Dominating Anna: A Fantasy Fulfilled Novella (5 page)

A loud knock. Anna
grinned. He must have run up the stairs at top speed. Good. She opened the
door, still wearing only her bra, the lace of the cups still under her breasts.

He was even bigger
than she remembered. His bulk filled the doorway, and she had a moment of
trepidation. She’d just opened her door, naked, to a man who could hurt her. A
man she’d
paid
to hurt her. Hell, Anna was scared of everything,
especially of pain. That was her
thing
and she knew it. Why, then,
wasn’t she truly scared now?

“Tell me to stop if
you want me to stop.” His voice was gravel in the rain. Water dripped from the
shock of black hair that fell over his right eye.

Anna found her voice
didn’t work. That was fine, she didn’t need it anyway.

He was through the
door then, moving fast. His breath came quickly, probably from racing up the
stairs. Hers came almost as rapidly.

Anna backed up until
she couldn’t go any farther—her backside hit the edge of the couch.

He took her face in
both hands, and his mouth was on hers before she could draw another breath. Zee
kissed
her. It was the last thing she’d expected, and the kiss, as it
blazed through her, made her bones liquid and her blood hot. His mouth was
rough, demanding. She gave herself to him, meeting his tongue and matching his
heat with her own. He bit the corner of her lip, and she nipped the side of his
neck.

He had the most
wonderful stubble all over his jaw, sharp and prickly. Anna couldn’t get enough
of it. It was like him—uncomfortable and sexy as hell. He traced hard
kisses down her throat, and she knew she’d have beard-burn there tomorrow. She
reveled in the knowledge, pushing herself against him even harder.

“You’re killing me.”

Was it his accent that
made his voice so unbearably sexy? Or was it his low rumbled voice that melted
her? No matter what, she wanted more, more of him speaking in her ear. Hell,
she wanted more of everything, and she didn’t know how to ask. She kissed him
harder, trying to fit all her need into the motion so that he’d know.

And maybe she told him
the right way, because, with a bitten-off curse, he tore his mouth from hers
and spun her, hands at her waist. Using one hand, he bent her over the back of
the couch. With the other hand, he lifted her hips. He left her there for a
moment, a few delicious seconds. Anna heard the noise of a condom being
unwrapped, and then she felt the head of his shaft at her opening. If she could
have wriggled backward onto him, she would have, but a heavy hand in the center
of her back kept her in place.

“Wait,” he said. The
tip of him, blunt and hot, pushed against her slickness. He used his cock to
touch her clit, and she buried the scream into the cushion. She couldn’t wait,
she didn’t want to wait, please, please...

With one fluid stroke,
Zee filled her. He didn’t go slowly. He didn’t take his time. He was in her in
the amount of time it took for her to gasp a breath. Her cunt had never been so
full. He was
enormous
. Anna remembered what he’d looked earlier, when
she’d seen him rubbing his cock, and the knowledge that it was fully inside
her, stretching her, was almost too much for her to bear.

So full. She’d never
been this full. Every time he sunk himself into her, she lost her breath, as if
he were pushing into her lungs.

“Not yet,” he said,
both of his hands now on her ass, squeezing. “Don’t come.”

“I can’t—”

“You will,” he gasped.
“Wait.”

With all her strength,
she bucked her hips so that she couldn’t rub her clit the way she had been on
the leather of the couch. With every thrust, he pushed her down again, and then
she pushed back up. Impossible. It was impossible. She had to come. She felt
herself begin to clench around his cock, and he thrust harder, faster, burying
himself even deeper.

He bent forward, using
both hands to pull her hips against him. As he fucked her he reached around and
finally,
finally
fingered her clit. “Now,” he growled in her ear. “Come
for me.” It was an order, not a suggestion.

She exploded. With a
scream, she let the orgasm roll over her. It beat at her, clawed her, shook
her, and when she thought it was almost over, he pushed inside her again with a
guttural groan, and she came harder. She felt his cock spasm and jerk; she
swore she could feel every millimeter of it inside her. It was hers, hers,
hers
to ride, to use, to come around.

Zee collapsed on top
of her, his rough, stubbled cheek against her back.

“Fuck,” she said after
a long moment. “Fuckin’
fuck.
” She shimmied and rolled under him,
awkwardly draped over the couch. She wanted to see his face.

And damned if he
wasn’t wearing the biggest crazy smile. It changed him, lit him up from the
inside.

Zee laughed, a low
rumble that echoed the thunder that had just rolled outside. “Yeah. What you
said.”

What the hell was he
doing here? Zee came back to reason while his cock was still softening inside
her. Jake was going to have his head on a fucking stick. There were rules about
this sort of thing. You didn’t initiate contact with a target outside the
sessions.
Ever
. He could be fired. Screw that, he
would
be fired
if Jake found out. No, make that
when
Jake found out.

He’d fucked Jake’s
personal friend off-hours, without the agency knowing where he was. It would
have been fine: a play-date at her house. If he’d logged it, that was. But he
hadn’t. No one knew he was here.

Shit. He’d screwed up.
Big time.

And the truth was,
he’d do it all over again. The feeling of Anna breathing underneath him, all
soft skin and animal warmth, that scent of sex and what else...was it bubble
bath or something? Something clean and fresh and vaguely candy-like. So sweet.
Zee wished to hell he could stay here forever.

He pulled out and
shucked off the condom. She practically purred as she straightened and turned
to face him. He hadn’t expected that from her, this visceral sexiness. He’d
expected her to be awkward and uncomfortable in her own skin after sex. But she
wasn’t. Anna stretched, pulling her arms way up over her head and leaning to
the side.

“Damn bra,” she
muttered and finally unclasped the purple lace, draping it over the back of the
couch, the same fucking place she herself had been draped. Zee felt his cock
stir again even though he normally took at least thirty minutes to come back.

She stood in front of
him, her breasts tipped with pink, pert and sweetly balanced. Her bush was
neatly trimmed but thick, just the way he liked it. Something to bounce
against. Anna looked proud in her body. And God, she had every right to. She
was amazing.

“I have to go,” Zee
said. It was the only thing he could think of.

And damn it all, her
face fell.

Well, hell. What had
she been expecting? That she’d make him a drink and take off his wet boots and
dry his clothes for him?

Oh, God. What if she
had been thinking that? Zee searched for anything he could say, anything at
all, but nothing came to him.

“Okay,” she said. “So
how do I go about paying the agency for this?”

Paying. Of course
that’s where her mind went.

“Don’t worry about
it.”

“What?”

“On the house. It
wasn’t scheduled.”

Anna held up one
finger and disappeared momentarily around a corner. When she came back, she’d
drawn a green silk robe around her. Jesus, what that green did to her eyes. It
should be illegal.

“Okay, what does that
mean, on the house? This wasn’t part of what I signed up for? I put down on the
form that I was okay with playing in my apartment.”

Zee cursed himself. He
should have taken at least a second to think this through, but that’s exactly
what he hadn’t done. He, who planned everything down to the last detail, had
shown up here without a clue as to what he was doing. If he’d said he was on
the clock, if he’d had that in his mind, he could have used it. He’d have been
doing his job, instead of fucking everything up.
        

“I shouldn’t have
come.”

“But you did,” she
said with a playful smile. “You came for a long time.”

Fuck.
He had to get out of here, the sooner the
better. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I have to go.”

And then he was
running down the stairs of her building and back out into the rain. He didn’t
glance up to see if she was in her window, watching him run.

He knew she was.

Chapter Three

Three days later, Anna
walked into the back alley behind Fantasy Fulfilled’s play space. The rain had
finally stopped, and Anna enjoyed the feeling of weak sunshine on top of her
head. Corinne was there again, waiting with a smile. She’d barely had time to
say hello to her when Zee roared up on his Harley. Lord, he looked good. No one
had probably ever looked better on the back of a motorcycle.

He took off his helmet
and jerked a nod in her direction. He took the clipboard from Corinne and
scanned it.

He was waiting for
something, and Anna knew what it was.

“I’ve already told
Corinne how happy I was with your service the other night.”

“My...”

“How you were so
concerned about me that you called, and I moved a session to my apartment. That
was above and beyond the call of duty, and Jake was happy to hear about it,
too.”

Corinne nodded. “Zee’s
always the man.” She led the way into the building, Zee trailing Anna.

“You didn’t have to do
that.” His voice was quiet.

“I know,” said Anna. “I
wanted to.”

“I don’t want to owe
you.”

Stung, Anna turned to
meet his dark gaze. “You don’t.” She’d been trying to do him a favor, as he
done her one by fucking her senseless the other night. She wasn’t in it to get
him to
owe
her. Was that the way it worked in his world?

“Fine,” he said.

Obviously, it wasn’t.

He stalked ahead of
her, and took a large plastic bin down from a high shelf. “Stand in the middle
of the room.”

There would be no
ceremony, then. This was just work to him. Of course it was. And it should be
for her, too. This, her therapy. No couch, no talking, just working it out.

She stood in the
middle of the cold room. The single space heater churned out only a tiny bit of
heat that barely reached her.

Corinne dumped a
briefcase and a paper bag on the table at the back. “I’m gonna go round up some
players. I’ll be back as soon as I can. Anna, you’re all right?”

Anna nodded. She
wasn’t. She wanted Corinne to stay, to be witness to whatever happened, but
Anna was a big girl. She’d signed herself up for this. She wanted it.

Corinne let herself
out the front, and Zee continued his preparation. He had something that looked
like a collection of black leashes in his hand.

“Take off your
clothes.” His voice was harsh.

But under the
harshness there was a heat to his voice that thrilled through Anna’s body. She
took off her sweater and the undershirt beneath it. She unzipped and stepped
out of her wool skirt. She stood there, stock still in her black bra, tights,
and heels.

“All of it.”

Oh, Jesus. She’d been
naked in front of him the other night, but this was so different, here, in this
cold room.

Her breath coming
quickly, she finished stripping, pushing the pile of clothing away from her
with her toe.

She shook her hair
forward. It was long enough to cover her breasts, thank God. Anna had never
felt more bare. She was pulsing with it. The sheer amount of her skin on
display unnerved her, but Zee barely glanced at her. When he did, it was with
an appraising eye, as if to see whatever it was that he was fashioning would
fit her. “How tall are you exactly?”

“Five six.” She was
dying to cross her arms over her chest.

“Here.” Zee chucked a
black hair band at her—she caught it without thinking. “Pull your hair
back into a ponytail.”

There went the small
consolation of hiding behind her mane.

“Okay.” He came to
her, his hands full of the black webbing. “Hands behind your back.”

She complied, and her
hands were strapped tightly together.

“Is that comfortable?”

Anna didn’t think
lying would be a good idea. “No.”

“Good.” He brought the
webbing around her torso, wrapping her stomach once, like a belt, pulling it so
snugly she caught her breath. Then he traced it up her body, around one breast
and then the other. Using small carabiners, he forced the straps closer
together so that her breasts were bound. The straps pushed her up and out. It
wasn’t painful, exactly. But it was uncomfortable, and the webbing did nothing
to warm her up.