Dominating Anna: A Fantasy Fulfilled Novella (7 page)

There was a chorus of
hell,
yeah
s and
uh-huh
s from the other men.

“Can I have the whip?”

Zee shook his head,
and Anna felt a sharp stab of relief. Zee, at least, knew how to wield it. She
was frightened of the pain, but—somehow—understood that he knew
what to do with it. The other men with the whip? How could she know what they’d
do?

“Only your hand,” said
Zee.

Suddenly seeming
nervous, the stubbled man glanced over his shoulder. “What’m I allowed to do?”

“Anything you like.”

His eyes lit up.
“Anything?”

Zee said, “Yes.” His
tone was...what? Grudging? Anna tried to swing her eyes to look at him, but he
took a step backward, just out of her line of sight.

The man gave Anna a
nod, surprising her. “Joe,” he said. “Hiya.”

What did he expect her
to do? Try to smash her muffled voice around the gag and introduce herself?
Shake his hand? She was tied up. Anna gave him what she hoped was a chilling
stare, but after his strange moment of formality, his eyes dropped to her body.

He touched her
tentatively at first. A callused hand at her breast. A touch to her side. She
felt his hand trace the welts at her stomach, then his fingers went lower, to
the top of her mound. Jesus, he’d go right there?

She swallowed a cry as
Joe tapped her, softly, right over her clit. The guys behind him laughed.

“Look at her! She
likes it!”

“Do it again, bro.”

Joe stepped closer.
Anna held her breath and closed her eyes.

“Eyes open,” said Zee.
He’d moved so that he stood behind the men now. Anna tried not to notice that
she wanted him closer.

Strangely, she barely
felt Joe’s hand, moving slowly now over her pussy. Instead, the gazes of the
other three men burned her skin. One was doubled over laughing, and she wasn’t
sure what was funny. Was it her? Her face? The laughter unnerved her more than
anything else had.

Joe stepped even
closer, and Anna could feeel the shape of his cock pressing against her through
his jeans.

“Enough,” growled Zee.
His face was as dark as a winter storm.

Joe stopped, startled.
“Sorry,” he said, still strangely polite.

Zee stepped between
the men, taking Anna by the shoulders. “I think you deserve to be seen, don’t
you guys?”

“Hell, yeah.”

Zee marched her toward
the front of the room. “Up,” he said. “On the stage.”

Anna hesitated. It was
clear today. No rain. More pedestrians passed on the sidewalks in front. Most
of them walked quickly, their heads down, gazing at their cell phones, but all
it would take was one person to stop and stare to draw attention to the window.

“Ah,” said Zee. “You
see that, men? How she slows?”

They murmured assent
behind her.

“We should punish her
for that pause.”

More laughter, excited
and high-pitched.

Roughly, Zee pulled
her up onto the low stage in the window. Off-balance, Anna took a step forward
to keep herself from falling.

Zee turned her so her
back was to the window. “You think you’re gonna try to get away, slut? Did you
see that, guys? I think we need to slow her down, what do you think? Stay
put
.
Don’t move.” Quickly, he moved to the wall nearest the heater. He took down a
black bar and attached something to the metal eyes at either end. He held it
aloft like a baton. “She will like this, I think.” Again next to her, he knelt
at her feet.

Anna’s heart couldn’t
pound any faster. Zee gray eyes met hers, and she felt her insides turn to
liquid again. He placed one enormous hand at the back of her calf and ran it up
her leg. Curling from the back, his fingers stroked the cleft of her ass,
spreading her cheeks. Then he gripped her waist tightly. “Spread your legs.
Like last time.”

She could do this.
She’d stood like this in the window before. At least so far her back was still
to the glass, and she couldn’t tell if anyone was looking in. Did she
want
someone to be out there, looking in? Anna couldn’t tell.

She took a wide step
sideways, pushing her shoulders back to ease the pressure of the bindings at
her wrists. The move pulled the webbing tighter at her breasts, but she didn’t
care. The deep breath she was able to take made the motion worth it.

Still kneeling, Zee
gripped her ankle. A piece of leather went around it and snapped at her
anklebone. He moved the bar until it was between her legs and then clipped
another restraint onto her other foot.

God, now she was
off-balance. How did he expect her to hold herself up? Anna wobbled wildly,
trying not to pitch forward off the stage or backward into the plate glass
window. Zee stood and reached behind her, grabbing her ponytail tightly. “Can’t
you even stand up straight, slut?”

The short man with
shaggy blond curls snickered.

“You,” said Zee. “Help
me.”

“Oh, yeah,” he said,
jumping up onto the stage.

“Hold her by the
hair.”

Anna felt their hands
trade places. The blond guy gripped her hair much tighter than Zee had, and the
sharp bite into her scalp brought a quick flood of tears to her eyes.

“Hold her hard. I’m
going to change her binding.” Zee glanced down at her. Jesus. What was this
need
she felt to be close to him? Every part of her longed to lean in toward him, to
tuck her head under his chin, to feel the hardness of his cock against her
stomach. She took a deep breath as Zee started tugging at the webbing behind
her.

Making quick work of
the knots, he undid her. Anna bit deeply into the ball as he unwound her
breasts. She’d never have guessed it would ache so much, being released like
this. Instinctively, she dropped her arms to her sides and uncurled her
fingers, willing the blood to race to them.

Zee exhaled heavily.
“Did I tell you to move?”

Anna shut her eyes.

“Nah,” said one of the
guys. “He didn’t.”

Another said, “Open
your eyes, slut.”

She did.

Zee took her wrist
and, using white rope she hadn’t even seen him pick up, tied a solid knot
around it. “You got her?”

The blond guy
tightened his grip on her hair, which Anna wouldn’t have guessed was possible.
“Yeah.”

Zee stalked to the
very edge of the stage. He wrapped the other end of the rope around a large
hook placed in the brick wall. Then he pulled so hard that her arm flew up and
out. If the other guy hadn’t been holding so tightly to her scalp, she would
have fallen.

Zee did the same with
her other wrist, tying her to the other side of the stage. Now her legs were
held apart by the spreader bar and her arms were up in a signal of victory, as
if she were running across a finish line. But Anna had no idea where that
finish line was, or if it even existed.

“Try letting her go.
See if she stays up.”

The man released her
ponytail.

“Push her,” said Zee.

Behind her, the man
shoved her shoulders. Anna’s back bowed, and her pelvis moved forward, but the
ropes held her steady. Her hands were already tingling, her arms going to
sleep. With the men’s eyes on her, not knowing if anyone was behind her outside
on the street, Anna felt as if electricity were coursing through her veins.
Cold air hit her pussy now that her legs were held open, and she knew she was
probably dripping visibly.

“Good slut. Suspended
for anyone to see.” Zee’s voice was warm now. Approving. He circled her,
ducking under the rope. “You have such an amazing ass. Everyone should be lucky
enough to see it.” He rapped on the window behind her, and then laughed. “Got
his
attention, didn’t I?”

The men in front of
her nodded and grinned, shifting their weight back and forth.

Zee said, “A homeless
man is pressing his face to the glass, probably unable to believe his luck. I’d
be surprised, too, to see such a glorious ass right here. Maybe he needs to see
more of it.” Zee parted her ass cheeks with his hands, plunging one finger into
her cunt, gathering her wetness. Anna choked on her own spit as the sensation
of his finger inside her made her knees go weak.

“Oh, yeah, he likes
the sight of your asshole, slut. Guys, wanna get in on this?”

There was no
hesitation this time. All four of them stepped up to stand on the edge of the
stage. Their hands pinched her nipples and slapped her breasts so hard Anna
momentarily forgot how to breathe around the gag and choked again. Zee still
held her ass spread open.

Then, without warning,
he jammed his thick finger, still coated with her own wetness, into her asshole.
She screamed at its invasion and arched forward again but couldn’t get away
from Zee’s assault.

“Oh, pretty. See how
the whore bucks?” He twisted his finger, pushing it farther up and inside.
“It’s too bad I can’t reach around and fuck her pussy with my other hand, but
I’ve got to hold her open so Mr. Shopping Cart outside can see inside her.” Zee
spoke over her shoulder, his low voice loud in her ear. “Any volunteers?”

The man wearing a
puffy blue coat said, “Me.” He was older than the other men, forty-five at
least. He was handsome though weathered, and as he closed the small gap between
them, Anna smelled bay rum and cigarette smoke.

“Don’t go slow,” said
Zee. “I didn’t. She can take it.”

Beaming, the man
cupped his fingers and jammed what felt like three of them into her cunt. He
slid in deep, his fingers thick and rough. Anna lost her breath then, and
didn’t know when she’d get it back.

Full, she was so full.
The older man fucked her pussy, hitting her G-spot like he knew what one was,
and Zee rammed her ass with his huge finger. She felt their fingers pressing
against each other, fighting for space inside her. On either side, a man had
hold of each breast. Both twisted and pulled, clamping her nipples painfully,
letting go, and starting again.

“Fuck the slut,” said
Zee, moving faster inside her. The older man groaned and thrust another finger
inside her. That had to be four, at least. She couldn’t be stretched much more.

“Ah. Our homeless
friend has been joined by another man,” Zee said in her ear. “And another one
is slowing down...yes. They’re all watching you. Watching me fuck your ass with
my hand. Watching these guys abuse you. You like this, whore?”

She did. Oh, God, she
did. The older man might be rough, but he knew what the fuck he was doing. He’d
curved his fingers and was dragging them against her G-spot, pressing and
rubbing her hard with each thrust. With no gentleness, he pushed his thumb
against her clit. It burned. And Jesus, he would make her come if he kept doing
that. There was no pain right now, none at all. Even Zee’s finger in her ass
felt good. She needed...more, just a bit more...

There was a click on
the glass behind her. Zee laughed. “Your audience is now up to six. Two of them
have their cell phones pressed against the window. You better keep them there,
whore. Don’t you dare lose an audience member.”

Anna moaned against
the gag. More. She arched her back, pressing against Zee’s finger, bucking as
much as she could against the other man’s hand. Dragging her weight from her
outstretched arms, she pressed down, rocking herself forward and back.

“One just walked away,
slut. You have to give a better show than this.”

What could she do? She
couldn’t move any more than she was. It was taking all her strength to do this
much.

And still, he wasn’t
hurting
her. She needed to know if she could take it, needed that so badly. Sure, her
arms ached, burning at her shoulder sockets, and her ass was on fire. But the
way her pussy was clenching made all the pain go away.

Zee removed his finger
from her ass and leaned forward, pressing his pelvis against her. His cock,
even through his jeans, felt hot. Anna felt fingers at the corner of her mouth,
and felt a pop as he released the band around her head. The ball gag dropped to
the floor, and her mouth was suddenly free, spit dripping from her lips to the
floor.

The man in front of
her stepped back, his eyes wide, waiting to see what would happen next. He
rubbed the back of his hand against his crotch, and one of his friends said
something Anna couldn’t quite catch. She got its meaning, though, no doubt
about that.

Zee unwound something
on the wall which loosened the ropes. She could lower them a bit, just enough
for the blood to rush to her fingers. He made the ropes long enough that she
could lower her arms all the way to her sides.

“Now you can do this.”
He pushed her forward at the waist again. Anna’s buttocks thrust into him
again, and she loved the feeling of his fingers driving into her hips.

“You,” Zee said, and
the man who’d had his fingers in her pussy stepped forward. “Fuck her mouth.”