The Life of Anna, Part 5: Emerged

by Marissa Honeycutt

  “Oh.” She stared at the ground.

  “Katrina,” he said in a gentle voice. “I will not call him. I only said that so you understand. My employer desires to stay as hidden as you desire to keep this from your fiancé.”

  “Okay.” She swallowed nervously.

  “He will not speak to you. You will not touch him unless he initiates it. You may speak to him, but his silence limits the questions he can answer. ‘Yes’ or ‘No’ questions work.” Simon grinned. “If the answer is no, he will tap you on the nose. No, nose? Get it?”

  Anna giggled and nodded. At least he seemed to have a sense of humor.

  “If he strokes your cheek, it means ‘yes.’”

  “Okay.”

  “He will not hurt you. If you don’t like something he’s doing, tell him and he will stop. He wants this to be a mutually enjoyable experience.”

  “Okay.”

  “When you two are...done, he will leave and you may stay the rest of the night in the room and leave whenever you are ready in the morning. There is a change of clothing in the bathroom for you and a car will be available to take you home. Just speak to the front desk.”

  “How will I know when we’re done?” She blushed at Simon’s arched brow. “I mean...sometimes men like to do things multiple times.”

  Simon chuckled. “He will hand you something before he leaves. After he hands you the item and you hear the door close, you may remove your blindfold and do whatever you wish for the remainder of the night. However,” He turned serious again. “If you attempt to follow him, I will again be forced to contact your fiancé.”

  Anna nodded in understanding.

  “I will be in touch with you within a few days to see how you enjoyed yourself. Like I said at the club, if the two of you enjoy each other’s company, we can arrange more evenings like this one.”

  Anna took in a shaky breath. “Okay.”

  Simon held up the blindfold. “Are you ready?”

  Anna nodded and bit her lip. What was she doing?

  Simon walked around behind her and tied the soft fabric across her eyes. “Can you see anything?”

  “No,” she answered barely above a whisper.

  She heard Simon knock on the door and her heart pounded as the door opened. Mr. J. didn’t move for a moment and she began to tremble as she felt his eyes take her in. A large warm hand enveloped hers and she was led into the room, the door closing behind her with a soft click.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Mr. J. took her by her two hands and led her across the room slowly. Not being able to see made her rely on her other senses. She smelled something sweet, roses perhaps? Yes, definitely roses. And something else...vanilla. She could hear Mr. J’s breathing, steady and above her head as if he were quite tall. Her heart quickened and she gave a small smile. She did have a thing for tall men.

  He stopped and put his hands on her upper arms and squeezed gently as if to say ‘stay.’ She felt the heat of his body come close and then felt the gentle scratch of a beard as he kissed her cheek. Shivers ran down her arms at that simple touch and she swallowed hard.

  The mattress made a noise as if he sat down on it and then he took her hands again, pulling her closer to him with several small steps on her part. He took hold of her ankle and she shifted her weight so he could slide the strappy sandal off, and then did the same with her other foot.

  “Thank you,” she said softly. She felt much steadier on bare feet while blindfolded. Did she just hear him smile?

  His fingers touched her jaw line and trailed gently down her neck and along the deep neckline of her shirt. Goosebumps emerged in the wake of his touch. She heard the sound of fabric sliding against itself and realized he was untying her shirt.

  She let out a very shaky breath as he parted her shirt and let it fall off her shoulders. She heard the rustle of fabric as it settled onto the floor. When he didn’t move, she trembled. Did he know what her piercings meant? She stepped back unconsciously but he grasped her hand and held her in place, then traced the underside of her breasts with a finger. Her nipples tightened into hard pebbles at his touch and she sucked in short, stabbing breaths. He pulled her skirt and thong down and she stood in front of him, naked. She wasn’t normally ashamed of how she looked, but she couldn’t see his face to see if he was pleased or not, and it made her nervous.

  When he finally cupped her left breast in his large hand, she moaned softly and parted her lips, gasping for breath. It had been far too long since she’d been touched. How had she survived?

  He plucked gently at her nipple and tugged at her ring, still holding her other hand. The heat that had already been forming between her legs roared into a blazing inferno and she squeezed her legs together.

  He squeezed her breast gently and pulled her even closer with the ring. She could feel his hard thighs on either side of her own legs, covered in soft material. Finely woven wool perhaps.

  “Oh, God!” she cried as he took her nipple into his mouth. She instinctively reached out for his shoulders but he caught her hands before she could and held them at the small of her back.

  “I’m sorry,” she said breathlessly. “I didn’t mean...Oh!” He sucked at her breast with increasing pressure and she felt like she could have come right then and there. His hands caressed her back slowly as his tongue swirled around her nipple.

  He released her breast, the air cold after his hot mouth, and kissed his way to her other breast, lapping at it with his tongue a little before taking it into his mouth like the other.

  “Oh, God!” she moaned, tilting her head back. If his hands hadn’t been there, she would have fallen backwards. As it was, she was having a difficult time making her knees stay straight. His hands separated and ran around to the side of her ribs. His thumbs caressed the side of her breasts and her knees buckled. He caught her and released her breast.

  “I’m sorry. It’s been a while....” She swallowed nervously. He caressed her cheek gently. “Is that okay?” she whispered. He paused and then stroked her cheek again. She blushed and smiled shyly.

  He moved his hand and his thumb brushed her bottom lip. She fisted her hands at her sides, itching to touch him, but knowing she couldn’t. He took her hands in his and intertwined his fingers with hers. Her heart pounded at the intimate gesture and when his lips brushed hers, she whimpered slightly at the quiet intensity of the moment. She tilted her head slightly, letting him know she wanted to kiss him. He hesitated for a moment and then nibbled on her lower lip, making her lips part. He pressed his lips to hers and his tongue darted between her teeth.

  He tasted of sweet red wine and man. His scent was very masculine, in an outdoorsy way. A hint of lemon and cinnamon, and cypress. His facial hair tickled her lips as she groaned against his mouth and leaned in against him. Her nipples came in contact with a hard chest. He didn’t pull away and she increased the pressure, her breasts now firmly against his bare chest.

  She heard a growl in his chest and he snaked his arms around her and pulled her to the bed, rolling on top of her. His kisses became intensely passionate and she gasped for breath as he released her mouth and kissed down her neck and between her breasts. He lavished attention on one breast with his mouth as his hand kneaded her other breast. He rolled her nipple between his fingers and pulled slightly, eliciting another deep moan from her.

  She could feel his erection at her thigh. It was very, very hard beneath the soft wool of his pants. Unthinking, she reached for him and he caught her hands and held them above her head. He pushed them gently and then released them. She took that to mean to keep them up there. His hands trailed down her sides and his mouth kissed down between her breasts and to her belly where he swirled his tongue around her belly ring.

  He kissed across her stomach and down to her hips, and then trailed his tongue along her hipbone. She squirmed and he held her hips gently and traced her other hipbone with his tongue.

  Her pussy was on fire. She wanted him inside her so badly. />
  She wanted his mouth between her legs, but when he kissed the top of her mound gently, she jerked and cried out “No!” Horrible memories of what Devin had done to her every night flooded in and she twisted to get away.

  Mr. J. released her, though whether it was from shock or concern, she wasn’t sure. She rolled to her side and curled up in a ball.

  She felt him looking at her and could almost feel his concern. She felt bad. “I’m sorry,” she whimpered. “Just...give me a minute.”

  After a moment, Mr. J. lay down behind her and tucked her in close. She could feel his heart pounding against her back. He stroked her arm gently and she slowly relaxed. She swallowed nervously and turned over, even though she couldn't see him. “I’m sorry. I just....”

  He pressed his finger to her lips and then caressed her cheek. She smiled at his kindness. She leaned forward and searched for his mouth using his breathing as a guide. She pressed her lips gently to his. “I’m okay now. Just...don’t kiss me there. Please.”

  He didn’t move and she began to worry that she’d offended him, but she felt his gentle fingers on her cheek and his lips pressed gently against hers. All at once, the fire returned as he slid his hand down her back and to her ass. They moved to the side of her hip and stopped.

  “It’s okay if you use your hand,” she said in a strained whisper. That she could handle. She just didn’t want to remember the pain of what Devin had done with his mouth.

  He pressed at her hip and she rolled to her back. He tickled her belly gently and stroked her inner thighs, running them lightly and slowly up and down. Every time he approached her pussy, she held her breath but he didn’t touch her. After several minutes of teasing on his part and wiggling on hers, his fingers lightly brushed the outer lips of her sex.

  She moaned as his fingers traced the swollen lobes. They went lower and gently probed the wet inner petals. She spread her legs apart, wanting more. He sat up and then tugged at the rings.

  Anna wondered what he thought of all her piercings. “I...like rings,” she said lamely. He tapped her nose and she jumped. “I don’t like rings?” He tapped her nose again. Did she dare ask? “Do you know what they are?” she whispered.

  He didn’t move for a long minute. She could feel his hesitation and then a gentle caress on her cheek. She inhaled sharply and blew it out. “Did you know before you...asked for me?”

  Another hesitation and then a gentle tap on the nose. “I won’t tell if you don’t.” She smiled nervously.

  He caressed her cheek and then leaned in to kiss her on the mouth again while he slid his fingers slowly inside her. She broke the kiss as she gasped at his large fingers entering the tight space. “Oh!”

  He took her hands and held them above her head as if he knew she was about to reach for him, which she was. She wanted to touch him as he touched her. He slowly pressed his fingers in and out of her as he kissed her deeply. When her body had adjusted to that, he slipped in another one. She arched her back in pleasure, breaking the kiss once more. She gasped for breath and he kissed her neck. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she moved her hips in sync with his hand.

  “That feels so good,” she breathed.

  He kissed her cheek and then his fingers were gone. She whimpered as he moved off the bed, but when she heard the zipper, she smiled. “Oh.”

  Fabric rustled to the ground and she clenched her muscles in expectation. Her hands were still above her head and she clenched them together.

  She heard a sound that sounded like something tearing and then smelled latex. “A condom?” she asked, wrinkling her nose.

  The bed moved as he reached to stroke her cheek.

  She started to protest that he didn’t need to use one, but he knew what she was and was still using one so she supposed he had his reasons. Maybe the girls in Europe weren’t...fixed the way Devin took care of his girls. Maybe he thought that she—

  The thoughts disappeared as he moved back onto the bed between her legs. She could hear him breathing heavily as he leaned forward and pressed his cock against her very wet opening. It felt weird. She’d never had sex with a condom before and wondered why anyone would want to. But when he began to press himself inside her, once again all thoughts disappeared from her mind.

  “Oh God!” she exclaimed as his girth became apparent. She clutched at the pillow above her and almost tried to scoot away. But he leaned forward and kissed her, moving slowly inside and letting her body adjust to him. Kaveh had been bigger than this when he raped her, but he didn’t care about hurting her. Mr. J. was very kind and considerate, not pushing himself faster than she could adjust.

  As Mr. J.’s considerable girth filled her she felt an orgasm building as he scraped against the ceiling of her tight channel. She gasped for breath and dug her fingernails into her palms.

  “Oh, God! I’m going to come!”

  He briefly stroked her cheek and the explosion erupted in her body. She screamed out in ecstasy and wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him deeper. The slight pain of his size accentuated the pleasure and she reached another level of pleasure. He held her hands with his as he moved, making the orgasm last for what felt like an eternity. It wasn’t more than a minute before Anna heard him grunt and let out a deep groan as he stiffened against her and came. He squeezed her hands so tightly she felt like he would rip them off. They rode the rocket of pleasure together, bodies moving as one as each gained intense pleasure from the other’s movements.

  When Mr. J. finally collapsed on the bed next to her, Anna’s heart was pounding so hard she thought it would break a rib. “I haven’t had an orgasm like that in a really long time.”

  Mr. J. let out a breathy chuckle and squeezed her hand.

  She grinned up at the ceiling she couldn’t see. “I’d do that again,” she offered, cautiously.

  He moved and kissed her deeply, stroking her cheek the whole time.

  “I’ll take that as an agreement?” she grinned.

  Another gentle caress on the cheek. He kissed her again and then moved off the bed. She heard the rustle of fabric again and guessed that he was dressing. She lay quietly, listening to his quiet movements until she could feel him looking at her again. She blushed and smiled in the direction of his sounds, wishing she could see him.

  He pressed something thin and cool in her hands. The leaving token. “Will I ever get to see you?”

  There was a hesitation and then he kissed her on the mouth gently. He pulled away and she heard him walk across the room and then the door opened and closed. He hadn’t answered her question.

  She cautiously pulled the blindfold off and blinked in the dim lighting of the room. There were candles lit throughout the room and rose petals on the bed that she hadn’t felt, but had certainly smelled. She looked at her hand to see what he had given her.

  A single pink rose.

  She stared at it for a moment and dropped it, shaking her head. No. Pink roses were Alex’s to give.

  But Alex is dead. It wasn’t Mr. J.’s fault that pink roses reminded her of her dead husband. She put it on the pillow and went to blow out the candles and turn out the light.

  She could pretend it was Alex. If she never got to see him, it would be easy to do. It would give her a face to imagine. But was that wise?

  She sighed and crawled under the covers, staring at the rose for a long minute before taking it and bringing it to her nose. She rolled to her back. It smelled so good. Maybe she could just allow this mystery man to give her new memories. He seemed to want to see her again. It would be a year before she married Kurt. One last romantic fling with a mysterious stranger. In the Mystery room of the Library hotel.

  How fitting.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Anna’s phone rang, dragging her out of a wonderful dream about mystery men with hard chests and enormous cocks.

  She looked around for her purse and found it on the nightstand next to her. She smiled at Mr. J.’s thoughtfulness and dug out her phone.
It was Cameron.

  “Hi, Cameron,” she said, her face splitting into a goofy grin.

  “You sound happy,” Cameron said. “I was worried when I didn’t hear from you last night.”

  Anna looked at the clock. Almost eleven. She rarely slept this late. “Sorry, Cam. I...forgot.”

  “That good, eh?” He laughed.

  “Oh, God yes!” she groaned.

  “Are you home? I want to hear all the juicy details.”

  “No, I’m at....” She grinned again. “The Library Hotel. In the mystery room.”

  “How romantic!” Cameron squealed.

  Anna laughed. “I’ll get moving and call you when I get home.”

  “Do you need me to bring you clothes so you don’t have to take the walk of shame?”

  “No, I was told there were clean clothes for me here somewhere.”

  “Wow. He thought of everything, didn’t he? Wait, don't tell me anymore. Get home fast!”

  Anna laughed as she went into the bathroom to shower. A pair of denim shorts and a pink tank top hung on the back of the door along with a pair of panties and a bra. On the floor sat a shoe box with white sandals inside. All the right size. Mr. J. was good. She wondered if he did this often, and then pushed the thought aside. It would ruin the fantasy if she thought about it that way.

  After a luxurious shower, she braided her hair and dressed in the clothes. How did he know her style? Last night’s attire wasn’t exactly her norm. Come to think of it, she had this exact tank at home....

  Had he seen her before last night? She’d worn that tank on Monday when she’d walked to the library. Cameron said he’d moved in Sunday and she’d walked right by the condo. Had he seen her? Did he go to the club looking for her? The thought thrilled her.

  And he knew what she was, or at least partially. She almost looked like a common girl, with both nipples pierced. Was he a Brother? Was he a politician that was manipulated by the Brotherhood? Was he just as much a victim of them as she was? The thought saddened her. She knew what it was like to be manipulated by them.