The Coming of Anna (The Manhattan Series) (3 page)

He laughs when he continues: 
“I must sound like a textbook stalker.  You could have just slammed the door in
my face – or worse, never even answered the door when I knocked!  Today was the
first day I could not concentrate on my work at all.”

His eyebrows lift and he looks
a bit shy when he tells me about his secretary’s reaction:  “You should have
seen the look on my secretary’s face when I told her I am leaving early because
I have a date.  She could not even utter a goodbye.”

“Do you mean to tell me that
you have never been in a serious relationship in all your life?”  I ask,
stunned.

“No, I have been.  Once, many
years ago, I was married.  However, it was long ago and seems like it was in
another life.  Since then I have lived for my business.  In a way, my employees
have been my family.  Hey, don’t look so worried.  I am telling you, that all
changed since yesterday.”

This time I am the one leaning
in to kiss him.  I feel lightheaded.  This is all happening too fast.

“So now you know as much about
Thomas Coaster as anyone I know.  Except maybe for the readers of my business
prospectus,” he smiles.  “Now it is your turn.  What is the story behind Anna
Lemar?”

I start telling him about
myself.  I share with him all the trivial facts that anyone with Google should
be able to find online.  But talking about the things closest to my heart is
still too difficult, so I avoid it.  And the thing I avoid talking about the
most are my emotions that made a complete change in direction the moment he
knocked on my door last night. 

Even though I have been married
before, I know that I have never been in love.  I have suffered from a few
acute cases of puppy love and I got married too young.    

We did the things married
people do and everybody thought we were the perfect couple.  But what nobody
outside of our household knew:  there was never any real passion.  The only
time Mark was ever passionate, was when he was beating me. 

Making love was something we
did because that is what is expected from people who are married.  My body often
told me I needed more than I was getting.  Apparently having sex every two or
three weeks was more than enough for Mark.  I threw myself into bringing up our
children and my career.  At first I did some menial office jobs but by the time
the kids were toddlers, I decided to apply for a bursary to study part-time. 
It took almost six years of hard work during the day, caring for my husband and
children in the evenings and then study most of the night before I could call
myself a teacher.  In all this time the needs of my body did not go unnoticed
by me but if I wanted to survive a loveless marriage, I had to ignore it.

Even thinking about making love,
makes me want Thomas again.  But I try to ignore this and ask, “Can I ask you a
very personal question?”

He laughs again:  “Of course,
my lovely lady.   What is it you would like to know?”

I blush. 

“How often do you make love to
a woman?”

“Well now, that is a difficult
one to answer.  I guess if I was ever in a serious relationship, I would have
to say every day.  With my life the way it has been up to now, I can honestly
say very few and far between.  But I have a feeling that that is going to
change from now on.”

“What do you mean, change?”

“My sweet Anna, haven’t you
realized by now?  You have changed my life in less than a day.  I do not know
what is happening to me but one thing I can tell you, I want to see where this
thing between us is going.  I am a businessman and once I decide I want
something, I go straight for it.  I am not one to play games in life.  Life is
too short to waste any of it.  I knew I wanted you since the moment I saw you
get out of your car.  Can you deal with that?”

“Yes, I can.  If you will be
able to deal with me,” I smile at him as he leans in for another kiss.

During dessert he puts his hand
on my knee under the table.  I feel his strong fingers massage my knee and then
slowly move higher up my thigh.  I smile and remove my shoe.  I lift my leg and
put my foot in his lap.  Slowly, I massage his crotch with my foot while I keep
looking into his eyes.  Even though I find it hard to concentrate on everything
I am saying, I keep the conversation going.  I feel him harden under the
stroking movements of my foot, as he takes my foot and presses it hard against
him...

**********

It has been a long day and
the Sangria we had during dinner only makes me feel even more relaxed and a bit
sleepy. The curtain is not completely closed and the moonlight casts a glow
over our naked bodies.  I can see Thomas studying me, watching the rise and
fall of my breasts as I breathe. 

Drawing him close to me, I
feel his gentle touch as he lightly brushes my shoulder with his fingertips and
trails a path down my arm to my side.  His fingers follow the curves of my
body.  Softly he kisses my forehead and then his lips trace the contour down my
cheek to my neck.

He breaks his kiss and we
gaze
into each other’s eyes as we read each other in the moonlight.  The
understanding between us runs deep and there's no need for either of us to
speak.

He moves over me and his naked
body on mine stimulates my every nerve to stand at attention.  He kisses my neck
again and then his kisses move lower to my breasts.  He cups one, twisting the
nipple ever so slightly.  The other he lightly sucks and bites on.  This drives
me wild.  I arch my body towards him and it feels like he devours each breast. 
More aggressively than the night before, he starts kissing lower, with light
nibbles over my navel, sending tingles through me running all the way to my
clit.
 

My mind is already going where Thomas has not gone yet. 
I can hardly wait to feel him licking and sucking my hot,
wet slit.  He goes down between my thighs and licks the inside of each one. 
Shivers run down my spine and I reach down to guide him but he takes my hands
and slips them underneath me. 

For the first time since
coming to bed, Thomas speaks:  “Do not move your hands.”

His tone is forceful and I
obey as his tongue slices me in two, licking and dividing my pussy lips in
search of that one special spot.
 
My hips
grind towards his tongue as he licks deep and his hot tongue enters the wet,
hollow darkness inside me.  My pussy now oozes with desire as his tongue penetrates
me, making me crave his throbbing cock.  Thomas takes his masterful tongue and
flicks my clit.  The intensity of the feelings he awakes in me makes my body
writhe and arch as I beg him for more.

“Please, Thomas, don’t stop.”
 

He obliges and persists in
moving the sharp point of his tongue all around and over my clit, flicking it
and sucking it.  I feel his moans against my most sensitive parts more than I
hear them; I am so close to cumming.

Thomas suddenly leaves my
throbbing hot pussy.  He turns me over, lifting me by my waist to make me bend
in front of him.  My arms and legs shake as I stand on my hands and knees in
front of him.  I feel his hands caress my soft butt cheeks for just a second.  I
know he is looking at my rosy butt and he can see the slit of my wet pussy open
to him.  He thrusts his rock-hard cock inside me so hard that I cry out, not
from pain but from the sudden ecstasy of feeling his chiselled cock enter me. 
I feel his cock hit the back wall of my pussy and I cannot help but push back
even harder to feel him hit my inside walls and drive me to the brink of
overwhelming ecstasy.  His hands hold onto my hips as he pumps me and rocks my
world.  I am so turned on by the force of this strong, powerful man behind me.
 

A new sensation intensifies
within me as he holds my hip with one hand and laces his other hand through my
hair as he thrusts even deeper and harder into me.  I cannot stop myself from
cumming as my muscles contract with every thrust.  I am cumming, my juices
pouring out of me and saturating his cock.  I feel my juices dripping down his
balls.  I cannot hold back and scream his name.

His next thrust into me causes his sweet surrender to the
ecstasy he now also feels as he collapses over my back.  Both our bodies are
shaking from the intensity of the moment.  We both
collapse onto the bed.
 

I relax in his arms as he
cradles my body with his.

“Anna, you drive me wild. 
That was just incredible.  You are so perfect.
”

**********

Deep in the night, long after we made love, we lie in each
other’s arms.

“Tell me about your marriage. 
Why did it break up?”

I am stunned by his sudden
question.  I have never really discussed my marriage with anyone but my divorce
attorney.  But for some reason I now feel comfortable telling Thomas about my
marriage to Mark. 

“My divorce became final almost
two years ago.  I was married for almost twenty years.  Mark was a hard,
unfeeling man.  Initially he was good to me.  But that only lasted the first few
months.  The moment the novelty of being newly-wed had worn off, he decided to
live his life like a young, unmarried man again.”

Thomas sighs:  “Unfortunately,
that is the kind of disrespect so many young men show their wives.  It is like
an illness.  Sorry, I did not mean to interrupt.  Continue.”

Without feeling self-conscious
about sharing so much about myself, I continue in an even voice:  “I might have
been able to live with his philandering but the abuse was more than I could
handle.  It started out as pure physical abuse.  One afternoon he came home
from work and his dinner was not yet ready.  He took his belt off and started
belting me.  He mostly kept to my legs, my back and my backside and he did not
stop until he was completely exhausted.  He did not say a word as he left the
kitchen.  He left me there on the kitchen floor, crying and cowering against
the oven door.”

“Oh God, no!”  Thomas exclaims
in horror. 

“He went and had a shower. 
When he came into the kitchen again he ignored me still collapsed on the floor
and started talking to me as if nothing had happened.  The welts were sore and
a few had started making bloody streaks against my clothes.  He ignored it, so
I got up from the floor and in a daze I finished cooking his meal.  After what
had happened I did not feel like eating but one look from him and I knew if I
did not force myself to eat, I will have to face the consequences.”

“Anna, why did you not leave
him immediately?”

“I thought about it.  However, as
I told you before, my parents had died just after I finished school.  I had
nowhere to go and the only people I knew were the people I worked with.  Once I
told one of the women there.  She then told me about her husband hitting her. 
She was a few years older than I was and in some way, I suppose I modelled myself
after her.  Therefore, in my mind I thought if she stayed, that is what I
should do as well.  I had not formed any real friendships with anyone else and I
was too young and inexperienced at life to realize that her marriage was as
unhealthy as mine was.  Today I know one of the reasons Mark married me was
because he knew I had no-one but him.  It was easy for him to completely
control my life, since I really had nobody I could turn to.  He also made sure
that he took all my money every month as soon as I got paid.  He said it was
for household expenses but I have no idea what he did with it.  We always
seemed to be in some kind of financial trouble.”

“The other reason I did not
leave him then was that I thought it would never happen again.  The day after
it happened the first time, he came home with flowers.  It was the first time
in my life I got flowers from anyone.  He was so apologetic and said he was
under a lot of stress at work and that he just wanted me to have his dinner
done by the time he gets home from work.  As long as I did that, he would never
lift a hand to me again.  I believed him.”

“Was that the only time he beat
you?” Thomas asked.

“No.  It became like a
pattern.  Sometimes months would go by without him touching me.  But then,
sometimes out of the blue, he would just beat me.  There were times that he
would beat me every day for weeks.  He also strangled me a few times.  Then it
would stop just as suddenly as it started and everything would be fine for a
few weeks, sometimes months.”

“Did your children ever witness
him hitting you?”

“No.  Or yes, once when
Annabelle was about two years old, he shoved me really hard against the wall in
the hallway.  As he lifted his fist, she came in.  She cried out really loud
and that startled him.  He just stood there, staring at her.  I was too scared
to go to her and pick her up, in case he hit me while I was holding her.  But
to my astonishment, he picked her up and just cuddled her.  He never hit me
again after that.”

“So did you have a happy
marriage from then on?”

“No.  I can really not remember
any time except for the first couple of weeks into our marriage that we were
really happy.  When the physical abuse stopped, he started breaking me down
emotionally.  He would tell me how stupid I was, how nobody was interested in
me as a person in any way and how even my children would one day come to
despise me.  There were times he would force me to resign my job and I had to
stay at home for a while – only for him to start telling me that I was too lazy
to work and that I was always looking at him to provide for me and our
children.”

“I honestly don’t know how you
stayed married to such a man for so many years.”