Dominating Anna: A Fantasy Fulfilled Novella

by Rachel Nixx

  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 e
nough. 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.

  Chapter Four

  Two nights later, Zee scratched an easy shot when he tried to sink the seven.

  “Man, you’ve been ass at this all night,” said Jake.

  “Fuck you,” growled Zee. “Just take your damn shot.”

  “What’s wrong with you?”

  Jess came to stand beside Jake. Without asking, she took a sip of his beer. “It’s a girl.”

  Jake shook his head. “Zee doesn’t do girls.”

  Zee ignored Jess’s laugh.

  “I mean, obviously, he does girls, but that’s his job. He’s the only guy that works for me who hasn’t lost his mind over someone at some point. Even I never had.”

  Tugging on Jake’s ear, Jess said, “Until me.”

  He kissed her. “Till you.”

  Zee said, “I’m going to throw up.”

  “Next round’s on you anyway.”

  Grumbling, Zee marched to the bar. He’d only come out tonight because Jake would have tracked him down to find out why he hadn’t made their normal Friday night pool game. He didn’t even feel like drinking.

  What he felt like was staying home in his loft. Alone. Closing his eyes until the image of Anna didn’t burn behind his lids.

  That might take a while.

  He felt someone small push to the bar next to him. He moved forward with a grunt. Damn hipsters, taking over all the good old places.

  “Buy me a drink?”

  Next to him, Anna’s voice rang clearly through the bar’s din. Zee jolted. He felt her heat, and his head swam. She looked nothing short of wicked: shortest black dress, no tights, black heels. She’d done something with that mass of red hair so that it coiled and curled, falling over her shoulders, draping over the top of her breasts in the low-cut dress. She was intoxicating.

  This was bad.

  Jake was here. Jake was going to see her any minute. Shit, he’d lose his job for sure. You don’t meet a target for a beer.

  “What are you doing here?”

  Anna winked. “Fine, if you’re not buying, then I am.” She leaned forward, putting those magnificently perfect breasts into the bartender’s line of sight. “Rye and ginger,” she said. “And whatever this guy’s been drinking.”

  “One rye and ginger, one Coke coming up.”

  Her head tilted. “Recovering?”

  Zee didn’t meet her eyes. Recovering, all right. From her. Or at least that’s what he’d been trying to do. “None of your business.” If he couldn’t get rid of her, he had to get out of here. Fast.

  Jess was there, suddenly. “Anna! You’re here!”

  The women hugged, and then Jess went on, “I have no idea how you found us, but we need a fourth for pool. Want to play?”

  Anna grinned. God, she was beautiful. “Sure.”

  He was fucking doomed. That was all. Just doomed.

  Anna liked watching the way Jake and Jess were together. She could see not only the spark between them—the way her eyes lit up when she looked at Jake’s ass as he bent to take a shot—but also the ease, the way Jake leaned against her, resting his chin on the top of her head.

  There was a moment of tension when Jess asked how she and Zee knew each other. Screwing up her courage, Anna said, “I’m a client.” It was big to her, to say this. Important. It showed she was taking care of herself. Zee stiffened next to her, clutching his pool stick tightly.

  Jess squealed and thumped Jake on the arm. “You did it! Zee is your operator? And you didn’t tell me! And Jake didn’t tell me. God. So now you two are hanging out?”

  Damn it. Anna hadn’t stopped to think what this must look like to Jake, Zee’s boss. The two men hadn’t been talking during the game, just taking shots without meeting each other’s eyes. She felt a stab of fear. Had she fucked everything up for Zee?

  As if on cue, the two men exchanged a dark glance and then Jake gave a jerk of his head toward the back door. Without a word, both cut through the crowd. From the alley in the rear, Anna heard muted shouting.

  Jess leaned against the drink table next to her. “Don’t worry about it.”

  “I think I blew it, huh? I shouldn’t have come here.”

  “Zee has many things, but he has no poker face. It would have come out eventually.”

  “If I hadn’t stalked him here, there’d be nothing to come out.”

  Jess smiled. “Really? Because I think you might be around a while.”

  A tiny ember glowed in Anna’s stomach. “What do you mean?”

  “If you were just a target, he would have left the bar as soon as you came in. He wouldn’t have stayed unless you were important.”

  A crash of metal rang from the alley way.

  “Should we...check on them?” asked Anna.

  “Nah,” said Jess. “They’ll work it out.”

  “Oh.”

  “You know about the accident, right?”

  Anna turned so she could face Jess in the dim beer light that hung overhead. “What?”

  “Years ago. Before he met Jake. There was a car accident, and the girl he was with died. He was driving. Her name was Keren, I think. Red hair, like yours.”

  Anna touched a long strand that had fallen foward. “Oh. I didn’t know.”

  “Jake says he never got over it. That’s why he doesn’t go for anyone, not more than causally.”

  “Maybe I’m casual, too.”

  “Zee was looking at you like you were cake at a diabetes clinic.”

  Anna turned and took her turn on the table, missing the shot by a mile.

  When the men finally came back in, both looked slightly out of breath.

  “This next round’s on me. Again,” said Zee. “Even though there are approximately four thousand people at the bar.”

  “Damn straight it’s on you,” said Jake as he slung his arm around Jess. “Fucking bastard.”

  “Everything all right?” Jess asked. Zee elbowed his way away from them through the crowd.

  “Yup,” said Jake. “More than all right. Zee’s got a crush, I guess.”

  Anna felt her cheeks go pink. A crush.

  It didn’t matter how long it took Zee to come back with the drinks. It didn’t matter that she had no idea what she was doing here. She was here now, and at some point, she was going to touch Zee again and watch his eyes light up like they had at the bar when he’d registered who she was. And that was just the start.

  Doomed. He’d been right.

  Someone who looked and smelled and moved like Anna did shouldn’t be allowed near him. He accidentally smiled at her when he brought the drinks back. How could he not? She shot him that grin, the one that made her nose wrinkle, and then she tucked a long strand of hair behind her ear again nervously. It made him want to pull that hair back out of place. Make her do it again. It made him want to kiss her.

  Which was, of course, utter horseshit.

  Jess and Jake weren’t helping. Jess did everything but stick her leg out to trip him trying to make them fall together. Jake was almost as bad. Yeah, he’d been pissed in the alley after he’d figured out there was more between Zee and Anna than just the job, and they’d thrown each other around a bit. Jake needed to yell, and by god, Zee didn’t tolerate yelling well.

  But Jake had a point. You don’t date a target. Ever. The only thing that got him off his boss’s hook was that Anna was already a friend to Jake through Jess. Anna had come to the business through the side door, and for some reason Jake was going to allow this...whatever it was.

  Of course, this whatever was nothing. It had to be nothing. Zee didn’t do more than that.

  Jess was shrugging into her black jacket. “Thanks, you two, but I’ve got to get this guy home.”

  Jake held up his hands. “She wants cock. What can I say?”

  Bumping him with her hip, Jess said, “I want you to do the dish
es we left. Then I want cock.”

  Anna said, “I have to get my card back from the bar. I’ll...see you guys later.” She shot Zee a look from under her lashes.

  What did she want? Damn it. Why did women have to always have all this subtext? Why couldn’t they just—

  “Zee, you’ll walk her to the subway?” Jess stood on tiptoe and Zee lowered his head to accept her kiss on his cheek.

  “Thanks,” said Anna before darting away toward the bar. Was that what she meant? Why didn’t she just say, Can you walk with me? Instead, she made someone else say it and then ran away.

  Jess squeezed his arm. “It’s okay if you like her, buddy.”

  Zee couldn’t speak the words fast enough. “I don’t.”

  “Liar,” she said cheerfully.

  Outside, the wind had turned again. A metal street sign clanged against a pole, and flurries of bits of trash skated in the gutter. Anna drew her coat more tightly around her, and the tip of her nose went pink. For one terrible moment, Zee wanted to wrap his arm around her shoulders, to draw her close to his side.

  “We might get more snow, they’re saying,” she said, glancing up at him.

  Small talk. He couldn’t do it. He shoved his hands into his pockets so that he wouldn’t do anything dumb. Zee just needed to get her to the subway and then get away. And stay away. This need—to touch her, to hold her, to fuck her until she couldn’t breathe, and then hold her while she slept—was the stupidest thing he’d felt in a really long time.

  Anna took two quick steps forward and turned to face him. A woman walking while looking at her cell phone almost plowed into her.

  “What’s your problem?” Anna said.

  Zee scowled. “Nothing. It’s cold.”

  Anna didn’t move. “I mean, what the hell is going on? I know we have chemistry. And all night you can’t even meet my eyes. You can barely talk to me.”

  “Nothing’s wrong.”

  “You’re telling me you’re always like this?”

  “So what if I am?” Zee felt like a stubborn twelve-year-old caught in a lie.