron’s dressing room. “Why were you in Aaron’s
dressing room? I didn’t see you during rehearsal.”

“Isaak sent me to sleep. I...didn’t sleep
last night and he knew it.”

“Why didn’t you sleep?”

“Because Devin came over.”

“All night?”

She shook her head. “But the injection didn’t
wear off until I got here this morning and I couldn’t sleep.”

“Injection?”

Anna shrugged. “He calls it nerve juice.
It...makes the lightest touch feel like razor blades.” She touched
her cheek. “This he gave me before he used the syringe.” She turned
to Peter. “I’m sorry I angered you yesterday. I...think the
apartment is very nice.”

He stopped and looked at her. “He really hurt
you because of me?” he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

“It’s okay. I can handle it.” She didn’t want
to make him feel bad.

Peter sighed and looked troubled again. He
kissed her gently on the lips. “You should go warm up. I’ll see you
later.” He turned and walked away.

Anna went to the dressing room and warmed up
in an empty corner. She worried about Aaron. Being with him again
had been incredible. But would Peter keep his word? Why wouldn’t he
tell Devin? He told Devin that she’d pissed him off yesterday, why
was this different? She’d never forgive herself if something
happened to Aaron.

When she had warmed up sufficiently, she
began to get ready for the performance as the other girls were
doing. They ignored her for the most part, though she saw them
whispering and looking at her every once in a while. She lifted her
chin and put on her protective icy exterior again.

“Does Peter know you’re a slut?” someone
asked as Anna was pulling her costume from the rack.

Anna looked up to see Jackie giving her a
look of disdain. “What are you talking about?”

“I saw you opening night. Going off with all
those men. You get off on fucking married men in public?”