Anna and Arin: A New Beginning

As with all my submissions, this story can stand on its own. Reading the other Anna and Arin stories will provide additional context for this episode. The previous installments take place in the order in which they were submitted. Thank you for reading, and constructive feedback is welcome.

(A special thanks goes to my partner EnchantedFool.)

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Anna finished the last sip of champagne in her glass as her date slid a hand down her back. A group of people circled around him as he loudly discussed the abstract work in question. She thought the art exhibit would be a good distraction but being around such a large crowd seemed more annoying than fun.

Often her thoughts turned to Arin. It had been months since they had last spoke, though occasionally she would catch a glimpse of him on campus. They had their first and last argument the day before his sister's birthday. She declined an offer to have dinner with his family, reminding him that they weren't dating. He accused her of hiding behind being a Domme and being afraid of intimacy. She told him to go find someone else to take home to his mother. They both said things they didn't mean. The next day his room was empty.

The chattering crowd, eager for their dinner plans, moved quickly to the door. Instead of rushing past the last piece in the gallery like the others, Anna found herself stopping for a closer look. Despite the bright and seemingly cheerful colors of the portrait, there was a hint of anger beneath the surface that spoke to Anna. The couple in the painting were entangled in dark vines with bold flowers, their expressions full of anguish. It was a powerful image. Her date, noticing her fascination with the piece, decided to stop and stare too. She wondered if they were seeing the same thing. No doubt he understood the techniques of the brush but something told her he wouldn't understand the emotion behind it.

The cool night air made Anna pull the wrap tighter around her bare shoulders. Summer had come and gone so quickly. Anna and her date walked slowly down the sidewalk, his arm securely around her waist. Scanning the crowd of passersby, she recognized him immediately as did every part of her body. Arin was standing a few feet away and walking toward her. She felt her heart beat a little faster as the distance between them got smaller and smaller. Unsure whether to speak to him or not, she felt a rush of relief when he spoke up first.

"Anna? Hi," he said with a forced smile, his voice low and guarded.

"Hello, Arin. It's been a while," she said, surprised by the nervousness in her own voice.

"It has," he said, taking a cautious step closer. "You look great tonight, as usual. You've been doing...okay?" His eyes glanced up at her date and then back at her.

"I've been fine, busy mostly. Um...Hunter and I were at the exhibit across the street. Hunter, this is Arin," she rambled, clearing her throat and trying to remember to breathe.

Arin offered a hand to her date with a grand smile, squeezing firmly as he met the stranger's eye. He had introduced himself as an old friend, but it was clear that no one believed that to be true. Her date offered to go get the car while Anna caught up with her friend. As he strolled toward the parking lot the phone in his pocket buzzed. Arin and Anna watched him until he disappeared from sight then turned to each other.

"He's quite the specimen. I guess probably more your usual type than...," he trailed off, chuckling softly to break the tension in the air.

Hesitating for a moment, Anna took a step closer, studying his face in the light of the streetlamp above them. When their eyes met, she was surprised at how quickly those old feelings came flooding back. Suddenly she wasn't so cold anymore.

"He's quite good in bed if that's what you're asking," she teased, a small grin on her lips. "But then he has so much more to work with than most men."

She was pleased to see the familiar blush creep up on Arin's cheeks. How she had missed the look on his face when she teased him. Something inside him came alive when he was like this, and she wanted more.

"Ah, yes I imagined so. He seems really...outgoing and big hands as they say," he countered, a playful smile on his lips.

When Arin heard Anna laugh the biggest smile lit up his face. It was as if he'd been holding his breath until he heard it. Not allowing another moment to slip away, Anna took his hand in hers. For a moment she allowed herself to think they could get back to where they had been before.

Despite her wishes, there was still a little voice in the back of her mind. Arin would never be happy with the same arrangement. She wasn't even sure if he wanted anything else to do with her at all. Pushing past the hurt and anger, she decided to test the waters.

"Come with us and see for yourself. He doesn't live far. It could be fun and...I have missed you."

Arin smiled softly. He seemed caught up in being so close to her for the first time in months. When her words finally processed, his eyes widened and he glanced nervously toward the direction of the parking lot, shaking his head slowly. He shivered slightly.

"I've missed you too. More than you know but... I couldn't. I'd just be the third wheel. I'm sure you don't want...I mean are you asking what I think you're asking?"

Anna took a step forward and leaned in very close, her voice soft and sultry against his neck.

The feelings she worried had vanished were now written all over his face, and growing in the front of his pants. Arin bit his lip anxiously, glancing from the parking lot and back to Anna. Part of him wanted to go with them, to be with Anna again but it was more than that. The look on his face reminded her of a sinner in church. He wanted to atone for something he felt he'd done wrong. She had never seen that side of him before. Something about that look made every part of her tingle.

"Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to watch a real man take me? To see who I am with someone else? I know you have. Of course, you don't have to come but I'd very much like it if you did," she whispered.

"Just to watch? Nothing more?" he asked, his breathing a little heavier than before.

"Maybe I'd let you touch too," she teased.

His low soft moan and the grip of his hand on hers was answer enough. Still, there was doubt and worry in his blue eyes. They had both been hurt and there was so much that needed to be addressed before they could move forward. Or perhaps tonight would be the farewell they never got to have. The uncertainty was almost too much to bear. She was feeling so many emotions but just tonight she wanted her Arin back. Even if it would hurt all the more the next day, at least they would have tonight.

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Arin couldn't believe he had agreed to go to another man's house just to be near Anna again. He shifted in the nice leather seat, going over every possible scheme she could have in mind. A part of him wondered if maybe this was a punishment. Even after all the time apart, that thought made his heart race. Deep down he knew he would do anything for this woman, no matter how many months they had been apart. Somehow the ride was comfortably silent despite the heavy unspoken tension that was in the air. Occasionally, Anna would turn around to offer him a coy smile. When she placed a hand on her date's leg and squeezed Arin's stomach did a little flip. Then, they pulled into the parking garage. There was no turning back now.

Her date's apartment was on the upper end of town. This is where the rich college kids flashed around their father's money as though it was their own. When they stepped out into the garage, Arin immediately regretted not following them on his motorcycle. What was he thinking?

His heart nearly stopped when Anna's date took her by the hand and whispered something into her ear. The guy she had introduced as Hunter, glanced over in his direction with a grin, scooped Anna off her feet and slid her onto the hood of his shiny black car. She laughed and allowed him to kiss a trail down her neck and over the ample cleavage spilling out of her dress.

Immediately, Arin looked around to see if anyone else was witnessing the woman he wanted being manhandled in public. He would have never admitted it but part of him wanted there to be an audience. Suddenly, he was very aware of how heavy his feet were. It was as if no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't convince his body to move. Then, her eyes met his and everything fell silent. The traffic just outside the garage slid away and all that was left in the world was that mischievous look she was giving him.

Her breathing was heavy as her date's lips found their way past the rim of her dress and onto her nipple that was now bare for all the world to see. Arin tried but he couldn't keep the moan from escaping when the man's hands slipped up her thighs, sliding the red thong down around her ankles. When she moaned and spread her legs for him Arin couldn't take it another second. His hand slid down, caressing the hard cock that was demanding his attention. Anna licked her lips as she watched him, her own hips moving from the rhythm of Hunter's fingers. Her name slipped out of Arin's lips as her date dropped to his knees without even bothering to look around. If there were any eyes on them, none of them seemed to care.

Anna motioned for Arin to come closer, a devious grin on her red lips. Of course, he did. When he was standing close enough to smell the scent he had missed so much, she grabbed Arin by the shirt and pulled him closer, her other hand directing Hunter's face between her legs.

"Don't you wish you were the one down there, Arin?" she breathed into his ear, shifting forward on the car hood as two strong arms gripped both her legs. "Open your mouth."

Arin's entire body was vibrating, his cock was throbbing through the thin material of his dress pants as he followed her direction. When she shoved the already soaked thong into his mouth he took it willingly, closing his mouth to savor every drop. As Anna reached her peak, his hand reached out to touch her, brushing the hair away from her face. Her hands gripped each man as if they were attached to a leash. When she was finished, she smiled, sliding off the car hood and making her way to the elevator.

"Coming or what?" she called back, laughing as both men fumbled to follow her before the door closed. Neither of them wanted to be anywhere else in the world.

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Anna's heart was still racing as the elevator slowly rose to the sixth floor. The soft music playing overhead was almost amusing compared to the intensity of the three people staring a hole through the elevator door. When Hunter took her hand in his she could swear every muscle in Arin's body tightened. She could feel the power exchange like static in the air. Every touch, every kiss with Hunter seemed to plunge Arin deeper into subspace.

The elevator dinged, sliding open to reveal an older couple on the other side. The pair eyed the three people suspiciously as Anna took both their hands and led them down the long hallway. She wasn't sure if it was the obvious arousal in both men's pants or the fact that Anna's dress was still slightly hiked up, but the look on their faces was priceless.

Hunter fumbled with the key, casting a grin at Anna when she took it from his hand and let herself in.

"Drinks?" Hunter exclaimed, loosening the tie around his neck.

Anna shook her head and pointed elsewhere, a stern look on her face. Hunter chuckled and disappeared into the master bedroom, glancing back at Arin and Anna with a smug look. When they were finally alone Arin turned to her and drew a deep breath. His breathing had slowed but the flush of his cheeks was still there.

"I want you to take off my dress," she said, her voice a little shakier than she intended it to be. "Then I want you to watch me give him what you can't have."

Arin's face twisted at her words. He stared at her dress for a few moments before removing the thong from his mouth.

"Why can't I have you?" he asked, staring into her eyes with a softer gaze than before.

"Because you are no longer Mine, and...a part of me wants to punish you for that," she said quietly, turning around.

She felt him approach from behind and gently run a hand over the back of her neck, moving the long dark hair away. Every touch seemed to vibrate and spark. She couldn't help but shiver. The zipper slid down slowly before the dress fell onto the floor at her feet. When he shifted to the floor to help her step out of the dress she realized they were both shaking.

Hunter called from the bedroom, his voice barely audible through all the thoughts swimming in Anna's head and the pounding of her heart.

"Then punish me. It's better than being without you," Arin whispered, shoving the thong back into his mouth.

Anna made her way to the door, turning back to see Arin still on his knees, staring up at her. The word "come" slipped out of her lips before Hunter grabbed her arm, pulling her into him with a broad smile. His clothes were already in a pile on the floor and his skin was warm and flushed. She smiled when he tossed her onto the bed, crawling his way up.

Even as Hunter slid on top of her, Anna could sense Arin's eyes on them. Spreading her legs, she couldn't help but moan a little louder when he thrust himself deep inside her already wet pussy. She could feel herself stretching to accommodate the size she wasn't used to taking. Both their scents filled the room as he took what he wanted.

Each touch was rough and eager, gripping and grabbing like an animal. Anna moaned again, directing his hands to grip her throat as he fucked her harder. Someone slid a timid hand over her ankle and she remembered Arin was at the foot of the bed, watching. Her attention shifted when she heard him moan softly.

"Take me from behind," Anna breathed, shifting to flip over onto her stomach so that she was face to face with Arin.

Both Arin's hands were gripping the bedsheets so hard they were turning white. At first he avoided her eyes, examining the man behind her, his brows furrowed. His cheeks grew red as his eyes slid down Hunter's body. The look on Arin's face was the most beautiful mixture of pain and envy. It seemed he simultaneously wanted to lash out at the man who was taking her and share in their arousal.

Hunter shifted again, thrusting easily into her from behind with a loud grunt. Each thrust brought Anna closer and closer to the edge and closer to Arin.

Their eyes were locked now as she slid a hand down to grip Arin's cock through his thin pants. As each of Hunter's savage thrusts was telegraphed through her hand, Arin arched upward to press into her touch. The pace increased, building higher and higher as if all three of them might explode at any moment. Sensing Hunter's imminent release, Arin let go of the sheets and reached to caress Anna's face with shaking fingers.

Suddenly, the pleasure slipped away. All that was left was the desperate look in Arin's eyes and the soft touch of his fingers. Anna gripped both sides of his face and pulled him closer, brushing her lips against his for the very first time.

As the kiss deepened, Arin whimpered as if he'd been starving until that moment. She could feel a single tear on her cheek as Hunter stilled, cumming loudly behind her. When Anna finally pulled away, Arin beamed, pulling the thong out of his mouth.

"I love you too," he whispered.

Anna smiled at his words even as her heart pounded. Something had changed with that kiss and they both knew it. The walls she had placed around her had shattered. As she stared into Arin's eyes she knew nothing would ever be the same again.