Finding Anna (Hidden Duet Book 1)

by LM Terry

  She only moved her arms away from that headboard once. I wasn’t sure she would obey, but I see now she is a natural submissive. I chose not to bring out the cuffs or rope. I need her to know I am not tying her up to force her to do things against her will. I want her to realize what it is. It is about letting me find her limits, pushing her. I’ll never take her where she doesn’t wish to go.

  My mind drifts to Liam. I wonder if he’ll show up tomorrow. Part of me wants to see him, he is like a brother. I wonder what he will make of all this. Of us. Anna and I. Together. Could it be I finally found my match in her? I never thought I would be a one girl sort of guy. She has ruined me for other women. I only need her. When she is beneath me, letting me touch her, she is in tune to every movement I make, hyper aware of me. I love it. It makes me feel more powerful than I’ve ever known.

  I let myself relax with her in my arms, looking forward to morning, I can’t remember the last time I looked forward to a new day.

  I wake up to loud banging. Someone is at the front door. Anna jumps and sits up clutching the blanket close to her. Fuck. Liam must be here already. I should have known, when he sets out to do something, nothing stops him.

  “Shh, it’s okay.” I run my hands up and down her arms, my heart contracts as I see the fear in her eyes. “It’s Liam baby, I sent him the address. An intruder wouldn’t knock.” She seems to accept this but still looks very nervous. “I’ll be right back just sit tight.”

  She reaches out for me as I stand up and grips my forearm tightly. “Are you sure it’s him?”

  “I’m sure baby.” I grab my jeans from the floor and pull them up. The banging continues prompting her to jump again.

  “Please be careful Dylan.”

  I smile as I bend down to kiss her. My heart swells at her worry over me. “I will, I promise.”

  I make my way downstairs and look through the peephole. Yep, it’s him. He looks like a drowned rat. I swing the door open wide.

  “Bout fucking time, it’s pouring out here you asshole!” Liam says, coming in shaking himself like a dog.

  “Fuck stop you’re getting water everywhere. Now who is the asshole?” I grin pulling my friend into a big hug patting him on the back hard. He looks tired, I pick up his bag. “Come on you can take one of the guest rooms down here.”

  He follows me down the hall as I point out the bathroom. “There should be towels in there if you want to shower or just dry off.” I immediately feel better having my friend here, another person around to keep Anna safe. “There are a few leftovers in the fridge, are you hungry?”

  “No, thanks, man. I just need to change and get some sleep. That is quite the drive up here.”

  “Yes, it is. She did a good job finding this place.” I notice the expression on his face as I mention her. He is angry and while I don’t like it I get it. It will be fine once he talks to her. He’ll understand why she kept who she was from him. I pat him on the back as I walk out to leave him to his bed. “I’m just upstairs if you need me brother.”

  When I get upstairs Anna is not where I left her. I flip on the light looking around. Where could she have gone? She must be up here. I check the bathroom. Nothing. I sigh as I rest my hand on the door handle to the closet. Fuck. I open it and spy her in the far corner curled into a ball. “Anna, it’s okay baby, it was just Liam.” She doesn’t look up. “Baby, you remember Liam, Agent Sharp?”

  Slowly she peeks at me. She is so scared it rips me apart. I open my arms and urge her to come to me. “Come here, baby.” She hesitates a second before crawling towards me. I pull her into my chest, placing her between my legs. “It’s okay I should have told you to expect him. This is my fault.”

  Why didn’t I give her a heads up? I feel bad for scaring her. She hid in the closet. Crap. I’m so stupid. “Do you want to go see him for yourself? Would that make you feel better?”

  She shakes her head no but catches herself as she remembers my direction from earlier. “No, I believe you. I’m sorry I thought it would be him.”

  I almost joke again about intruders not knocking but I stop myself. It terrified her. I don’t want to discredit that fear. “What has you so frightened?”

  “He…he called me.”

  “What? Who called you?” I know I heard her right. Am I confused? Then I remember I left her phone charging in the living room before I went for supplies. I wanted her to be able to call out if she had an emergency.

  “Oliver. It was an unknown number. I shouldn’t have answered, but I didn’t think it would be him. I thought it was Frank or Irene calling to make sure I made it to where I was going.”

  Her trembling intensifies. I pick her up and carry her back to bed covering us both up. I pull her in close. I wonder who Frank and Irene are. They are not my concern right now. Oliver fucking called her. How did he get her number?

  “Talk to me baby. He isn’t here, it was only Liam. Tell me exactly what he said,” I coax as I hold her tight.

  “He wanted to know where I was. I lied and told him I was in Texas, but he knows I’m not there. He knew I was lying. He told me I made a lot of trouble for him but that it wouldn’t stop him. He is sending Brian for me.”

  She jolts out of bed and runs for the bathroom. I run after her. She makes it to the toilet just in time to be sick. I kneel beside her pulling her hair away from her face. I rub her back feeling her muscles tense as she heaves again. My heart breaks into a thousand little shards. I can’t imagine what it was like for her. They didn’t break her, but it fucked her up. They broke Sophia. I should have gotten to her sooner, maybe she would still be alive.

  I push it out of my mind. I can’t help Sophia anymore, she is in a better place. But, Anna is here, flesh and blood in front of me. I’m not lying when I say I’ll never leave her. I won’t, she will see.

  Sitting on her haunches she reaches out to flush the toilet. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened.”

  “It’s okay baby, nothing to be ashamed of.” I release her hair watching it fall across her bare back. I scold my dick for twitching. Bad timing. I stand to turn on the faucet and wet a washcloth. I hand it to her. She washes her face and hands it to me as she stands.

  Once I get her settled into bed, I ask her if she remembers anything else about the conversation. She says she doesn’t. I wait until she settles down into a restless sleep. I make my way downstairs and grab her phone looking for a tracking device. There isn’t one. I don’t know how he has her number. It pisses me off that he got to her here, this was supposed to be a safe space and that fucker ruined it.

  Tomorrow I need to get my ass in gear and get the security in place. He is coming, she is right. We need to find him before he finds her. I don’t want him anywhere near her.

  ∞∞∞

  Anna

  I wake up in Dylan’s arms. Ugh, I’m so embarrassed about my reaction to Liam showing up here. What a way to end the night after…my minds drifts to Dylan fucking me. I’m not a virgin anymore. I smile into his chest and inhale his scent, running my hand over his smooth muscles.

  He stirs, murmuring my name into my hair. He brushes it away from my eyes gently pushing me back. “Good morning Sunshine.” He growls as he smiles down at me.

  “Good morning,” I say shoving my face back into his chest to avoid looking into his eyes. “I’m sorry about last night.”

  “What? It was amazing, you were so hot with your hands raised above your head. My little submissive.” He rolls me over in bed, hovering over the top of me.

  “Um, that wasn’t what I was talking about.”

  He laughs leaning in to kiss me. “No worries.” He nuzzles up under my neck. “Where shall we begin today? Liam is probably still sleeping.” He jumps up and goes into the bathroom. I hear him turn the faucet on in the large jacuzzi size bathtub.

  The sound of the water takes me right back to my first conscious day at Oliver’s. Nope, not happening. I get up and quickly gather clothes hoping to dress and be downstair
s before he comes out.

  “Where do you think you are going?”

  I turn to face him with my clothes in hand. He is leaning up against the bathroom door, naked and looking sexy as hell.

  “I was just leaving to make breakfast.” I take a step back towards the bed.

  He stalks towards me. “Anna, I know that’s not true, you don’t like to cook.” He stops cocking his head to one side. “You wouldn’t be trying to run away from me now would you?” He runs his gaze over my body, poised for the attack.

  “I’m just worried about our guest,” I say shakily.

  “He is a big boy. The kitchen isn’t hard to find.”

  He takes my clothes from me and sets them down on the bed then leads me into the bathroom. I stare at the tub. I can’t do this. I have been afraid of large bodies of water since Sarah drowned but the bathtub fear is new. I don’t think I can get in there. At one time I loved taking baths. I loved tossing in bath bombs or bubbles, sinking into the warm water. It used to relax me. Brian ruined that. I hear him click the lock on the door bringing me back from my thoughts.

  “I can’t do it Dylan.”

  He moves around to stand in front of me. “Yes, you can. I told you I was going to help you. Remember, I mentioned that you would not always like it? Well, this is one of those times.” He steps in and holds his hand out to me.

  I stand there looking at the water. What if he pulls me under? I know that’s illogical but none the less it is in my mind. It screams at me. Run. Get away.

  “Can’t we take a shower?” I plead to him.

  “Nope. Come on baby, it’s just a bath. I even added bubbles for you. Would I have done that if I wanted to kill you in here?”

  I giggle at this. He is right. My fear is of Brian not of the bathtub. I tentatively reach out to take his hand and he steadies me as I step into the tub. He pulls me into his arms hugging me for a few minutes before he sits down causing the water to splash up along the edge.

  “Here sit down on my lap facing me,” he says.

  He tugs me down gently, so I am straddling him. When I lower myself down onto him his cock prompts me to scoot away. He grabs me around the waist and forces me to settle on his lap. Leaning against the tub he places his arms behind his head, letting me get used to the water, keeping his hands up where I can see them. We just met but I am thinking he knows me better than I know myself.

  “See, this isn’t so bad is it?” he drawls.

  “No, I guess not,” I say nervously wiggling on his lap.

  “So, today’s agenda will be setting up security and I would like you to talk to Liam. I told him who you are. I don’t know if you remember him from when we were younger, but he also worked for your dad.”

  “My step-father,” I correct.

  He sits up and puts his arms around my waist. “No, your dad. I don’t care what Oliver and William Ramirez told you. Manuel will always be your father. He loved you Anna, he always talked about you and your mother.”

  “I don’t remember Liam. My mother liked to keep me out of everyone’s hair.” I ignore his statement about my father. I’m not sure I believe he talked about me, I didn’t spend much time with him.

  “Liam and Sophia were dating when Oliver attacked the compound. Manuel had sent a few of us guys to a training camp in the states. We were all away when the attack came. He was going to marry her.”

  I watch as Dylan slips to another time. Guilt consumes me. I am to blame for all this, for Dylan’s pain. I see it now, etched in the worry lines around his eyes. I drop my head as tears spill down my cheeks breaking bubbles as they find their way to the water.

  “Hey, Anna, look at me. Stop, I can see you are blaming yourself. The only person responsible is Oliver.”

  I glance up at him. I can see he doesn’t blame me. Will Liam? I don’t really want to face him again, but I guess I have no choice he is here. No avoiding him now. Dylan reaches up and places his hand on the back of my head. I tense, my muscles locking in fear.

  “Eyes, Anna,” he snaps at me. “Look at me, it is just you and I.”

  He doesn’t remove his hand as he pulls me close to him. He kisses me, roaming down, exploring my jaw line, nibbling his way up to my ear. His dick twitches against me as my arousal grows. He leans back and runs his hands over my stomach coming up to cup my breasts, he then places his arms behind his head again. Smugness appears on his face, content with my response.

  “You have beautiful tits,” he says smiling at me.

  I stare down to watch the bubbles, heat rushes to my face.

  “I also love the way you blush. I’m a little sad Liam is here, I want to keep you all to myself.”

  I fidget on his lap not sure if I like all this attention. My movement only makes his dick twitch more, I am making him hard. I should be ashamed of myself at how much my mind has been in the gutter since meeting Dylan.

  “So, tell me about yourself,” he says. I peer up blushing even more as I wonder if he is trying to slowly kill me by his seductive, torturous ways.

  “What do you want to know?” I struggle to concentrate on our conversation, my thoughts keep wandering to what is going on down below the bubbles.

  “What do you like to do? Besides read. I already get you like that. You worked in a bookstore and from the looks of it you brought half of it here with you.”

  I laugh temporarily distracted from my crotch. “I do like to read. Other than that, I’m boring.”

  “I don’t think you’re boring.” He reaches out and runs his thumb over my nipple. “You were a victim of circumstance, too frightened to get out in the world and live, so you lived through your books. We will change that.”

  I close my eyes, processing what he is saying but his hands are directly influencing the rest of my body. He is becoming my master, I’m slowly losing control of myself handing it over to him bit by bit.

  My eyes open as he speaks again. “What have you always wanted to do Anna? One thing, anything, no matter how silly you think it is I want to know.”

  My inner bad girl rises out of the fucking tub coming from nowhere and words come tumbling out of my mouth before I can stop them. “Well, since getting in here all I have wanted to do is ride your cock.” I cover my mouth as I realize what I have just said. What the fuck was that.

  He appears as surprised as me. I scramble to make my retreat, but he grabs my hands sitting up straight pulling me in close to his chest. He whispers in my ear, “Looks like we want the same thing. Who are we to stop ourselves?” He leans against the tub, his eyes dark swirling pools of desire.

  I glance towards the bathroom door then back to him. He shakes his head. No way is he letting me off that easy. Why did I say that? What is wrong with me? He rocks his hips, his cock glides between my legs. I drop my head letting my hair cover my face. I can’t think of anything else but this. I don’t even remember what his initial question was. I guess it doesn’t matter we have seemed to move on from that.

  He takes my hands and places them on his chest. “Go ahead Anna, I will give you this. Take advantage. One time I will let you be in control.” He brushes the hair away from my face pulling it over my shoulder.

  I scoot up a little looking to him for guidance. He reaches down between us and grabs himself, helping me find the right position. I lower myself so the tip of him is at my entrance. He moves his hands back up behind his head letting me be in complete control. I take him inch…by…glorious…inch.

  I grip his chest watching as my nails create little half-moons along his tanned skin. I stare at him intently. His eyes are closed, each time I move down on him his jaw clenches. Once he is inside me I stop and just look at him. He opens his eyes slightly a smile spreads across his face. He is pleased, this warms me. Why am I suddenly wanting to see him happy, satisfied?

  I tense around him. He closes his eyes again and groans, leaning his head back. I lean over to kiss him down his neck, licking him. His skin is salty and warm. I nuzzle him deliberately r
aising my hips stopping so that just the tip of him is inside me. Then slowly…so…very…slow…glide down.

  He fists my hair and tightly pulls my head backwards. I should be frightened by the brutal way in which he is grabbing me...but I’m not. It only makes me clench down more tearing another load groan from him.

  “Are you trying to fucking kill me Anna?” he says through clenched teeth.

  “Feeling a little frustrated baby? What do you need?” I say throwing his words from last night back at him. “Tell me Dylan.”

  “You minx.” He flips me around. “All fours, sweetheart.” He makes me place my hands up on the edge of tub and face away from him. He drags his hand over my backside. I’m slightly scared but mostly excited and oh so turned on.

  The same time I hear it the exact moment the pain registers in my brain. He spanks me. I shriek in surprise. He rubs the sting before giving my ass another swat. Shit, it hurts but evidently my pussy didn’t get the memo because it is begging for more.

  He leans over me as his cock slides between my cheeks. He growls into my ear, “We need to establish a few more rules, Anna. I don’t beg. You see that is your role.” He reaches around and rolls my nipples between his finger and thumb.

  I place my forehead down on the edge of the cool tub. “So, what do you want Anna?”

  This time I don’t hesitate. “I need your cock, sir.”

  He moans loudly and bites my shoulder. “Fuck Anna, how could you be any more perfect?”

  Again, my inner bad girl peaks out to play. “If your cock was inside me that would be more perfect.” I yelp as he pinches my nipple.

  He obliges shoving himself deep inside compelling me to brace myself against the tub. He pounds into me harder, faster as he fists my hair and pulls me backwards forcing my head to the side. He leans around kissing me hard. His other hand finds my clit and rubs with furious intensity. I stumble into that wonderful dark oblivion, the world where only Anna and Dylan exist. He tells me to come and then he pushes me over the edge into the most intense amazing orgasm. He holds me close to him. My back presses against his chest, he moans out my name as his seed fills me.