The Life of Anna, Part 4: Ensnared (13 page)

Arms were around her when Anna woke the next
morning. She was on her side and there was an arm across her upper
chest and an arm around her waist. She knew it was Peter’s warm
body behind her, but why? They’d met over six weeks ago and he had
never held her before, except when other people were around. She
saw the alarm would be going off in a minute and tried to untangle
herself from his arms. He wouldn’t be happy if he woke up this
close to her.

“Anna, what are you doing?” he asked as she
pulled at his arm.

“I didn’t want you to know you were holding
me,” she said softly, not looking at him.

“I wouldn’t be holding you if I didn’t want
to.”

Anna didn’t speak for a moment. “You’ve never
held me in bed before.”

“Maybe I was wrong not to.”

Anna didn’t know what to say, so she kept
quiet, though her jaw trembled slightly.

“How are you feeling?” he asked quietly.

“Okay. I’ll be fine in a few days. You can
still...I mean, we can have sex this morning. You don’t have to
worry about hurting me...if you were worried, which you don’t have
to be....”

The thought of him taking her in the ass made
her want to cry, but she wouldn’t tell him. Zach liked to do cruel
things to her ass. She rolled onto her stomach, as was their
morning custom and braced herself. He still hadn’t done anything
except anal, aside from the first night they were together.

Peter grabbed hold of her shoulder and turned
her onto her back. He cradled her cheek and then kissed her. Anna
froze in shock and her mind went wild trying to understand what was
going on. Why was he kissing her? Why was he being nice? Was it a
trick?

He continued gently kissing her, his lips
softly caressing hers until she got hold of her wits and kissed him
back. He stroked her cheek and neck and shoulders as he kissed her.
He gently kissed his way down her neck and to her tender breasts.
She braced herself for pain, but his kisses remained gentle. He ran
his hands lightly over her arms and stomach, and kissed her all
over.

He moved back to kiss her mouth. “Are you
okay if we have sex?”

She nodded and tried to roll over again. He
shook his head and kissed her neck, then pushed her thighs
apart.

“What are you doing?” she asked
nervously.

He smiled gently at her. “Sex?”

“Like this?”

“Is that okay?”

Anna blinked. “Y-yes, if you want to.” She
wanted to so badly, but was nervous, too. Her ass had been the
primary means of pleasing men for several weeks. Even at the
Gatherings, Devin had them using her ass or mouth instead of her
pussy.

Peter positioned himself at her entrance and
she gasped as he pressed forward. Tears sprang to her eyes and she
bit her lip to keep from crying out. She was tight from disuse and
it hurt. She was also swollen and sore from the previous night’s
activities with Zach.

“Are you okay, Anna?”

She squeezed her eyes shut and nodded. It
would be much easier to answer that question if she was facing away
from him as she normally did. She didn’t know how she felt about
being face to face with him.

“Anna, look at me.”

She obediently opened her eyes and looked at
him with fearful eyes.

“Am I hurting you?”

Since when did he start caring if he hurt
her? Well, no that wasn’t entirely fair. He never really cared if
she enjoyed herself, but didn’t seem to want to hurt her.

“I’m fine,” she said quietly, looking away
from his face.

He leaned down to kiss her neck as he pressed
forward again. Anna held her breath and clenched her jaw as he
slowly entered her body. Her breathing was shallow and she kept her
eyes closed and hands by her side, clenching the sheets against the
pain.

“God, you feel good,” he murmured against her
ear and started moving slowly.

She didn’t dare embrace him or do anything to
make it personal for fear of upsetting him. He’d made it clear many
times that sex was just a physical act and he reserved the emotions
for his girlfriend back home.

She moved as she could to make sure he
enjoyed himself, uncertain as to whether he would want her to
climax or not. She decided against it, since he liked being in
control of that and concentrated her movements on what he seemed to
like. His movements quickened and he moved so that it was difficult
for her to not orgasm, but she kept her mind concentrated on his
pleasure. When he shouted out in Russian and stiffened his
movements as he came, she winced, but smoothed her face as he
relaxed so he wouldn’t know she was hurting.

He nuzzled her neck for a moment before
rolling to his side, bringing her with him. She lay stiffly by his
side, not knowing what to do as he stroked her hair and kissed her
head.

After a few minutes, he stretched and sat up.
“We should get moving.”

Anna nodded, and got out of bed quickly, glad
to be away from his confusing touch. She dressed in her long
sleeves and pants to hide her bruises and was thankful she didn’t
partner yet. That would have been difficult with how she was
feeling at the moment.

“Anna, this was sent to me for some reason.”
Aaron handed her a large envelope and glanced at Peter, who was
standing next to her.

She looked up at Peter before taking it from
him. He nodded and she took it. The return address was a German
one. “Do you know who it’s from?”

Aaron shrugged. “I can’t read German.”

“It looks like it’s from a lawyer of some
sort,” Peter said.

“A lawyer?” Had Wilhelm finally come to his
senses and decided to disown her? She pulled at the flap and found
a letter and several smaller envelopes inside. The letter was
addressed to
Herzogin
Anna and indicated that there had
been suspected fraud in the Kunze finances and that all the family
members were being issued new credit cards and online account
information, including her Amazon.com and Kindle account. There
were five envelopes with credit cards in them with her name on
them. “I don’t think Devin will want me having these.”

Aaron and Peter looked at each other. “It’s
not really for Devin to decide, is it?” Peter asked. “Wilhelm is
your Master and your father-in-law.”

Anna looked at Peter, once again frightened
at his new niceness. Was it a trick so he could tell Devin and get
her punished?

“I wanted to thank you for speaking to me
last night, Aaron,” Peter said, glancing at Anna. “I appreciate
your candor.”

Anna looked between the two men, not
understanding what was going on. Peter hated Aaron. Aaron hated
Peter. Why had they talked last night?

She shoved the papers and cards back into the
envelope and handed it back to Aaron. “Send it back. Tell Wilhelm I
don’t need them.” She walked away as fast as she could and sat down
in her normal spot to get ready for class.

Peter stood next to his dance partner, Erin,
during classes. They were dancing the part of the snow king and
queen and Erin was ecstatic. She gazed at him with wide eyes
whenever he spoke to her, and he usually would flirt lightly with
her and some of the other women as well. Not enough to be thought
of as cheating, but enough to keep them interested in him. Though
when he was near Anna, he held her hand or had his arm around her
waist.

Anna was surprised when she didn’t see him
flirting that morning. He was friendly, but there was no sensuous
smile offered and he backed away when she touched him. He and Aaron
were even acting like friends.

At lunch, Peter paid for her meal, which he
never did. He asked her several times if she was feeling okay, to
which she always responded with a “yes,” even though her body was
aching.

When they got home that evening, Peter handed
her the envelope that she had given back to Aaron. “You should read
the letter.” He gave her a pointed look and then went to take a
shower.

She dumped everything out on the table and
picked up the letter again. A line was underlined at the bottom of
the letter that she hadn’t noticed this morning. “Purchases made on
these cards will be monitored by the Herzog.” What did that mean?
It was a warning not to use them? Then why did Peter give them to
her? She sighed and rubbed her forehead. This was one of the most
confusing days she’d had in a while and it was giving her a
headache.

She heard the water from Peter’s shower turn
off and was about to go take a shower when there was a knock at the
door. She went to answer it with a churning stomach and prayed it
wasn’t Zach. Jayce Corbin, one of Devin’s deacons, was standing
there. Well, at least it wasn’t Zach. Jayce could be rough, but
nothing compared to Zach, and sighed in relief.

“Hi, Jayce,” Anna said softly. “Won't you
come in?” She stepped aside and he walked in.

“Hello, Anna. Nice place.”

“Thanks.” She looked around nervously. “I,
um, just got home and haven’t had a chance to shower yet. Do
you...mind waiting a few minutes?” She winced as she waited for his
answer.

Jayce frowned then shrugged. “Yeah. Just
hurry.”

She gave him a small smile and hurried into
the bedroom where Peter was getting dressed. She glanced back at
the door. “Someone’s...here to see me. He’s one of Devin’s
deacons.”

Peter frowned and cursed in Russian. “Does he
hurt you too?”

Anna found that question strange.
“Sometimes.”

She went into the bathroom and took the
fastest shower she could. When she was done, she braided her hair
and put her robe on before going out to get Jayce.

He and Peter were sitting on the couch
talking and they looked up when she walked into the room. Jayce
raised his eyebrow at her and for a minute she couldn’t figure out
why. Then she remembered that he liked her incredibly submissive,
and quickly dropped to her knees by the bedroom door.

“Robe,” Jayce said, walking over to her.

She quickly untied her robe and dropped it to
the ground.

“It hasn’t been that long, Anna. Is your
memory going?”

“No, Sir,” Anna said softly. “I’m sorry,
Sir.”

He tugged on her braid and she followed him
into the bedroom. “Do you still have the toys?”

“Yes, Sir.” She went to the closet and pulled
out a bag of the things Jayce liked to play with and handed it to
him, then went back to her knees.

“Naughty girl. I think you need a spanking
and a reminder of what I like.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Anna changed the sheets after Jayce left.
Peter was nowhere to be seen and she was struggling with the fitted
sheet. She was exhausted and sore and just wanted to go to bed, but
couldn’t get the fitted sheet to work right.

She cried out in frustration and tugged
again, but it still wouldn’t work. Peter would be angry, she knew
it. She felt like an idiot, standing and crying over a sheet, but
she couldn’t stop herself.

“Here, let me do it.” Peter unclenched her
fingers and took the sheet from her. He took it off the bed and
started again, doing it as he did everything: perfectly.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered and reached for
the other sheet. Tears blurred her vision and she wiped them
away.

Peter put his hands on her upper arms. “Have
you showered?” he asked kindly.

Anna shook her head. “I wanted to get the
sheets changed first.”

He took the sheet from her. “I’ll take care
of the bed. You go shower.”

She did as he told her, showering quickly,
and then returned to find the bed made and Peter sitting on it,
waiting for her. She started to untie her robe for him and he put
his hands on hers.

“No, Anna. It’s okay. Do you want some
dinner?”

Anna hesitated. She wasn’t hungry, but knew
she should eat. “Sure.”

He took her out to the dining table where
there were several take out containers. “Do you like Chinese? I got
it while you were...busy.”

She sat down and looked at him nervously. He
got plates and silverware and placed them on the table. Steam
escaped as he opened the containers and he pushed them towards
her.

“Take what you like. I got a variety.”

Anna dished out some rice and some sort of
chicken and vegetable dish as Peter sat watching her. If he told
Devin what she was eating, he would have something good to
report.

“My parents are coming up for opening night,”
he said, scooping out a heaping spoonful of rice and dumping it on
his plate. “Vlad and Nina as well.”

“Nina?”

“My aunt.”

“Oh.” She frowned. “Up?”

“Yes. My parents live in Laguna Beach. My
mother is American.”

That would explain his excellent English. “I
didn’t know that.”

“I grew up in Laguna Beach, but went to
secondary school in St. Petersburg so I could dance there. I lived
with Vlad and Nina. When they gave up the idea of having a boy, I
started spending more time with them.”

“You have a thick accent though.”

“I’ve spent the last ten years primarily
speaking Russian. And I spoke Russian when I lived at home too. At
least to my father. My mom made sure I spoke proper English as
well. Being here has helped a lot. She’s happy.” He chuckled.

“Were you born here?”

He shook his head. “I was born in St.
Petersburg. So were Sergei and Pavel. But Yuri and Natalya were
born in California.”

“Your brothers and sister?” They had “been
together” for six weeks and she realized she barely knew anything
about him. She knew he had three younger brothers and a sister, but
never knew their names.

Peter nodded and smiled. “My mother is
thrilled that she doesn’t have to freeze to see me dance Nutcracker
this year.”

Anna nodded and smiled.

“Did you read the letter?” he asked, nodding
towards the yellow envelope he had given her.