Admiring Anna (2 page)

Samantha immediately complied. After a moment’s hesitation, she brought her tongue out to play, taking her first tentative taste of Anna’s lips in return.

Slowly deepening the kiss, Anna allowed the young woman her cautious little explorations. But, she nipped sharply at Samantha’s bottom lip when it seemed she was actually trying to take control.

Samantha sprang back, her hand going to her mouth as her eyes opened wide with shock. Anna made no attempt to stop Samantha’s retreat.

“Sorry, I—”

“Don’t apologize,” Anna ordered.

Samantha fell silent. Her fingers moved as if to wipe away the smudge of lipstick lingering along her top lip.

“Leave it.”

Samantha frowned slightly, her hand still held midair. “Why?”

“Because if you decide to take this any further, you’ll learn that I like to leave my mark on my lovers.” Sitting half-turned in her seat, Anna studied the other woman’s reactions very carefully as her words gradually sank in.

“With lipstick?” It was impossible to tell if it was nerves or desire that made Samantha squirm in her seat as she spoke.

“With lipstick, with a whip, with whatever I want,” Anna said. “I’ve had a great deal of fun with nothing more than a willing body and a permanent marker in the past.”

Samantha nodded, but she didn’t seem to be agreeing with anything so much as indicating that she’d heard.

“And,” Anna added. “Just in case you have any lingering doubts—the rumor that I like women just as much as men is entirely correct.”

Samantha nodded again, her eyes fixed on the chunky silver ring she was twisting around her finger.

“I’ve never cared what gender my submissives are,” Anna went on.

If nothing else, at least the word made Samantha look up.

“I don’t,” the girl whispered. “I mean, I’ve never…”

So, Anna’s suspicions had been right. Tilting back her chin, she made a decision. “You have a choice, Samantha,” she said. “I can drive you home, leave you on your doorstep and neither of us will ever mention this night again.” Anna stopped to let that scenario sink in.

“Or?” Samantha finally asked.

“Or you can stay here with me and find out if you’ll enjoy submitting to a dominant woman as much as I suspect you will.”

Samantha stared at Anna for a long time, apparently unable to bring a single word to her lips. Anna could almost see the possibilities and fantasies racing through the girl’s head.

Finally, Samantha nodded.

Anna ran the crop through her fingers one more time. “Close the curtains.”

Samantha looked entirely blank until Anna pointed her crop toward the heavy velvet drapes currently gathered back to each side of the archway.

Once Samantha had completed her task and separated the alcove from the main play space in the center of the club, she didn’t seem to know what to do with herself. She stood in the middle of the small and suddenly intimate little area looking as if she were lost in the middle of a huge desert and had no idea in which direction an oasis might lie.

“Strip.”

Samantha blinked at Anna as if she’d never linked nudity and submission, or even nudity and sex, together in her head. “Here?”

“Yes,” Anna said, tucking a booted foot beneath her opposite leg as she made herself just a little bit more comfortable on the sofa. “No one else will see you. The curtains will remain closed.”

Samantha’s hand went to the hem of her T-shirt, only to linger there doing nothing more interesting than fidgeting with the edge of the fabric.

Anna kept her expression serene and unconcerned, but there was nothing she could do to keep her heart from racing. She’d spent so many boring portrait sittings and life drawing classes imagining what she’d do with Samantha if she were ever lucky enough to have the girl under her control. The possibility that their scene would come crashing to a halt before it had even started was almost too much to bear.

Several seconds passed. Finally, Samantha’s hand twitched. The thin T-shirt slid up Samantha’s body and over her head. The submissive quickly tossed the garment over the back of the sofa. There was no pause for dramatic effect. Now that she had started, Samantha merely seemed to be determined to remove every stitch she wore, as quickly as possible.

As Samantha scrambled out of her clothes, Anna ran an assessing eye over each inch of flesh that was revealed. The younger woman’s skin was pale. Lugging heavy easels and canvases around Gerald’s studio obviously kept her fit. Her limbs were all slim and well toned.

From small, pert breasts, all the way down to the pleasing curve of her hips, she was exactly how Anna imagined she’d be.

“Come here.”

Samantha obediently stepped forward, until she stood directly in front of Anna. Her fists clenched and unclenched rapidly at her sides. Every muscle in her body was knotted with tension. None of that detracted from her beauty in the slightest.

“Put your hands behind your back,” Anna ordered, each word calm and confident.

Samantha also followed that instruction without hesitation.

As Anna raised her crop and moved the thin strip of leather behind the girl, Samantha flinched, as if expecting a painful blow. She frowned slightly when it failed to arrive.

“Wrap both your hands around the crop—one at each end,” Anna ordered.

Peering over her shoulder, Samantha fumbled behind her back until she managed to do as she was told.

“If either of your hands leaves the crop, you’ll be dismissed from this scene,” Anna said. “I’ll let you get dressed and I’ll drive you home, but I won’t lay a hand on you for the rest of the evening.” She met the other woman’s eyes, letting her see how serious she was.

Samantha jerkily nodded her understanding.

“Kneel.”

Without any apparent hesitation, Samantha lowered herself to her knees at Anna’s feet.

Anna took that as her cue to stand up, completely reversing their positions and easily emphasizing the different roles they were slipping into as she loomed over the submissive. Samantha gazed up at her, tilting her head back in an effort to keep her attention on Anna’s face, and Anna had no doubt that was because Samantha was trying to read her emotions and work out how to please her.

Years spent stripping in artists’ studios had given Anna a very good understanding of what kind of clothing it was possible to slip into and out of on a whim. Her tight cream breeches weren’t going anywhere. A slight smile teased Anna’s features. Foresight was a wonderful thing.

Reaching for her fly, Anna slowly drew down the zipper. Where a normal fastening would have stopped, Anna’s kept going, separating the fabric that had covered her crotch, revealing smooth, bare flesh.

Within moments, nothing lay between her clit and Samantha’s mouth.

Anna sat down. Leaning back against the soft upholstery, she let her legs fall apart as she shrugged her shoulders and made herself completely comfortable against the cushions.

Eyes half closed, Anna trailed her fingers slowly down her cleavage and over the buttons of her closely fitted shirt. Keeping her movements slow and easy, she let out a contented little sigh as her fingertips finally left the fabric and caressed the exposed skin between her thighs. But even then, Anna’s attention remained completely focused upon the woman at her feet.

Samantha swallowed rapidly, shuffling her bare knees on the hard floorboards, apparently unable to remain still as she watched the show. She gasped as Anna’s fingers brushed against her own clit for the first time that evening.

An extra wave of pleasure sang through Anna’s veins as she saw Samantha tighten her hold on the crop in an effort to stop herself from reaching out to touch her. The frustrated whimper that escaped from the back of Samantha’s throat was music to Anna’s ears.

“That’s right. Good girl,” Anna murmured. “You just stay right there and watch.”

Anna delicately pulled back the hood that almost completely concealed her clit from prying eyes. Still studying Samantha’s reactions, she delicately caressed the little nub of nerve endings with one finger of her other hand, before dipping down and gathering a little moisture from her slit to lubricate her touch.

Her clit was already swollen and eager for attention. Feeling no embarrassment at the show she was putting on, Anna continued to softly circle it, stopping occasionally to scrape her nail very gently against the tip.

As Anna’s breathing sped up, so did her fingers. Pressing her head back against the sofa cushions, she arched her back, but her own touch was no longer enough.

With the fingers of her right hand still working her pussy, Anna slid her other hand into Samantha’s hair and tugged the girl closer.

A relief-filled moan signaled Samantha’s complete and utter willingness to join in the scene. In her enthusiasm, Samantha tried to move her head more quickly than Anna’s hand, but Anna’s quickly tightened her grip on her new lover’s hair, killing that idea in its tracks.

There would be no topping from the bottom. Samantha would never need to worry about who was in control. Anna took a deep breath. Licking her lips, she swallowed and made sure that her voice would come out calm and steady when she finally spoke.

“Don’t rush.”

Samantha glanced up at her. One lock of thick blonde hair fell forward into her eyes, but Anna didn’t have a hand free to push it away.

“Sorry.” Samantha’s voice was rough with desire, her eyes full of need. She’d never looked more stunning.

Taking her hand away from her clit, Anna ran a fingertip over the younger woman’s lips. Samantha immediately reached out toward the digit with her tongue, eager to taste Anna, even secondhand.

“That’s right,” Anna murmured, guiding Samantha’s head forward an inch or two before stopping her short again.

Collecting more of her taste from her slit, Anna once more traced Samantha’s lips with a fingertip. The girl’s eyes fell closed as she seemed to savor whatever her lover was willing to offer her.

Anna allowed Samantha even closer, until there was barely an inch of empty air between her clit and the other woman’s lips. Samantha’s breath brushed across her crotch. A shiver ran down Anna’s spine.

“Take it slow,” Anna reminded her, as she finally brought Samantha’s mouth and her pussy together.

Lips brushed tenderly against Anna’s labia, a delicate little flick of the tongue caressed her clit as the other woman took her first real taste of her. Anna tightened her grip in Samantha’s hair, not pulling her closer or pushing her away, not doing anything except reminding her exactly who was in control—anything except giving Samantha exactly what she needed in return.

Samantha murmured her pleasure. The vibrations coursed up through Anna’s body, pulling a gasp from her. Arching against the sofa, she pressed her clit more firmly against the other woman’s mouth.

Glancing down, she saw Samantha’s big blue eyes peering up at her, taking in every detail, every reaction. As Anna subsided back upon the sofa cushions, Samantha circled her clit with the pointed tip of her tongue. She’d been paying attention. It was a skillful copy of what Anna had done to please herself.

“That’s a good girl.”

Samantha’s eyes glowed at the praise. She murmured her thanks for it against Anna’s clit, repaying any pleasure she might have received from Anna’s words tenfold.

Samantha lapped and sucked gently at Anna’s labia before returning to her clit and sealing her lips around the little peak of nerve endings. Anna had said slow, and Samantha was obviously doing her very best to give her exactly what she wanted. There was no pressure behind the younger woman’s lips, no demand that she come from the gentle licks. It was so easy to believe that Samantha would stay down there the whole night and love every minute of it.

Tugging the younger woman’s head forward the tiniest fraction of an inch, Anna gave Samantha her silent permission to speed things up and take her new dominant to a higher level of bliss.

Soft lips caressed Anna’s clit once more. The lightest touch of teeth scraped against the hyper-sensitive nerve endings, precisely copying the way Anna had toyed with herself using her fingernail.

Anna threw aside any attempt to keep her reactions muted and controlled. She heard Samantha whimper against her as she tossed back her head and pushed forward her hips.

A moment later, any sound the submissive might have made would have been completely drowned out. The cry torn from Anna’s throat filled the area behind the curtain, leaving no space for anything else. The whole club must have heard it.

Anna made no attempt to cut the sound short as Samantha lapped against her pussy, drawing out Anna’s pleasure until her head swirled through sheer lack of oxygen. Anna rode the waves farther and farther, until she was out of sight of all land, floating on an ocean of bliss.

Her hand still rested on the back of Samantha’s head, holding her close, but it was too much now. There was only so much a body could take. Anna pulled at the short blonde strands, tugging the younger woman away.

The rolling tide of ecstasy gradually receded, leaving Anna collapsed in a messy, sated little heap on the shoreline. Almost too exhausted to draw a breath, she didn’t even try to open her eyes until several minutes had passed.