Dominating Anna: A Fantasy Fulfilled Novella (11 page)

Long minutes later,
Anna breathed heavily into her pillow. “I’m not sure...”

Zee stopped
immediately, sitting up with a jerk. “What?”

“No, I’m not sure if I
can take much more of this,” she said, rolling onto her back. “Not like this,
anyway.”

“It’s okay,” he said,
moving backward. “That’s totally fine.”

“No!” Anna grabbed his
hand and pulled him toward her. “I’m saying I can’t take much more of you
teasing me. I need more.”

Zee’s eyes darkened,
his pupils going wide. Without speaking, he stretched his body to loom over
her, holding himself up with one hand, the other resting on the outer curve of
her breast. He blocked the light from the living room, and she could only see
his silhouette. Jesus, she wanted him. “Hurry,” she whispered so softly she
didn’t think he heard.

Then his cock was
pushing against the lips of her pussy. She was wet, so wet. She rubbed her
slickness against his length and then thrust her hips at the same moment he
did.

He filled her so
completely she was dizzy for a second, unsure which direction was up.

Then he moved in her,
one long stroke until he was completely outside her. A pressure, and he filled
her again with a thunderclap. Then she lost her ability to tell in from out as
he fucked her, slowly at first, then speeding up until the friction she felt
deep inside her pussy and against her clit was grinding at the back of her
teeth, behind her eyes. Everything was tension—she was suspended in air,
high above their bodies—until she fell through the ether and crashed
against him on the other side.

Zee came with her, his
yell matching her scream.

Anna caught her breath
with difficulty, unsure if she even wanted to. If she could keep feeling like
this, breathless, held perfectly, every part of her body thrumming with joy,
she’d give up breathing. She’d give up water and food and air in order to feel
this forever.

Next to her, Zee
touched her ear with his lips. “Jesus Christ, kid,” he breathed. He rolled off
her, keeping his heavy arm slung across her. She gripped it, not wanting him to
go any farther away.

Zee started to speak,
but had to clear his throat. Then, “You remember what I said about breaking
your heart?” His accent was stronger now.

“Mmmm.” A flutter
started in her stomach. Was this when he hurt her? Like really, truly
officially did it? Not like he’d done in the storefront with the whip, but for
real?

“What if it’s the
other way around?” he said.

“What?” It didn’t make
sense.

“What if you break
mine?” His voice was still hoarse, and he closed his eyes.

“Well,” Anna said,
lifting his arm and rolling so that she draped her arm and leg over his, “Would
you live?”

He opened one eye to
look at her and then shut it again. “Dunno.”

“Really?”

“Okay. Yes. I did it
once before. I didn’t do it well, I’ll admit, but I lived.”

“Then does it matter
if you get hurt? Isn’t it worth the risk? Wasn’t it last time, too?”

A smile played across
his face in the low lamplight filtering in from the living room. “Suppose so.”

“We all get hurt. Some
of it feels pretty fucking good.”

The smile got wider.

Anna gathered her
bravery to her chest before she spoke again. “I guess I’d be okay taking that
chance.”

Zee pulled her onto
his chest as if she weighed nothing. “Guess I’d...like that, too.”

Anna’s heart was
floating somewhere in the middle of her body, floating free. “Good. It’s a
deal, then.”

“I’ll still whip your
ass when you need it, though.”

“I hope you do, big
guy.”

A dim glow bounced in
from the streetlight outside, and the rain sounded as if it had started up
again. The way Anna settled against Zee’s breath, rising and falling with his
body, all of it felt right.

And the way he kissed
the side of her forehead, leaving his lips pressed there for a very, very long
moment, told her he agreed.

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