Dominating Anna: A Fantasy Fulfilled Novella by Rachel Nixx Page B

her dog sniffed a tree. Anna didn’t say anything. Somehow, though,
the silence was comfortable. She leaned back into Zee’s chest, and his arms
came around her.
    She felt him rumble as
he spoke into her hair. “Usually, if I were in this position, I’d push you up
against this glass.”
    Her breath caught.
    “And then,” he
continued, “I’d hold your hands in place over your head and pull down your
panties with my other hand.”
    He pushed his face
into her hair, nuzzling for one wonderful second at her neck, his stubble
creating a shiver that ran down her spine all the way to her toes.
    “Then what?” she
asked. Her breath fogged the glass.
    “Then I’d lift your
shirt. Play with your tits. Pinch your nipples till you wriggled backward
against me. Yeah,” he laughed. “Like that.”
    Zee still wasn’t
touching her except for where she leaned back into him. He kept his hips pulled
back so she couldn’t even feel his hardness.
    “Then what?”
    “I’d spank you for a
good long time, until you couldn’t think enough to count the blows anymore.
Then I’d fuck you from behind. I’d ram my cock into you so hard you’d wonder if
you could take any more. And then I’d give it to you harder. I’d make you keep
your eyes outside, on whoever walked by. If anyone looked up, I’d make you lick
the glass.”
    “Jesus,” she
whispered.
    “But you know what?”
He spun her in his arms so that she faced him.
    God, he was so big. So
tall. But when he tilted his face down to hers, she swore she could see right
through him, into his soul. “What?”
    “I want you in your
bed.”
    He swept her up into
his arms. She’d only ever seen a man carry a woman like that in movies, and
she’d always thought it would be awkward. But with Zee, it wasn’t. He moved
smoothly, easily, making his way through the doorway without bumping any part
of her, depositing her on the bed gracefully, following her down onto the
mattress. “I want you here.”
    His hands moved over
her. Slowly. As if he had all the time in the world. He unzipped her dress and
lifted it over her head before laying her back down. In just her bra and
panties, she watched as he stripped off his shirt. Lord help her, the muscles
on his torso were roped, leading down, down, into the top of his jeans, which
thank god he was shucking. Yep, the muscles went farther down. His enormous
cock sprang up, bouncing against his flat stomach. Anna reached forward, but
Zee smiled that crazy-big smile, and said, “Wait. Just a minute. I want
to—”
    He lay next to her,
his hands gentle as they tested her bruises, the ones the men in the alley
placed on her. He traced each mark with his fingertips, cursing low under his
breath. Then he kissed each one, so lightly she could barely feel it. Heat
flooded her as he drew his lips and tongue down the inside of her arm. He
licked her palm, tickling her with his breath.
    Then, so slowly that
she ached, he brought his mouth to hers. His lips were everything she needed,
and she drank from his tongue as if she were crawling parched through a desert
and he was a flash of water. Their tongues played against each other, met,
raising each other with every touch, every nip bring up the temperature. Zee
bit her lower lip and then licked it carefully, as if he was learning her,
memorizing her.
    Anna felt his hand at
her waist.
    “Roll over for me,” he
said in a low voice.
    Lazily, she rolled,
stretching out along the bed. Zee slipped her panties off, and then undid her
bra band. He ran his fingers gently down her back, down her legs. “You have
welts.”
    Thrilled, Anna said,
“I do?”
    He lowered his mouth
to her skin, kissing her, following the marks. As he touched each with his
lips, she felt again the sting of the whip he’d used followed by the heat that
now rose through her. Her clit pulsed, and she pushed her hips into the
bed.     
    Long minutes later,
Anna breathed heavily into her pillow. “I’m not sure...”
    Zee