Dominating Anna: A Fantasy Fulfilled Novella Read Online Free

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