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inside her and kissing her. His tongue mimicked the
movements of his cock, thrusting slowly in and out. Anna moaned
loudly and met his rhythm enthusiastically. His movements were deep
and deliberate, making her moan with each deep thrust. Her
fingernails dug into his back as she felt another orgasm
building.
    “God, Anna!” he shouted and cursed as his
cock throbbed deep inside her. She followed quickly and her muscles
clenched around him.
    He held her tightly and kissed her as he
softened inside her. He nuzzled her neck and then rolled to his
side, stroking her arm as he gazed lovingly into her eyes. “You’re
amazing, you know that?”
    Anna grinned and turned to face him. “I think
you’ve learned some new moves.”
    He chuckled. “Maybe.” He kissed her again,
sliding his hands down her back and hips. “Perfect. Absolutely
perfect.”
    She ran her hand slowly over his chest and
abs, loving every inch of him. She’d missed him so much.
    Music sounded loudly, making them both
jump.
    “Fuck,” Tommy said, sitting up and reaching
for his jeans. He pressed the screen and stood, running his hand
through his hair. “Hey, baby,” he said in a gentle tone that
wrenched Anna’s heart. “Yeah, just getting some air...yeah...I can
do that...okay...yeah, be home soon...love you, too.”
    Anna sat up and stared at her blanket. His
wife. She swallowed back tears and blinked rapidly.
    Tommy shrugged his clothes on. “I’m sorry,
Anna. I have to get home.”
    Anna nodded, but didn’t trust her voice to
say anything. He paused after he’d dressed, standing next to the
bed.
    “I’m sorry,” he whispered. He leaned down to
kiss her head and then left the room. She heard the apartment door
open and close a moment later and she kept staring at the blanket,
trying to understand how she felt. To put words to the pain in her
heart.
    Used. She felt used. She was a cheap
prostitute for him to use and then go home to his wife.
    No, Tommy truly cared for her. He helped her
escape.
    But he had a wife and a child on the way. A
family to go home to. Anna was a distraction from his
responsibilities.
    She rubbed her face. Confusion filled her
heart. She’d never felt like this before. Intellectually, she knew
she’d been
used
for years; since Devin first touched her
after her parent’s funeral. Maybe even before then. Why did it
bother her now?
    She was an Elder-Mistress. Her body was to be
used as the Elders pleased. She was trained to please their every
desire.
    Then why did she feel so empty? Was it the
illusion of freedom?
Was
her freedom just an illusion? Or
was it real? Did pretending something was true make it true?
Was
she a prostitute? After all, wasn’t that what they all
really were? Slaves. Sex slaves. Unpaid prostitutes.
    What was she? Was she a Mistress or a free
woman? As an Elder-Mistress, what just happened shouldn’t bother
her. As a free woman, what just happened broke her heart. Katrina
was the free woman. Anna was the slave. Was she Anna? Or was she
Katrina?
    Who did she want to be? Did it matter what
she wanted? The reality was that she was Anna. Katrina was an
illusion to keep Devin from finding her.
    Part of her wanted to embrace Katrina. To
find out what it was really like to be “free.” But could she? Could
she dare try to be something she’d never been before? And what did
that mean anyway? Saying no to men? She didn’t know if she could do
that.
    What did it mean to be free?
    The answer eluded her and made her head hurt.
She was too tired to think about it right now. She went into her
bathroom to take a shower and then watched TV until she couldn’t
keep her eyes open and fell asleep on the couch.
*****
    Devin stared out the window of his downtown
office. Where the hell was Anna? How was she eluding his search?
Someone, somewhere, had to know where she was. Someone had to be
helping her. There’s no way she could have done this on her
own.
    Who was helping her? Surely Wilhelm had
something to