Anna's Noteboo

***This is a departure from Parts 1 and 2, which are found in Erotic Couplings. It is a continuance of our main characters relationship evolving and moving to into the territory of power exchange.

It had been three weeks since the first time that Josh had first used the keycode to "sneak" into her home, and they had only seen each other twice since then. Those two times had been no disappointment, yet terrifying on some levels at the same time.

The first time, he had been ferocious. His lovemaking had been intense, bordering on frenetic, leaving her gasping for air and twitching on the bed. He hadn't said a word, but he wouldn't have heard himself think. Her screams and alternating utterances of, "Fuck me," and "I can't take it anymore", between rocking orgasms filled every corner of the room.

The second time that week, he had been slow and methodical, almost clinical in teasing and exploring every inch of her body, with the interest and enthusiasm of someone that had never seen it before. She had pleaded with him to just let her suck his lovely penis; the rest of her tingled so it was the only part that Anna had any control of.

He enjoyed toying with her. Rather, mind-fucking her in a way that only Josh knew how, and she was becoming deliriously addicted to it. She never knew that lust could be such a well-rounded and consistent state of being.

Anna smiled when she heard her phone buzz. Josh rarely contacted her before coming her way.

"What are you doing," the text read.

"Not much. Just reading some old writings of mine." Anna had pulled out some old attempts at erotica that she had written many years earlier, long before she and Josh had met. When she wasn't working, she found herself consumed with all things sexual in nature. She laughed at herself. She thought her writings were simply the musings of a horny 20-something that had dreams of being a great writer. Anna was thankful that her keyboarding skills had found a home as a tech writer. It supported her comfortably, but writing about the latest gadgets and software was not nearly as entertaining as writing about busty anal virgins and throbbing 12 inch lumberjack dongs.

"Interesting. Care for company," Josh asked.

"I can make an exception for you," she replied.

"What are you wearing?"

Anna felt daring. "Whatever you desire..."

"Heh. Surprise me. I will see you soon."

Anna closed the notebook and made her way to her closet. She pulled out something that she had never worn. It was a mid-length emerald green silk robe. She winced when she thought about it though: She had bought it in an attempt to be sexy for Josh one Valentine's day. The matching bra and panties she had long since thrown in the trash, in a fit of childish anger. Her only saving grace was that he had never seen her in it. She vividly remembered a petty fight over what was probably nothing that had ruined that evening. Anna vowed to never make that mistake again.

As she slipped off her clothes and into the robe, she took a moment to admire herself in the mirror. Her curves had filled out over the years. What once would have been a seductively sensuous fit on her now was borderline scandalous. It fit snugly over her hips and breasts, and riding a bit higher on her thighs, the robe no longer made an attempt at hesitance or caution: it showed wanton intent.

It wasn't long before she heard the front door close. Josh no longer snuck up on her. Perhaps it was to not startle her, or perhaps audibly signaling that he was there was subconsciously pissing on his territory. There was no need to skulk around like a thief in the night when Anna had clearly made her house and body his conquered domain.

"I'm up here," she called out. She was sitting on the side of her bed facing away from the door as he walked in, his presence filling the room.

Josh thought she looked stunning, in the jewel toned robe, her long hair flowing over one shoulder. He wanted to throw her on the bed at that moment, but thought better of it. Anna didn't turn when he crawled onto the bed and it sent a pleasant chill down her spine as his fingertip grazed her bare neck. She felt compelled to offer it to him, not saying a word.

"Oh my god," she uttered as she felt his warm breath on her skin, followed by a firm but not painful bite just underneath her ear. It was one of her most erogenous spots (of course he knew that!), and she felt as if she could climax at his touch. "What are you some sort of vampire?" she purred.

"I vant to suck your blood," he said in a corny affected accent.

"You are so silly," she said, shaking her head. "You sound like the Count from Sesame Street."

Josh laughed loudly. "How do you know that isn't what I was going for." He positioned himself so that he was sitting behind her. Anna leaned back against his chest, and ran her palms against his powerful thighs. She was slowly but surely abandoning this notion of being reserved around him.Not enjoying this journey was worse than not embarking on it at all. She figured as long as they didn't waste time with verbal jockeying, whatever was meant to happen would happen.

"This color looks great on you," he said, slipping his arm around her, and his hand underneath and onto her stomach. Her muscles fluttered at the cool touch of his skin. "Did you buy that for someone special?"

"Ohh," she replied, placing a hand on his face. "I think every girl should have something silken handy. You know. Emergency provisions."

He squeezed her tightly. "Always one with words you are, Annalise Mason." She pulled his arm tightly around her. "Annalise Mason," she whispered to herself. It was a fleeting moment of silence between them. They both knew that there was meaning behind him addressing her that way, with such formality. That meaning was nevertheless not one to be spoken but shared.

Josh glanced over at the black notebook laying on the bed. "Oh is that your writing notebook?"

Anna jolted, as she had been so caught in that moment that she had forgotten about it. "Oh!" She suddenly grew very timid. "Yes. Yes it is."

"Do you mind if I read a little?"

Anna slowly and carefully moved from his arms and stood, backing away as if she was afraid. "Umm, I guess. Sure. But remember I wrote that a long time ago. It's cheesy. It's bad. Please don't laugh at me."

Josh stood and approached her. He sensed her reticence and his eyes softened. As she stood there looking up at him, fear in her eyes, he grabbed her by the hips and hoisted her up to where she was barely on her tiptoes. Kissing her gently on the lips he said, "Anna, give yourself a little credit. You've always been a great writer. I'm sure it's good."

Anna relaxed and settled into a chair by her desk. "Ok. I'll be over here. Forgive me for being shy. No one has ever, ever read that before. I can't dare watch you read."

"Fine then." Josh sat down on the bed and picked up the book, while Anna sat there looking like a patient nervously waiting for test results.

His eyes wide as he started to read."Oh. My. Word."

Josh, known to skim through text, read:

"Livia squinted under the harsh lighting in the room. She was alone and stared at the wooden bench that sat at its center. It was long and rectangular, and she could make out metal eyelets that ran along each side. She had been instructed by the Master to not speak unless she was spoken to."

"Remove your clothes and place them on the floor," the booming voice said from outside of the room. "When you are naked, state that you are bare and ready for indoctrination and nothing else."

Livia quickly removed her clothes and placed them neatly on the floor. The tile was cold underneath her bare feet, and the cold air conditioning raised goosebumps and made her thick nipples tighten. Or perhaps that was a combination of fear and excitement."

"I am naked and ready for indoctrination," she said loudly.

"Good," she heard as the Master entered the room, closing the door firmly behind him. The scent of expensive cologne filled the air. "What do they call you? What is your name?" The Master had a thick, European accent. Livia suspected it was German.

"Umm, Livia."

"Speak with confidence! And who am I to you?" he snapped.

"Livia!" She shouted, startled by his tone. She looked straight ahead, not daring to turn her head. 'Livia. And you are my Master."

"Very good," he said in a softer tone. He moved closer to her, but did not walk in front of her. "Livia. That is a lovely name. But it requires enhancement. From now on, you will refer to yourself as 'Your Livia', as you are mine now. And you must never refer to yourself in the first person. Your identity is mine, and not yours, unless I decide to release you for being unsuitable or disobedient. Do I make myself clear?"

Livia felt very intimidated, but the intimidation was arousing to her. She could feel her juices flowing, but wasn't sure if she was supposed to. "Yes, Master. Your Livia understands."

The Master ran a finger up and down her spine. "And what does Livia not want to do?"

"Be released."

A heavy hand landed firmly on her bottom, making her skin sting with outrage. "What did you mean to say," he snarled.

Livia bit her lip, her emotions becoming a mess of anger, outrage, fear, and to her dismay, sharp and distinct arousal. "Your Livia does not want to be released...."

As Anna heard one page, and then another flip, she hazarded a glance back at Josh. She had rarely heard him this silent, not even when he was sleeping. He stared at the pages, clearly enthralled.

"Ummm," she said sheepishly, "I told you it was corny?"

"Huh! What?" He was so caught up in the story that he had barely heard her. "What's corny?"

Anna sighed. "The story!"

Josh set the book on his lap. "Oh yeah. Right." He tugged at his collar. "Anna, is it hot in here?"

She rose from her chair. "No it isn't. But shit is pretty hot and you are full of it. Do you want something to drink?"

"Am I staying?"

"Well, if you want to, then yes."

"Ok then, I'll have one. Cold. And strong."

Anna returned with two glasses of wine. Josh took a hearty gulp and set his glass on the nightstand.

"I take it that you found it OK?" Anna pointed at his crotch.

Josh was sporting what appeared to be a painful erection. "Oh!" He looked down. "I suppose that I did. Anna, I had no idea that..why did you keep that a secret? Is that..."

She stopped him mid sentence, "Josh, that isn't exactly Reader's Digest, you know. It's very, well, intimate. Kind of a fantasy. One of those things that you just write about when you're imagining things."

"Oh," he said, "You mean word porn."

Anna scowled. "You are such a pig. You're lucky I like you."

"You just like me now, eh?" He took the glass from her hand and moved in, predatorily towards her. He slipped the robe from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

Anna licked her lips. "You're overdressed, sir. That's gotta be rather binding what you have on there." She reached for his waistband.

"Well now that you mention it," he replied as Anna slid down his pants as she dropped to her knees.

Anna was not timid, hesitant or even remotely ladylike as she took his hard member to her mouth. She had grown very fond of sucking him, as if he felt at home in her mouth. His moans signaled that he was happy there as well, as she took him by the buttocks and thrust him deeply in. While she still had a bit of a gag reflex, she found the struggle daring and erotic. It was a decadent indulgence. Anna imagined some prim and proper woman watching her garish display of fellatio, jealous at her unabashed energy towards servicing a cock. Massaging his balls and inner thighs, Anna knew that he was enjoying himself by his attempts to push himself deeper inside. She never released her suction as she felt the familiar swell of his incoming release. As the first shot hit her tongue, she took a deep breath and gobbled down, holding him still with all of her might as the warmth filled her throat.

"Shit," Josh said as he collapsed backwards on the bed. "I didn't even get my pants off!"

"I was hungry," she said, taking off his pants. He sat up and removed his shirt. Anna took the notebook, set it on the nightstand and climbed into the bed next to him.

"I wasn't done reading that," he said.

She pulled the sheet over the two of them. "You can read later. After you recover and properly nail me."

********

Anna grabbed subconsciously at the back of the head that was between her legs a few hours later. Half asleep, she thought that perhaps she was dreaming and reached out to pull her fantasy deeper inside her. The tongue was swirling around her parts, nibbling at her puffy lips, darting inside and licking in a come-hither motion that caused the muscles of her inner thighs to tense. She moaned and writhed breathlessly as the mystery man ate at her like a death row inmate's last meal. The mind fog cleared for just a moment and Anna opened her sleepy eyes to look down and see that the man prone buried face first between her thighs was no apparition.

It was Josh, working furiously to bring her to climax. As her back began to arch, he immediately sensed that she was reaching her peak. Raising himself up and grabbing her ankles, he thrust into her pulsing pussy, ramming to the hilt.

"Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck it out of me," she exclaimed, gripping him and spurring him on to thrust harder and faster. Her throbbing sex worked magic on him, and he came quickly. It had been a mere minute or two, but shared orgasm washed over them as he slumped on top of her, panting.

Anna pulled his lips to hers, licking the taste of herself from his mouth. "Lay on top of me," she said to him. "Lay inside of me." And Josh did just that, until he softened and slid out of her wetness.

Anna hadn't fully awakened, he thought, as he rolled off from on top of her. She curled against him, her breasts pressing into his back with the rhythmic rise and fall of her breathing.

Josh wasn't sleepy yet. He read Anna's notebook until the end, all 30 or so pages, while she soundly slept. He had been ensnared by the story, wondering how much of it was pure fantasy and how much was hidden desire. Could it be something that she wanted to explore further? Was it something that she would do with him? Or most importantly, was it something that they should. He knew that it would risk this unexpected, largely insane turn in what they had embarked on if his instincts were wrong. He was always one to trust his instincts, and it was a risk he was willing to take.

*********

"Are you leaving so soon?" Anna rolled over to find his spot on the bed warm, but Josh was sitting on the edge of the bed putting on his shoes.

"It's 6:30 am, darling. I have to do some work this morning."

She looked at the clock for confirmation. "Damn, I must have been out like a light."

"It must have been that strong wine."

Anna flopped back on the bed and laughed. She laughed, feeling the stickiness that was a testament to the night before. "I've got to stop letting horny men in my house. Seems like every time I wake up with a cock hangover."

He returned her laughter. "You are a fool. A pretty one, but a fool all the same." As he stood, he reached for the notebook and said, "Say, do you mind if I take this with me? I would love to finish reading it."

Anna sat up and tensely pulled the sheet around her, as if she was suddenly drawn into a shell. "Umm, I guess it's OK. I didn't think you liked it so much."

He leaned onto the bed and kissed her deeply and very passionately, sucking her tongue into his mouth. "I liked it very much, Anna. Very much. You'll see. I'll call you soon, OK?"

"Ok," was all she could say in return as he walked out to leave.

"What the FUCK does he mean by that?" Anna rolled back over, fully awake with nothing but thoughts to consume her for the rest of the day.

**************

Josh was glad that he went home to re-read Anna's story. He had not been this mentally aroused in a very long time. He knew that the descriptions could not have just been a fleeting fantasy, as it seemed too intimate. Too relatable to things that he had known about her, but likely ignored.

"No time to curse myself over the past," he reassured himself.

One of his favorite passages read:

Livia, having been thoroughly instructed that she was too orgasm only when she was allowed, respectfully asked to be restrained in Master's presence, as she did not feel she had gained the self-control to not touch herself.

"Why do you feel that that is necessary," Master asked.

"Because Your Livia does not want to upset you by having a release that you do not command."

The Master smiled. "And what if I decide that I want to be in your mouth?"

Livia thought carefully before answering. "Then Your Livia will try her hardest to not climax while fellating you. It will be difficult, as Master inside any of my orifices makes Your Livia very excited, but I will try my hardest."

"Very well."

Josh thought carefully as he looked around his humble, minimalist home. He had taken very little with him when they divorced. Although he tastefully decorated things, he had nothing that did not have a specific purpose in mind, from the furniture to the appliances, and of course, his computers. As such, he had a room that was completely empty, except for a chest of drawers where he stored tools and parts.

As he measured the dimensions carefully, he thought about Anna's story. If he was going to create a space where Anna's (and his) fantasies could potentially come to life, then what she wanted had to fit.

"It's not what SHE wants, it's what I want," he had to reassure himself as he started searching online for exactly what he needed. Part of his struggle, and it always had been, was to overthink things. Trying to read Anna's mind led to assumptions, and those had a tendency to be wrong. Maybe he had been wrong about what excited her when they were married. The fact of it all was that assumptions have a 50/50 chance of being wrong. The only way that he could be wrong now is to be indecisive.

*************

"I knew it. I fucking knew it." Anna cursed herself as she slammed the full trash bag into the bin and wheeled it out to the curb. The trash reminded her that it was Tuesday, and it had been a week and a half since Josh left her last. "I never should have let him read that goddamned notebook."

He had barely sent her a text since then, and she was convinced that either she had frightened him away, or figured that knowing her inner thoughts had given him some smug satisfaction that he had claimed her deepest inner thoughts, and that she was of little use to him. That fooling around with her was just a game, and he declared himself the winner. He was not dumb. She knew he would be certain that the level of vulnerability on those pages could not be purely passing fiction. Anna was too angry at herself to even be horny, even though she missed him.

"I miss him," she said to herself. "I shouldn't, but I fucking miss him."

She immersed herself into completing an article that had a deadline but had been lost in procrastination until the last minute, and it did calm her, making her anger subside.

"I shouldn't even answer that." Her phone chimed and it was Josh texting her. "He should wait. If I even answer at all." Anna's self-deception lasted about 15 seconds.

"Where the hell have you been? I haven't heard from you." Thankfully she caught herself and quickly deleted the text before hitting send. At least she caught herself before falling into the familiar flaw of being so accusatory. "I haven't heard from you in a while. Is everything OK?"

"Yes, sorry. I've been sick all week. You know how I am when I'm sick." This was a complete lie. He had not been sick at all. Rather, he had been preparing the spare room in his house, and needed to wait for some very expensive rush deliveries to arrive. He was transforming the room into a replica of a scene from Anna's story, with modern touches, of course. If this did not work then he would be out a small fortune.