Dominating Anna: A Fantasy Fulfilled Novella (8 page)

“You kidding me?” he
asked, and then barked a laugh. “Don’t have to ask me twice.”

The man’s cock, thin
but long, was inside Anna’s mouth as soon as she opened it. She’d barely even
seen him unzip. She swallowed him down, ignoring the urge to pull her head
back, breathing around the urge to gag. If Zee wanted her to do this, then she
would. It felt good to have the stranger’s dick inside her mouth, almost as if
it were Zee himself who stood in front of her.

And still she felt Zee
behind her, massive, an unmovable object, heated and steady.

She heard another
zipper. Felt a push against her asshole, a dripping of something shocking and
very, very cold. Zee’s finger again pushed into her, driving the lube inside,
up and down her crack.

He leaned forward,
cupping her body with his own. In her ear she heard, “Hold your breath, kid.”

As she deep-throated
the stranger, Zee pushed his cock into her asshole. Instead of impaling her
fast and hard, though, he took his time. First the head of him. So broad, so
thick. Anna thought at first he’d never be able to fit inside her. She’d break
open, break into a hundred tiny shards, and he’d have to sweep her up with a
broom afterward.

But she concentrated on
breathing. Every time the older man pulled backward, Anna caught a tiny breath
just before he rammed himself into her mouth again. And still Zee pushed at her
narrow opening. Slow. Steady. Insistent.

It hurt. A lot. Was
this what she’d been waiting for? It felt as if he were pouring molten metal at
her rim, pushing a flame directly inside her. Yeah, it hurt like a
motherfucker.

But it wasn’t what
she’d been waiting for. She’d expected this kind of pain to come with automatic
tears. She would break down, and come apart, and then she’d be able to start
fixing herself.

What she was feeling
then, was completely unexpected.

Anna felt joy.

Zee must have been
half way inside her now, moving millimeter by millimeter, surprisingly gentle
for such a huge beast of a man. He was inside her and the stranger was fucking
her mouth and she was still teetering on the outsides of her feet, spread apart
with the bar, and instead of wanting out, wanting to get away, Anna just wanted
more. How was that fucking possible?

With a scream that
vibrated against the stranger’s cock, Anna pushed her ass backward, completing
Zee’s assault for him. She heard his breath leave his body in a
whoosh
and all was sensation, all was heat and friction and pain and breath and sound.

It was just right.
Just fucking
right
.

The front door
clicked. If Anna rolled her eyes as far as she could to the left, she could
just see Corinne there, gesturing at someone. Oh, god, the people outside. They
were coming in, all five of the new strangers. One woman was with them,
too—she was young, not more than twenty-five, with bleached white hair
and multiple facial piercings. There were grins and nervous laughter, and their
heads nodded in time as their eyes widened, taking in the scene. The girl in particular,
had the widest eyes, and as she met Anna’s gaze, Anna saw something else there,
too. The girl was jealous.

And why wouldn’t she
be? She’d just entered a room where a woman was getting fucked in front and
back at the same time. Anna brought her eyes and her focus back to the man
whose cock filled her throat. He was fucking her mouth so fast she knew he was
seconds from coming. Shit, she was almost jealous of herself. Just about
everything that could be done was being done to her right now.
All
at
once.

Or at least, that’s
what Anna thought until Corinne offered a set of nipple clamps to a guy in blue
Doc Marten’s. The man in her mouth shot his load onto the back of her throat,
shoving himself in as deep as he could, squashing his balls against her chin. As
he did, the other guy reached under and attached the clamps, both of them
biting her nipples at the same time. Pain, red and furious, filled her vision
as the cum filled her mouth. The man slipped his rapidly-softening cock from
her lips, stepping away from her with a laugh, and from behind her, Zee grabbed
Anna’s hands which were still tied at the wrists by the rope, pulling them
backward as much as the bindings would allow.

Her back arched and
the nipple clamps sent pain screaming through her. Zee fucked her asshole
harder, a steady, driving rhythm. Timing each word with a thump to her ass and
a yank on her arms, he said, “How do you like this, slut?”

Anna gasped, “I love
it.” Cum dripped from her lips.

Zee fucked her even
harder in front of the audience, now grown to nine. She should be terrified.
She should hate this pain. This was what she was scared of, right?

“You love it, what?”

“I love it, Sir.”
Anna’s cunt was dripping and swollen and the feeling of Zee’s balls slapping
against her opening was almost too much to bear.

“That’s better, cunt.”

Corinne again came
into view, this time handing a string of metal balls to the pierced girl. What
now? Jesus.

The girl knelt next to
her. She gave the chain of Anna’s nipple clamps a vicious tug, earning a
scream. Then she reached between Anna’s legs and slipped her fingers along her
sodden slit. Without hesitation, she pushed the balls into Anna’s pussy, one,
two, three. It was exactly what Anna had needed, something
in
her, and
she bore down hard on them, hoping Zee would be able to feel them inside. Maybe
he did—he made a low sound and ground his hips against her, burying
himself to the hilt.

Corinne handed
something else—pink and metallic—over to the girl who gave a wicked
grin and kissed Anna full on the mouth. The girl’s tongue was sharp and spicy,
as if she’d just tucked a piece of spearmint gum in the pocket of her cheek.

And while she was
kissing her, she pressed a vibrator against Anna’s pussy. Anna jerked backward,
getting the full brunt of Zee’s massive cock. It was like a burn, the feeling
of the buzz against her clit, a delicious pain that filled her head and made it
feel as if she were wonderfully drunk on an alcohol that would leave nothing
behind but clear, bright pleasure. Why wasn’t she afraid? Shouldn’t she be?

“Come for me now,”
said Zee, his voice a suggestion, not an order this time. He was buried in her
ass and fucked her with wickedly efficient strokes. The balls rolled and
throbbed against her G-spot.
 
When
the orgasm hit her, it filled every space in Anna’s body. Her whole body came,
and she couldn’t even move her lips when the girl kissed her again. She only
held her breath and prayed for Zee to never, ever stop moving. Even when the
girl showed her mercy and pulled away the vibe, Anna kept clenching, clutching,
wanting to remain this way, Zee behind her, filling her.

With a roar, Zee came.
As he did, his fingers gripped Anna’s wrists painfully, pulling them back more,
and the girl yanked the balls out of Anna’s pussy, which made him yell even
louder. He cursed in his own language, and even though Anna didn’t know what he
said, she knew what he
meant
. Her own lips moved, echoing his. Maybe it
was a prayer.

Or maybe she was just
agreeing with him.

A moment—a
lifetime—later, Zee released Anna’s hands, and then undid the ropes
completely. He turned to the window and drew the heavy shades, disappointing
the three new men who stood outside, mouths agape. “Show’s over,” he said, and
then glared at the one girl and the other men who remained inside. “Thanks for
stopping by and for the help. Now get out.”

Corinne led them to
the door and ushered them out with a smile and a low laugh, touching the girl
on the shoulder as she went. She was always good at this. Always diplomatic. A
company girl, through and through. Zee wondered as he had so many times what
her gig was. She’d been in love with Jake, everyone knew that. But then Jake
had fallen for a friend, Jess, without ever noticing Corinne’s kicked-puppy
look.

Damn it. He didn’t
want to waste time thinking about Corinne. He wanted to get the hell out, to
find a beer, to put his feet up on his couch and pretend this wasn’t his job,
that he didn’t just get paid to fuck the first woman to grab his interest
since...

Shit
.

The only thing he’d
let her grab was his cock, and that would be on
his
terms.
 

“Untie her feet,” he
said to Corinne, as he stepped off the podium. He strove for a casualness he
didn’t feel. Get out. Get the fuck out. Maybe a long fast ride on the bike
would help. You’d think banging Anna’s tight little ass would have helped, but
it hadn’t. Sex he could always have. That was the easy part. The hard part was
wanting to wrap his arms around her afterward.

That was the bullshit
part.

“Wait, Zee?” Corinne
ran after him. “I’ve got someplace to be. Do you have to leave, or can you take
care of closing up?”

Anna, still standing
with the spreader bar between her legs, arms hanging relaxed at her sides
though still bound with rope, couldn’t have known that by drawing in her shoulders
like that and looking at the ground she only made it worse. Every single fiber
of his being longed to take care of her.

He spun on his heel,
cursing himself, and he didn’t respond to another word Corinne said. He slammed
the door behind him and held his face up to the rain that had started again. It
was gonna be one shitty ride.

Fuck him.

As Corinne took off
Anna’s ankle shackles, making light conversation about the weather—a
strange thing to talk about since Anna’s pussy was still throbbing from coming
so hard—she got mad. Anna stood straighter, wishing to hell she hadn’t
let Zee see her disappointment. She’d turned into the mouse again. Of course.
And he
had
seen her do it—she knew that. But it had been
momentary, that’s all it was. Something in her had been hoping that he’d be the
one to undo her, to put lotion on her wounds, to smile that crazy-big smile of
his again. Instead, he’d acted pissed off, which, really, was utter bullshit.

She interrupted
Corinne. “What’s his problem?”

Corinne sat back on
her heels, looking surprised. “What?”

“He can’t handle this?
Handle me? Why does he get so upset around me?”

Finishing with the
last buckle, Corinne said, “I don’t know. Okay, you’re free. Let me just get
those wrist bindings.”

Corinne’s fingers were
slim and warm and felt good against Anna’s chilled skin. Anna was starting to
shake—from what, she wasn’t sure, but it had something to do with the way
Zee had left. He’d run from her, just like he had the other night, as if there
was something wrong with her, as if she’d screwed up.

But the thing was,
Anna was starting to get the funny feeling that maybe she hadn’t.

Releasing Anna’s
second wrist, Corinne rubbed Anna’s hands in her own. “Funny how cold they go,
right?”

Anna didn’t say
anything.

Corinne finally sighed
and motioned to Anna’s clothes. She sunk into a chair and lit a cigarette. The
flare of the match was bright in the dim light of the back of the room. “I
don’t know, Anna. To tell you truth, I’m baffled by him myself lately.”

“He’s not usually like
this.” It wasn’t a question. Anna could tell he was usually a consummate
professional, the kind of man who would never allow emotion into anything he
did.

Shaking her head,
Corinne took a long drag and blew it out hard. “No.” She stopped, and looked
directly at Anna. “I shouldn’t say anything. But...you remind him of someone, I
think. A girl.”

“Whoever that is, I’m
not her.”

“He knows that. Maybe
it makes it worse.”

“Who was it?”

“Oh, God.” Corinne
leaned her head back and looked up at the ceiling. “Nothing about you as a
client is normal, you know that?”

Anna smiled. She liked
Corinne. If they’d met in line for a bathroom somewhere, she’d have wanted to
talk to her, to appropriate her as a friend. “So tell me where he lives.”

Corinne blinked and
coughed on smoke. “No way.”

“Please.” Anna pulled
on her skirt.

“You couldn’t pay me
enough. I’d lose my job.”

“Please, Corinne?”
Anna had no good reason to ask. She could only hope Corinne heard the need in
her voice.

“Shit.” Corinne
stubbed the cigarette out on the ground, then chucked it out the open back
door. “No.” She picked up her oversized leather purse and slung it over her
arm. Her step paused. “But it’s not like the Leadbetter is a private club. It’s
not. Its just a bar. Maybe he plays pool there on Friday nights.” She glanced
over her shoulder at Anna. “And maybe he doesn’t.”
 

Friday. Still two days
away. It was all she had.

It would have to be
enough. The man owed her. She wasn’t sure exactly what she needed, and she
wasn’t sure how she’d get it, but Anna was going to try her ass off to figure
it out by then.