Dominating Anna: A Fantasy Fulfilled Novella (3 page)

Jesus. Suddenly
covered in a slick sheen of sweat, even in this cold room, Anna pressed her
palms harder against the glass as if the action could cool her down. If
she’d
been walking down this street, if she’d seen a man Zee’s size jacking himself
off, she would have called the cops.

Wouldn’t she? For one
minute, she imagined seeing him there and positioning her body in front of his,
her back to his front. She’d put her hands on the glass on the
other
side of the window while he lifted her skirt. One push, and he’d be in. That
is, if he could
get
in. She had no idea if she could take his girth.

For one indulgent
moment, she imagined trying it. She became dizzy with the thought.

His breath was coming
faster now, she could tell by the rise and fall of his chest. Her breath
matched it. Would he cream on the glass? Would he aim it at it and splatter the
window? What would his face look like? God, she’d never wanted to watch anyone
come the way she did now.

But he stopped with
one final hard jerk and then put his cock away (somehow—Anna wasn’t sure
where he could store something that rigid). He dug in his pocket and pulled out
a keyring. The front door next to her opened for the first time, and he
reentered the space. So close to her now.
Why
had he done up his pants
and put his cock away? Was there something he wanted her to do with it while it
was this hard? Jesus, let that be it.

In the entry interview
she’d had with Fantasy Fulfilled, Corinne and Anna had hammered out the
stipulations of the assignment. “So,” Corinne had said in the tastefully
decorated office. “What flavor do you want of your experience with Fantasy
Fulfilled?’

Pain. She wanted pain.
Was that okay to say?

“I want it to hurt.”
Even the very word was embarrassing.

“We can do that. In
terms of pain levels, how far do you want to go?”

Anna raised her eyes
to the ceiling as if the answer would be written there. Everything in the
office was expensive, right to the classic light fixture overhead. She’d
recommended exactly those for a client recently and knew they cost more than a
grand, just for that smoke-blackened glass. Corinne used an iPad to make her
notes. Four or five other well-dressed employees were visible in the back,
bustling around as if on deadline. Obviously, Jake’s business was doing well.

“Um. What?”

“If you went to the
doctor with an injury, they ask you to rate it on a scale of one to ten, one
being almost impossible to feel, ten being childbirth.”

“I’ve never had a
baby.”

Corinne inclined her
head. “Ten being the worst you can imagine. At what point do you want the
operator to stop?”

Anna was suddenly
terrified. What if she just ran? Had other people ever done that? Decided at
the last minute that they couldn’t even go through with the interview?

“It’s okay,” said
Corinne, placing a kind hand on Anna’s upper arm. “You have time. You can think
about it.”

“Eight. No, seven.”

“Let’s call it seven.
If at any time—”

Anna changed her mind
and spoke before she could stop herself. “Nine.”

“Are you sure?”
    

“Sure. Very sure.” She
hadn’t been, but Corinne wrote it down and they went on to talk about safe
words and playing responsibly.

Now, as Anna felt Zee
move behind her again, she waited for it. It was going to happen now. Would the
first blow be a one or a two? Or would he perhaps move right to seven or eight?
What if she screamed? Would people outside hear her?

Zee placed both hands
on her waist. Anna kept her hands on the glass, and her gaze fixed outside. A
woman pushing a baby carriage which held a dog went past the window. She
glanced inside and looked startled by Anna’s purple underwear before she kept
walking.

Anna barely noticed
her. She could only think about the heat generated by Zee’s hands on her hips.
Would he pull one arm back and hit her ass?

Instead, Zee leaned
against her. Through his jeans, she felt the enormity of his cock in the small
of her back. Jesus lord, the man was huge. He used her hips as handles, pulling
her backward against him. Anna’s insides turned to jelly, and she felt her
G-string get even wetter.

Zee lowered his head,
and using his chin, he pushed aside her fall of hair. Stubble scraped her
cheek, then her neck. Zee nuzzled her, biting her skin gently.

What the fuck
was
this? Anna’s sides trembled as she tried to catch her breath. Waiting for the
blow was exhausting work, and a nuzzle was the absolute opposite of what she’d
expected.

“Step back,” he said
in her ear, and moved backward himself to give her room.

Anna kept her hands in
position on the window and moved her feet backward.

“Now bring your hands
off the glass and down. Bend over.”

This was more like it.
He’d probably cane her or something now, right? With more eagerness than she
would have expected, she leaned forward.

“Hold your ankles.
Yes, like that. Now, close your eyes.”

Anna heard a rustle
behind her. What would it be? A whip? Nipple clamps? She could take it.

A low buzz filled the
air.
What?

A vibrator.

A massive vibrator.
Zee pressed it first against Anna’s pussy, exposed as it was to him. The
G-string’s thread provided little protection from the assault. Then he moved it
forward, running it along her panties until it was directly over her clit.

Anna screamed. This,
no. Not this. This was the last thing she’d expected—her world shattered,
she couldn’t even keep her eyes on her own feet. The world went black behind
her eyelids and everything became sensation. If Zee’s free hand hadn’t been
holding her at the waist, she would have collapsed forward. If anyone looked in
the window, if anyone walked by, they’d see her back, her hair falling forward,
her hands holding her wrists, while she shattered...

The orgasm was almost
instantaneous, rocking her like nothing, perhaps, ever had. Her Magic Wand at
home was strong. Nice. But the machine Zee was now pressing against her pussy?
It was probably illegal in seventeen countries. As the orgasm finished rolling
through her body, Zee pulled the toy away.

“Good,” he said,
sounding satisfied.

“No...” she started.

“No?”

Oh, that might have
been a mistake. Anna concentrated on catching her breath and keeping her hands
tightly wrapped around her ankles.

“Stand,” he ordered.

She did.

“Turn. Face me.”

His face was even
darker than it had been when they met. It was as if he were looking at a
cardboard woman—maybe she wasn’t real to him at all. The only slight hint
of expression was that of displeasure, and his eyes narrowed. “No, what?”

“I didn’t mean...”

“No, what, whore?”

The word filled her,
going to her head like wine.
Whore
.

“You will tell me what
you meant by that.”

Anna hung her head and
hunched her shoulders. “I just meant...”

He waited, a muscle
working in the side of his jaw.

“I want you to hurt
me.”

Still, he said
nothing.

“If you don’t mind, I
mean. Do whatever you want, but it’s okay... I mean, I don’t mind if you hurt
me.”

“So,” he said,
stepping forward. One step, then another step. Only a foot separated them now.
Anna smelled leather on his skin and something darker, like old, polished wood.
“You’re telling me how to do my job.”

“Of course
not—that’s not what I meant.”

“So you’re calling me
a liar?”

“No,” Anna gasped. “I
just—”

Zee shook his head in
what looked like disgust. “You couldn’t handle it.”

Was he calling her
weak? She was many things—confused, nervous, anxious—but she’d
hoped that weak wasn’t one of them. That was why she was here, right? To prove
that she could be hurt and still be fine.

“My therapist...” she
said.

Zee gave a bark of
laughter. “Your
therapist
.” He put air quotes around it. “You think I give
a
fuck
what your therapist says? Would your therapist do this?” He put
both hands on her shoulders and pushed downward. She landed on her knees
without ceremony. “This is where I should push my cock in your mouth, whore.”

Anna closed her eyes.
Yes. This. She felt as if her brain were directly linked to her groin and every
time he said a word to her, she felt it in her cunt.

“But I’m not going to.
You’re not ready.”

She
wasn’t
ready, Zee knew that. If he only had one talent in this life, it was knowing a
woman’s limits. Anna had hit hers just by stepping into the room. Giving up her
credit card number to Corinne was probably the most terrifying thing she’d done
in years.

Something had hurt
her. A man, he’d bet his life on it.

Her face was furious,
her cheeks suddenly red. “What?”

“You’re too scared.”
She was going to hate hearing it.

“Fuck you.”

“I would, if I thought
you’d be okay with it.” He lowered his voice. “I’d fuck you so hard you
couldn’t breathe. I’d fuck you so deep you’d feel it in your throat. But you,
kid, are out of your depth.” Maybe that explained those tights. She
was
a kid. A little girl. Her application had said she was twenty-seven, but her
eyes were years younger.

She opened her mouth
as if to argue but nothing came out. In a minute she’d probably stomp her feet.

“A tantrum, now?
Attractive.” Why was he baiting her like this? This was his job, for fuck’s
sake. And Zee knew how to do his job. He was the best operator in New York
City, good enough that Jake flew him around the world for different
assignments. And a little girl like this had him all freaked out? Unacceptable.

“I have a
contract
,”
she said.

Shit, that was true.
She did. Jake would have his balls if he reneged on a contract. It wasn’t as
much about the money as it was the cred. They even had a shell Yelp account
(listed under Household Services) and every five-star rating drove up sales.
Jake was all about customer service and appearance. For Zee to bail on a client
(and a friend of Jake’s, no less) would look worse than anything.

But Jesus. Something
about this woman. He couldn’t stop himself from turning into a dick. It was in
his
blood
, as if she were a disease he’d just caught. “Your father?” he
asked, unable to prevent the words.

She stilled, pulling
her shoulders back for the first time. He’d hit the nail on the head. Not like
it had been difficult. “What?” Her voice was ice.

“Had to be your dad
that fucked you up. Walked out on you when you were five? Never got that red
wagon you wanted? Hit your mom when he was drinking? Fathered another child?”

Anna’s cheeks went
even redder at his last statement, so crimson they matched her hair. He’d never
seen anyone more gorgeous.
Shit.
“You shut up.”

“You can leave now.”
Zee tried to make his voice bored, as if this whole scene wasn’t freaking him
right the fuck out. “We’ll rework your contract. Get you someone else, someone
you’ll like better.”

He thought she’d cry.
He thought she pull on her dress and cover her mouth as she ran out of the
building.

Instead, she did the
exact opposite. She laughed.

Anna laughed. Standing
there in her purple panties and bra, her nipples hard through the thin fabric,
staring right at him, she laughed.

“What the fuck?” he
growled.

“You think I’m
scared?”

“I do.” Zee swiveled
his head. Wasn’t Corinne going to help him out here? But her chair was empty,
the back door open. She’d probably gone to have a cigarette, and was missing
all of this. Shit.

“I am.” Still with
that grin on her face, laughter in her voice. “I’m scared shitless by this. But
what’s funny is that
you’re
more frightened than I am.”

“
Excuse
me?”

“Hey, don’t be mad. It
takes one to know one.” She leaned over and picked up her dress. She slung it
around her shoulders, and then buttoned, starting from the bottom. Her fingers
were still shaking. “I’m not sure what your story is, buddy, but whoever she
was, I hope she was worth it.”

She was playing the
game on him
?
Was she fucking kidding? She was head-tripping
him
?
“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

Her fingers slowed at
the buttons at her navel. That damn bra still glowed at him, holding up those
perfect breasts. “I think I do. There was a girl...”