Though I had heard his footsteps approaching, he entered the bedroom to find me stripped down to just my stockings. My hands were by my side, though we both knew all too well what I had been doing. He smiled. There was never any doubt in his mind what I would choose. Between a life of uncertainty and a life of comfort, only a fool would turn down an opportunity like this. He didn't know or care about who I was before the Hopper chose me, because now I was his Anya. His perfect life, with a loving and beautiful wife, was still the same no matter who played my part. So why not play along?
"My dear, come to bed." He spoke calmly.
But I didn't move. A small act of defiance that made his eye twitch ever so slightly. He must have thought that I was turning him down. In truth, I paused for a different reason. Despite my efforts, I had only managed to work this new body up to an agonising level. I couldn't continue to pleasure myself now that he was in the room. This body needed more, I needed more. I could see he was hard, his cock standing proudly beneath the towel wrapped around his waist. That fabric was the only thing standing between me and the final act to secure this new life.
"Tell me what you want." He said, his voice showing a hint of impatience.
"You." I replied. My heart was racing. "I want you to fuck me."
His face returned to its natural state of calmness and confidence. I didn't anticipate that such a man would feel threatened like that, but now he was once again in control. He let his towel drop to the floor and approached me slowly. I wasn't sure if it was the arousal, the nerves, or a little intimidation that made me struggle to catch my breath. Perhaps it was all three. He placed his hands on my waist and pulled me in closely. Our lips met, then his tongue entered my mouth. It wasn't my first time kissing another man, though it was certainly more intimate and vulnerable this time. He had a strength to him that made my legs go weak as he held me in place. Just as the kiss came to an end, I felt his hands on my shoulders and realised he was guiding me down onto my knees.
"Anya always has to earn what she wants. You'll be no different." He explained. "Even the Hopper played along for a time before revealing who they really were."
"I've never-"
"Your body has done this many times before. Trust your instincts."
I held his cock in my hand, uncertain of my next move. He watched as I slowly parted my lips and placed a kiss on the tip, then allowed it to enter my mouth. There was a grunt of approval above me as I took in more and more. The act was definitely submissive, but it also carried a bit of power behind it. This man was wealthy and all powerful, but his precious manhood was now in my control. It wasn't an unpleasant experience. At least not in the way I expected. The taste and feel was perfectly fine. But I was already feeling an ache in my jaw after only a minute or so. With a deep breath, I pushed through and allowed his cock down my throat. It should be no surprise that I didn't have a gag reflex. An added bonus I suppose, or maybe one of Anya's instincts. Either way, it was getting easier to play along once I started to relax a bit.
"That's good." He smirked. "I can hardly tell you've never done this before!"
I shot him a small scowl, but quickly realised I was now just looking into his eyes as I sucked his cock. I had fallen so quickly into this role. A little too quickly. But regardless, I was finding it quite liberating. A new life, a new sexuality. It was really starting to feel like a good opportunity. Did it matter that I used to be a guy? There was nothing left of that life for me now, so why dwell on it? And with a newfound enjoyment of my role, I grasped his cock and began putting on a show for him. I licked up the length of his cock, kissing tender spots with my eyes locked onto his. He smiled smugly at me. No doubt he got an extra kick out of knowing my secret. But what he didn't know was that I was fine with it. I was fine with sucking his cock and earning a good fuck. I was fine with being his wife Anya.
"I suggest you stop before I cum down your throat."
"Thanks for the warning." I replied, rising up from my knees. "Now how about that reward? My pussy is aching-"
He placed a finger on my lips to silence me, then gestured towards the nightstand. I took the hint and sat on top of it, spreading my legs for him and waiting. He closed the gap between us once again and smiled. Once again, I could see a smugness to him and also something a little more sinister. But before I could question it, his hands were on my ankles. In one quick motion, he raised my legs up higher and pulled me to the edge of the nightstand. I gasped just as his cock pressed up against me. But it was only as he pressed further that I fully understood what he was doing.
"Aiiiieee!" I yelped.
He laughed, easing his cock into my ass with a caution I didn't expect from him but was very thankful for. "I couldn't resist. Anya never allowed me to fuck her in the ass, but the Hopper let me do it all the time. They said it was conditioning the body to love it and now we can finally test the theory."
With the initial shock out of the way, I was surprised to find only a small amount of discomfort. His cock was sinking deeper and deeper inside of me, until he was all the way in. And then he started to build a rhythm. The discomfort quickly gave way to something I wasn't expecting at all. Though my pussy was getting no attention, I could feel it growing wetter. It was just like he said, this body loved anal. I moaned, unable to keep that pleasure hidden from him. He smiled. Then his hand moved to my neck. He didn't apply any force, but the light squeeze against my neck was cutting out blood supply. I felt lightheaded and overwhelmed by the constant motion of his cock inside of me.
He let go as I felt the first wave of my climax hit me. I could only imagine how much sex he had with Anya before I landed in her body. He knew every inch, every trick of this body and was taking a lot of satisfaction in making me moan and writhe about. I don't even think my first orgasm had finished before another larger one took over. I was lost in the bliss of it all and found myself thanking the Hopper out loud as the third orgasm hit me.
He slowed to a stop. "Even the Hopper wasn't this worked up. I think you were made to be Anya. This feels like destiny."
"I am Anya! Now please keep fucking my ass!"
With a surprising amount of physical strength, he picked me up and threw me to the ground. I was too dazed to make sense of it all, instead letting him take the lead as he grabbed my legs and positioned me. His cock pressed against me once again, but he took less care this time around. I didn't mind. My body was numb to any discomfort and was happy to have his attention once again. It was in this moment that I fully understood what my new role was. Anya wasn't supposed to think or worry, she wasn't supposed to speak her mind. She was a fucktoy made to make this man feel like a god and he was definitely worthy in my book.
I moaned one last time as his warm cum shot inside of me. He was just as out of breath as I was, collapsing beside me at the edge of the bed. His hand ran down my back. I was his completely. All doubt had been pounded out of me and I didn't care anymore. I was Anya now. And if he could make me feel like that even once a week, I knew I would be happy.