The Life of Anna, Part 1: Enslaved

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Baby. I think I would like to see you perform again, if the Ballet Master thinks you’re able.” His smiled. “I’ll give him a call next week and see what I can find out.”
    My heart soared. “Oh, thank you, Devin! Thank you!” I stood on tiptoe and kissed him hard on his mouth. I could hardly contain myself. He looked pleased and kissed me back. Hard.
    Instantly the mood changed. He pulled his fingers through my hair and forced his tongue into my mouth. I opened my lips willingly, wanting to please him with my best sexual techniques, but remembering his advice about following the man ’s lead. I kissed him back, our tongues dancing around each other’s. I could feel the heat of his passion radiating out from his body. He reached for the bottom of my sweater and pulled it over my head in one swift motion. I felt his erection press against my belly as he pulled me against him once more. I leaned into him, wrapping my arms around his neck.
    He picked me up and carried me towards the bed. I wrapped my legs around his waist, kissing him passionately. We fell onto the bed, his body pressed above mine. My desire for him made it difficult to breath.
    His lips trailed down my chin and down to my neck. I lifted my chin and he continued the downward trail, veering to the side to kiss my breast. He trailed little kisses around the circumference of one breast and then did the same to the other. I wanted his mouth on my nipples but he seemed to kiss my breasts everywhere except there. I squirmed and he sucked on the lower edge of one breast. I pressed my hips into his, moaning desperately. He chuckled, and then slowly, agonizingly, trailed his tongue up to my nipple and took the hardened bud into his mouth. An electric current shot straight down to my clit.
    “Yes, Devin, please...,” I begged. He sucked hard and then brought his teeth together to bite, almost to the point of pain. I pressed my head back into the mattress, mouth open in ecstasy. He repeated the teasing on the other side as I wiggled beneath him.
    My body was going crazy. My pussy ached for touch. I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my fingers through his thick black hair. In the back of my mind I expected him to get angry at my touch, but the anger never materialized. He continued teasing and cajoling my breasts until he began a slow path down to my belly, licking and kissing the whole way down. When he reached the waistband of my jeans, he undid the button and zipper, but didn’t remove them. Instead, he pulled it apart and kissed my hip just above the hipbone. My hips jerked at his touch.
    I moaned loudly and clenched my stomach muscles as he nuzzled the skin. He lay on my legs so I couldn ’t move, making his touch even more enticing. He trailed kisses across my lower belly to my other hip and sucked on the skin above my hipbone, once again drawing an involuntary flex towards his face.
    Devin chuckled and looked up at me with dark, impassioned eyes. “You’ve always liked it when I kissed you there. Even when you were little. Do you remember?”
    I remembered lying on Jack ’s couch and Devin kissing me in the same spot. “Yes,” I hissed, wanting more. More of everything.
    Suddenly his weight was gone. I opened my eyes to find him standing next to the bed looking down at me, eyes full of passion and pants bulging.
    “Undress me.”
    I scrambled off the bed and began eagerly undoing the buttons on his blue dress shirt. I made quick work of them and pushed the shirt off his shoulders.
    “Don’t throw the shirt on the floor, I need it later,” he said in a husky voice. I carefully placed the shirt on the back of a chair and returned to him.
    He was lean and fit. The muscles were firm and distinct, but he clearly wasn ’t interested in bulking up. A scattering of dark hair covered his chest. I ran my fingers through it and smiled, enjoying the coarseness of it. I’d laid my head on his bare chest countless times as a child, but never

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