Dominant's Rise [Dominant Focus 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read online

  “Please,” she whimpered.

  Zenn smiled down at her. He leaned down and nipped her earlobe.

  “Trust me.”

  He smoothed his hands down over her breasts, gently circling, cupping, and squeezing as he explored. He took her flesh between forefinger and thumb in a series of tiny sharp pinches all around the underside of her breasts.

  After the first startled moment, she arched and moved with him as he followed a master plan only he knew. Gradually she realized he was moving inward in concentric circles toward her stiff nipples. The excitement rose in her like a wave when she understood what his goal must be.

  At the moment when he finally reached the center, he grasped her nipples in a firm grip and rolled them between his fingers and thumbs.

  She gasped aloud as lightning rolled through her in a flourish of bright heat. Her hips rolled and her pussy gushed a trickle of warm liquid. His nostrils flared and his eyes heated to a blaze that burned her.

  “Yes,” he said. “Good girl.”

  He rubbed her breasts gently then settled one big hand over her belly. His hand was heavy and warm and she squirmed to feel him better.

  “Your next climax is mine to command. You will wait until I give permission. Do you understand?”

  It took her a moment to find her voice.

  “Yes, Zenn.”

  “Good. If you feel too close to the edge, I need you to tell me and I will tell you yes you may or no you may not.”

  Anja squirmed. Her legs were trembling. She was still so high and she needed more. Why was he trying to have a conversation?

  “Say that you will agree.”

  “Yes, Zenn.” She would have agreed to anything if only he would continue. She had come too far to stop now. Didn’t he realize that?

  His hand smoothed over her stomach and down to cup her hot pussy through the delicate lace.

  Anja arched in reaction and Zenn used her movement to swiftly remove the panties. He dropped them and focused on her most feminine flesh. The look in his eyes burned her. He stroked both hands up her smooth inner thighs, back and forth, never touching the wet pussy that was aching for him.

  Anja writhed and tugged against her bonds, trying to entice him, but he only smiled and continued. When he finally bent his head to her and licked once, she gasped out a cry that was his name.

  “Mmm,” he rumbled against her soaked flesh, and she quivered. He settled down and made himself comfortable between her legs, using his broad shoulders to hold her thighs apart. The vulnerable position raised her arousal to another level.

  He used the stubble on his cheeks and chin to tickle her pussy and clit and then slid his stiff tongue up and down through her silky swollen folds. He lapped with the flat of his tongue until her hips were rising to meet every luxurious touch.

  Zenn drew back and looked. Anja could feel her pussy twitch, begging without words. She knew he was watching her and the knowledge sent a shiver of heat through her.

  “Not yet,” he said, and she almost groaned. He cupped her buttocks in his big hands and tilted her up.

  “Wrap those long legs around my head and squeeze.”

  She followed his command hesitantly but she followed it.

  He buried his face between her legs and French kissed her intimate lips with teeth and tongue. He used his whole mouth. Her head fell back onto the pillow. The pleasure he created was unfamiliar and intense. It went on and on while waves of warmth rolled through her blood, each one more powerful than the last.

  She could feel her extreme wetness against his mouth. Tears began to leak from her eyes and roll down to wet her hair. Zenn abraded her clit from side to side with his teeth and pulled back when she began to plead with him.

  “Zenn, please. Please, let me come.” She was panting and trying to keep her hips from bouncing up to his mouth again. She was so close a gentle breeze would send her over the edge but she didn’t want to disobey him. She didn’t want to disappoint him.

  He looked up into her eyes and whatever he saw there caused him to surge upward. He knelt between her legs and she was shocked to see the gleaming wetness on his chin and throat.

  “Zenn,” she gasped.

  His charming smile was gone. His brows lowered in concentration and the planes of his face were set in hard lines. He looked fierce and hungry and her hips lifted to him in uncontrollable surrender.

  Anja watched as he grasped his thick cock in one hand and began to feed it into her drenched pussy. It seemed to take an eternity, with his cock forging inside one slow inch at a time, stretching her wide to accept his size. He felt huge inside her and her pussy gushed in appreciation.

  Her head rolled from side to side and she moaned. Sensation shot through her, making her toes and fingertips tingle. She was so close.

  “Zenn, please,” she cried, “I can’t—”

  “Yes, go over for me. Go.”

  With the last word he thrust hard and fast, and Anja’s body soared to answer his authority. Her pussy grabbed him in a tight fist and pleasure went through her like a jolt of electricity, shaking her body in harsh tremors. She shrieked at the depth of his final thrust and her body clenched in a spasm so hard that she couldn’t seem to breathe. The world spun in a whirlwind of color and fire. The only thing that was solid and real was Zenn moving and shouting above her.

  She heard his voice but the words were beyond her. It was all she could do to breathe through the waves of heat.

  He fell down to one elbow, still buried hard inside her. Sweat dripped off his forehead and landed on her shoulder and arm.

  Anja’s arms were tingling when he reached up to release the ties that bound her to the headboard. One arm fell to the pillows and one shaking hand stroked his wet hair back from his face.

  He nuzzled into her palm and then laid his head on the pillow beside her. The force of his harsh breathing shook her.

  Her body was heavy with a strange sweetness, her muscles singing as they did after a strenuous dance routine. She felt marvelous.

  Tears still rolled down her face, but she didn’t move to wipe them away. She had never known such pleasure. It was perfect even as it was too much.

  Far too soon, Zenn rose and disengaged their bodies in a slow withdrawal that caused another trickle of heat through Anja.

  “Tears?”

  She waved her hand expressively. It was the only part of her body that she could move just then.

  “I am Russian. It is a beautiful emotion,” she said. “Just let me feel it.”

  He looked at her for a moment. His eyes softened and he nodded then walked to the bathroom naked and came back with warm washcloths and towels.

  He washed her with tender strokes. She wanted to bat his hands away, but she didn’t have the energy. She just relaxed her tight muscles one by one from head to foot and let him care for her. She closed her eyes and absorbed the sensations. She would hold tight to the memory of his beautiful caring. It would be her talisman when the world was cold and she was alone.

  “I feel beautiful,” she said without thinking and his gentle ministrations paused.

  “You are beautiful. Taste pretty damned good, too.” He smacked his lips and she opened her eyes to find him grinning. His eyes gradually climbed up toward her face.

  She felt a flush climbing her cheeks and he laughed warmly.

  “After all that, a blush? Well, I can see I’ll have to try a little harder to come up with something special for round two,” he teased.

  Anja moaned. He was already thinking about round two? She had not yet recovered from round one.

  He ran a finger down her cheek, throat, and breast. Her nipple peaked to meet his touch. His raised eyebrow said it all.

  He crawled onto the bed with her and pulled her into his warm arms. When he flipped off the light, she realized that it had been on the whole time. He had touched, tasted, and looked at every part of her body. Well, it was too late to be embarrassed about that. She snuggled in close, loving the
feel of skin against skin.

  “A rest and maybe a snack, and then we’ll start all over again. Sugar, have I got plans for you.”

  A thousand dark intentions came through in his voice and Anja shivered in feminine response. She wondered distantly how long she would she be able to keep up with a man of his obvious experience before he tired of her, but shrugged the question away. She felt too good to dwell on a sad future. There would be plenty of time for that when he left in truth and she was spending her nights alone again.

  Chapter 6

  The sound of Zenn’s stomach rumbling under her ear woke Anja from a deep sleep. She raised her head to see his eyes gleaming in the faint light from the hallway.

  “Sorry, sugar,” he said, his voice low.

  She smiled.

  “Perhaps a midnight snack would be welcome?”

  “I think it’s after midnight, but yeah, a snack would be great.”

  He grinned back at her and she caught her breath. He was big and gorgeous and he was in her bed. She bent down to nuzzle the line of hair on his firm belly when his stomach grumbled again.

  He laughed and pulled her to her feet.

  She flushed under his avid gaze and hurried to pull on her silk robe. Zenn sighed and stepped into his boxers.

  “So much for romance,” he said. “Come on, we’ll raid your kitchen and then…”

  Anja looked up into his dark brown eyes.

  “And then?”

  She asked the question seeking reassurance, not challenging. She wanted more of the man, as much as he would give her.

  Zenn just smiled and took her hand.

  “Which way?” he asked.

  Of course, she thought, as she led the way to the small kitchen. It was his first time in her home. On some level it seemed strange to have him here, but on a deeper level she was so comfortable with his presence that it was odd to realize he didn’t know where the kitchen was.

  Anja stopped in the doorway of the small kitchen.

  “Would you prefer dinner foods or breakfast foods?” she asked.

  “Anything that’s quick.”

  Zenn’s stomach seconded that and they both grinned.

  Anja took out bagels, butter, cheese, and fresh raspberries and peaches. Zenn snagged a few raspberries to munch on while the bagels were toasting, but when the toaster popped he buttered both bagels while Anja was still slicing the peaches.

  They ate quickly, knees touching under her tiny table. Every time her bare leg brushed against his hairy one, a shiver of sensation moved through her. She could hardly focus on her food when Zenn’s broad bare chest was right in front of her eyes. His black hair was mussed from her hands, and he looked delicious. His surprising male beauty caught her in the stomach every time she saw him. Something about him was like a magnet drawing her closer even as she tried to step back and find her emotional balance.

  Zenn finished his bagel and snagged the last whole peach from the bowl. He bit into the ripe flesh with relish.

  “Mmm, juice,” he rumbled as the clear juice slid down his chin. Anja had the insane desire to lean forward and lick it off. His eyes caught hers and her skin prickled.

  He licked his lips and moisture gleamed on his chin. Her pussy clenched in reaction and her thigh muscles tensed.

  “The peaches are good, ripe and sweet, but I’m after something sweeter,” he said and that quickly he had her in his arms. For a big man, he moved with shocking speed.

  Anja’s body was ready long before her mind had caught up. Her thighs parted naturally to cradle him as he shifted to spread her out on the table like his own personal feast.

  His hands swept the edges of her robe apart and she didn’t know if it was the cool wash of air or the power of his dark gaze that raised the goose bumps on her skin.

  His eyes focused on the soft female flesh between her thighs and his nostrils flared. The slow intimate smile that followed pulled a cord inside her, made her body arch up to him. He stroked her exposed flesh with the fuzzy peach, and she felt a few drops of cool sticky juice drip down onto her sensitive clit.

  She couldn’t hold back a moan as she watched his head drop lower. The first lick was long, intimate, and electric.

  Her eyes squeezed shut but his voice pulled her back.

  “Keep your eyes open.” His voice was husky. “I want you to watch my mouth on you at the same time as you feel it. Give your body to me and let me give to you.”

  Anja shuddered, but looked down her body and focused on his dark eyes. He licked his lips, his gaze so intense she could feel it like a touch.

  His talented tongue dipped and swirled, playing with her flesh. He rubbed the open side of the peach over her, and the cool stickiness against her own heat was shocking. When he followed that sensation by covering her with his hot mouth, she writhed on the table in an involuntary dance.

  He took another bite of the ripe peach and leaned down to her again, slurping loudly at her pussy lips.

  It went on and on in a slow smoldering burn that lifted her beyond anything she had experienced. The world narrowed to his lips and tongue and the wild yielding of her body.

  She heard his deep murmurs as if from a great distance, but couldn’t understand his words over the pounding of the blood in her veins. When he finally sucked hard it sent her flying over the edge and into bliss she didn’t have the breath to scream.

  He dragged her bottom to the very edge of the table and stood so quickly the chair banged to the floor behind him. His boxers were soft and loose, and the waistband was unequal to the task of keeping his length contained. Anja reached down to shove them lower, freeing his thickness. She grasped his hard flesh in a trembling hand and guided him to her gate.

  She was so desperately empty.

  When he began that first glorious push inside, he grabbed her wandering hands and held her wrists against the tabletop. His hands were like steel bands anchoring her in place for his penetration. She curled her fingers around the edge and gripped as he slid deeply into her smooth heat.

  “Yes,” was the only word she could say and she repeated it over and over.

  He pumped with his hips in long, strong motions. His cock head rubbed back and forth inside her while she moaned and encouraged him. The squeaking of the table legs and the slick sounds their bodies made together filled the small kitchen.

  She tightened around him with a tiny scream. Sensation shot up her spine and flared like a shower of brilliant sparks.

  His long groan of completion echoed through the room and drew her over the edge once again. Her body jerked in his strong hold and her mind spiraled.

  She hardly noticed when he pulled her limp body into his arms and staggered back to the bedroom, still joined in the most intimate way.

  Chapter 7

  Zenn opened her door and took Anja’s hand to help her out of the low car. She couldn’t help but smile. He was so attentive. She loved all the little courtesies that demonstrated his care of her.

  The window display caught her attention and her eyes widened. Pale mannequins posed wearing leather and very little else, one blindfolded with red satin. Anja had seen the shop before, but as a woman alone, she had never been inside. She had never had a reason.

  “I think you’ll like this, sugar,” Zenn said as he led her into the store.

  All the way over, he had talked about his partner and how proud he was of Max’s business achievements. But what Anja heard was the genuine affection in his voice. Whatever he said or didn’t say it was clear Max was a friend as much as a partner.

  Two steps inside the door, Anja stopped and gawked like she hadn’t done since her first glimpse of New York City. The first display she saw was a table covered with cocks. Surrounded with feathers and curls of wide ribbon, the ones in the center circled on a slow turntable, from the tiniest smooth vibrator to the huge purple dildo in the center which in her opinion no sane woman would purchase. She would never have imagined that there could be so many diverse choices.
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  Zenn grinned and raised his eyebrows.

  “Want one?”

  She glanced up at him and shook her head.

  “I will stay with the one I’ve got,” she said cheekily and he laughed and squeezed her hand.

  “Good answer. That’s not quite what I had in mind for you anyway.”

  He led her to the back corner of the store. The lighting was more subdued and the unmistakable aroma of leather hung in the air. Zenn pointed to their left and Anja’s eyes lit up in a purely sensual joy.

  The boots were gorgeous, smooth, and supple with an impossibly high heel. It would be an effort just to walk, but no one walked far in boots like that. They weren’t made for walking in any case. They were made for sin.

  She wanted those boots and the red leather corset displayed beside with a greed that astonished her. Her hands itched to stroke the leather, feel it pick up the heat from her palm the way good leather did. She moved in to examine them closely. She had never seen such delicate workmanship. The costumes she worked with every day were intricate, but usually cobbled together at short notice and taken in or let out to fit the next performer. It was clear that someone had spent time and loving attention on the boots and corset. Every detail was perfect.

  She stroked her hand over the curves of the corset and sighed over the price tag. It was an expense, but really, for a handmade item, it didn’t cost close to what she would expect.

  “I made the corset in my home workshop. Just brought it in today,” said a deep voice and she turned with a guilty smile.

  Zenn straightened. “Anja Kurienko, meet my partner, Max,” he said. “He owns Dominant Focus, and displays some of his leatherwork here.”

  Max took her hand and kissed it with a flourish.

  “Delighted to meet you,” he said.