The Life of Anna, Part 1: Enslaved (6 page)

“Anna, Ian is a good guy.”

I snorted and then covered my mouth, horrified at what I’d done. Where were all these emotions coming from?

Devin laughed.
“It’s okay, Anna. I know you’ve only had...painful interactions with him. But that’s because I needed it to be that way. He really is a nice guy and he will keep you safe. Once you get to know him, you might like him.” Devin paused. “He thinks you’re very pretty.”

“He does?” Why did that thought intrigue me?

“Yes. He’s also quite the lover. The girls all like it when he visits downstairs.” Devin looked amused. “You might like him in your bed.”

I shook my head in disbelief.
“Why would I voluntarily want to take someone to bed with me?” I asked before I realized the words were coming out of my mouth. This safe room was loosening my tongue. I feared it might be loosened too much.

Devin just laughed...again. Apparently, I was very entertaining today. Well, I guess that was better than
him hitting me.
Yes, definitely better than hitting me.
Could I trust this change in him? I searched his eyes, but saw nothing that would indicate he was insincere.

“Oh, Baby. Just try to go a few days without sex. See how desperate you get for a hard cock in your pussy.”

I looked at him skeptically. “I doubt it.” The thought of being able to be away from a man for more than a few hours thrilled me. A bed to myself. A room to myself. It sounded heavenly.

“I like it that you feel comfortable enough in here to snort and express yourself. That pleases me immensely.” He leaned forward and kissed my cheek. “I want things to be different from now on. I want things to be good for you.” His voice was soft and tender.
So unlike him. Perhaps he really had changed.

He pressed his lips to mine, pushing his tongue against my mouth to gain entry. I succumbed to the pressure and his tongue darted into my mouth, teasing and cajoling mine. I moaned and pressed my mouth to his as my body reacted as it
had been trained to. My nipples hardened and I could feel my pussy moistening and swelling. I swirled my tongue around his, pulling it into my mouth and sucking on it slightly. I heard him moan and he brought his hand behind my head, threading his fingers into my braid.

I knew he wanted me. I could tell by his breathing that he was aroused. I tentatively
placed one hand on his knee and slid it up his thigh towards his cock. He groaned as my fingers brushed the bulge in his pants. I pressed my thumb against the base of his shaft and moved the pressure upwards.

“Oh, God, Anna,” he moaned into my mouth. I was pleasing him!

He suddenly pulled away from me and put his hand on mine to stop me from caressing his hard cock. “Oh, stop, Baby. Please,” he pleaded.

I blinked, confused.
“Did I do something wrong? I thought you were enjoying it.”

Devin grimaced.
“Yes, Baby, I was enjoying it. Very much so.” He took a deep breath. “I think I understand what Jack was talking about with your lack of social refinement.”

Social refinement?
What did he mean? The only reason a man would bother to kiss me was because he wanted sex. That much I knew. If a man wanted to have sex with me, I was to do whatever I could to make sure he enjoyed himself. It was simple really. Why didn’t Devin want me?

“Baby, sometimes a man just wants to kiss a woman.
Without it leading to sex.” He took a deep breath.

I tilted my head, not understanding his words.
“Why wouldn’t he want sex?”

He gave me a funny look and then his features softened once more.
“Sometimes there just isn’t time to have sex and he just wants to touch her. Or tease her. Kissing can simply be a sign of affection.”

“Affection?”
I echoed. The idea was not completely foreign to me; some vague memory of affection towards me skimmed the edge of my mind. Yes, when Devin used to hold me and kiss me on Jack’s couch. We didn’t have sex then but he held and kissed me all the time. That was affection. I remember now.

I looked up at him, tears in my eyes.
“Do you feel affection for me again?” I whispered.

“I do.”

The look in his eyes filled me with warmth and I ran my hands up his thighs. He shook his head, smiling gently, and put my hands on my own thighs. “You don’t want to have sex with me?” I asked, hurt clenching my heart.

“Oh, yes, I do, Anna.
Very much so.” He cupped my cheek. “But I was just kissing you because I wanted to show you affection.”

“Oh.” I still felt confused. “How do I tell the difference? I know you were aroused, so I did what I was supposed to do. If a man wants to have sex with me, but he doesn’t....” I sighed. I knew Devin wanted to have sex with me. He even said so. But then he told me to stop. “I don’t understand,” I groaned.

“Baby, don’t get upset. It’s all right.” He sighed but didn’t sound exasperated. “Maybe the best thing to do, until you’re able to tell the difference, is to let the man take the lead. If he kisses you, kiss him back. If he starts pursuing more, then you can do more. At some point you’ll learn the difference and be able to act accordingly.” He paused. “Accept his kisses and his touch, but don’t go further than he does unless he indicates that he wants you to. I know you can read men very well, but desiring sex and making the choice to have sex can be very different things.”

I frowned. That made no sense.

“Anna, you could walk into a store this afternoon and sense that every man in there wanted to have sex with you. It’s a likely scenario. Men are aroused visually and easily. But I don’t want you to feel obligated to work your way through the men in the store. Does that make sense?”

I thought for a moment.
“I guess a little. Just because a man wants to have sex doesn’t mean he wants to?” It sounded convoluted, but I was beginning to understand.

“Yes, I suppose that’s an accurate summary. I’ll help you learn. Jack taught you about seduction, right?” I nodded. “Sometimes I’ll ask you to go have sex with a man. When I say that, I mean I want you to seduce him. I don’t want you to walk up to him, grab his cock and shove it in your pussy. Seduction is an art and Jack told me you were very good at it. In general, the best way for a woman to work a man is through seduction. Aggressive women can be a turn off to a lot of us.”

Okay. Seduction, not raw sex. Got it.

“Anna, there are men out there who will want to seduce you. Let them. Men want to be in charge. Let them think they are. If you need to seduce them, let them think they are the ones seducing you.”

“So, I’m manipulating them into doing what I want them to do, and making them think that they came up with the idea?”

“Exactly!
You are a smart girl, Anna.” Devin’s wide smile and sparkling eyes warmed me from head to toe.

I beamed, thrilled that I had caught on at last, though my head was starting to hurt from all the new ideas being crammed inside.

“But Anna,” Devin added in a low voice, his smile disappearing in an instant. “Never,
ever
manipulate
me
. Do you understand?” The darkness in his eyes made me shiver. I knew that Devin well.

“Yes, Devin,” I whispered. “I understand.” I swallowed nervously.

Immediately his demeanor changed back into his new, pleasant self. “Good girl.”

Devin proceeded to tell me about the Gatherings that occurred on Friday nights at the
Manor; some were more formal than others were. Regardless of the formality, however, I would present myself to Devin at each one and then sit at his feet until he wanted me. These Gatherings more often than not resembled orgies rather than meetings, though quite a bit of business was conducted. Men were more open to suggestion just after a good orgasm, he explained.

“Come, I’ll show you the Great Hall.” Devin stood and I followed him out of the room. We wound our way through the massive building and down multiple staircases. I got lost after a few turns. Devin assured me that I wouldn’t have to find my way around alone; I’d always have a guide to take me wherever I needed to go.

While we walked, Devin explained how the Manor worked, including what he meant by “his girls.”

“They’re sex slaves,” he explained. “Generation after generation of girls
have been born in this house to do the bidding of the current Master. Me being the current Master, my father before me, his father before him, et cetera. Some girls have certain specialized skills. I also have breeders; their sole job is to produce the next generation of girls.”

“What if they have boys?” I asked.

“That doesn’t happen very often. We have...ways...of leaning the odds in favor of female babies. Of course, I need males, but not as many. Ian was born to a breeder.”

Ian?

“Other girls specialize in hard play...masochism, if you will. Several are especially talented and they enjoy special privileges. All the girls are identified by their necklaces. The breeders wear a simple silver chain and they have their own special area of the Manor. Common girls wear a simple silver collar. Masochists wear a silver color with a red design on it. That way the men know what they are getting. All of my girls are experts in the sexual arts. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be here. I’d find another job for them or eliminate them.”

“Eliminate them?”

“I’m sure you know what I mean, Anna. There is no benefit in keeping a useless slave. I have had to eliminate very few girls for that reason. I need cooks and maids, too.” He shrugged. “Everyone who works here was born here. Everyone who was born here is a slave. The men provide security and make sure the house is running properly. ”

“So Ian’s a slave?”

“Yes. My most trusted slave and I do consider him a friend; he is in charge of things when I am not here. But, yes, he is a slave. Slaves are marked. Well, everyone involved in the Brotherhood is marked. Slaves are marked in a particular way. I’m even marked. As is Jack.”

I frowned. I don
’t remember seeing a mark on my guardian’s body.

“Haven’t you ever wondered about that double ring that pierces the head of his cock?”

In truth, I’d never thought about it. It had always been there. It was on the top side and spanned the crown of the head of his cock. It consisted of two rings, about a centimeter in diameter connected by a thin metal bar. I knew not to catch my teeth on it.

“That is the mark of a Brother.”

“Oh.” Some of Jack’s friends had them and others didn’t. “I never thought much about it.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to, Anna. Common brothers are marked with the double ring. All slaves are marked with rings through both their nipples. Female slaves have a belly ring and a ring on their left outer pussy lip. Slaves that are extra special to their Masters have their clits pierced.”

“Wow.” I winced. It sounded painful.

We arrived at pair of large polished, wooden doors and he pushed them open.
“This is the Great Hall.” His voice echoed in the dark room. I heard a series of clicks and lights flickered on above me.

The Hall was enormous. Two levels of balconies circled the entire room. Closed doors were located intermittently around the room and in the balconies as well. A deep red carpet covered the floor except for a four
-foot wide wooden border around the perimeter. Five massive crystal chandeliers hung down from the gilded ceiling. Clusters of chaise lounges and easy chairs were scattered throughout.

In the far corner of the room was a gigantic statue of a golden eagle, wings slightly open, whose head was as high as the top balcony. Its legs were separated and tall enough for a man to walk through without stooping. The talons jutted forth onto a wide, raised dais. An elaborate throne
-like chair sat in the middle of the dais.

I felt a curious energy coursing through the room as I stood there. Something I could only describe as power. I closed my eyes and the force flowed through my body, melding with my own spirit. The room
’s spirit and my own shared a common source; I belonged here.

As I opened my eyes, I saw a flash of light in the corner of the room near the statue. Or, at least, I thought I did. It looked like...a glowing man
disappearing? No, that wasn’t possible, was it?

I glanced up to see Devin watching me with keen interest.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

For a moment, I would have sworn that he wanted to devour me, but I blinked several times and the look was gone.

I glanced back at the corner. It was dark and empty. Had I imagined the man? I looked up at Devin. “I....” My mind must have been going into overload. Men didn’t disappear into thin air. And they certainly didn’t glow. “Yes, Devin.”

“Generally when we are out of your room, you should act, speak and stand in a submissive manner,” Devin warned.
“Especially in this room.”

“I’m sorry, my lord,” I said softly, lowering my head.

Devin pulled me close and kissed me. “It’s all right. You didn’t know. Besides, there’s no one here right now, so it’s not much of an issue. I just wanted to warn you. Disobedience is punished, and punished harshly.” He trailed kisses down to my jaw and ran his tongue down my neck to my collarbone. I took in a sharp breath and tilted my head back. “Good girl,” he murmured into my neck, biting gently. “Let me lead.”