Anna's Story The Friend Romance Series Book 1

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Chapter One

Anna clicked save with a deep sense of satisfaction, the Monroe presentation was complete. It had taken her three weeks of constant sixteen hour days, but she knew it was the best work she had done. She peeked over the grey partition that surrounded her cubicle. “It’s finished,” she said blushing deeply when Clay and Martin grinned back. She dropped back behind the cubicle and lowered her eyes, letting her long blonde hair fall forward and hide her face. It covered the deep blue of her eyes and a cute pixie smile that she never realized drove men wild.

Clay popped his head over the partition. He had a mop of unruly brown curls that gave him an almost feminine look and walnut brown eyes that were filled with joy. “Fancy a quick drink to celebrate. Me and Martin are going to The Slaughtered Lamb after work?”

The two guys had a great sense of humor and had become her closest friends since she started working at Graves and Co almost a year ago now, and she was tempted. She kept her eyes on her keyboard, knowing that her ears were burning as color filled her face. She wanted to go so much, had dreamt of having a social life but dare she actually do it this time? She lifted her eyes the room was buzzing with conversation, the shrill ring of the phones and a hundred busy printers, but as she looked into Clay’s eager face it all went quiet. She would say yes, she would go for a drink. Panic ceased her, was this a date? As if he understood her feelings, Clay grabbed hold of Martin and pulled his head over the top. His short dark hair stuck up at odd angles and with a look of surprise on his face he made a comic figure. “It will be fun, won’t it Martin?” Clay said shaking Martin to make him nod. “We’re just a couple of colleagues enjoying a celebratory drink.”

Anna laughed at the expression on Martin’s face and found herself nodding agreement. The boys had asked her out so many times, but she had never had the courage to accept. Now all she had to do was hand the project over to her boss, she should easily be finished by five o’clock. “Wish me luck,” she said as she picked up the folder. She ran her hands down her ankle length skirt, adjusted her high neck blouse that she wore baggy to hide her voluptuous figure and took in a deep breath.

She weaved her way through the office, past dozens of desks just like hers and all the time her heart sank lower and lower. She did a good job, but she hated her boss, who took all the credit and paid her less than she was worth. Daniel Graves ran the company, was good looking in an arrogant and spoiled way and treated his employees like dirt. He had a habit of getting too close and always made her feel like a five year old. She was hoping to avoid her boss and leave her presentation with his PA Tricia. As she approached Tricia’s office, her feet felt like they were dragging through treacle, her throat was dry and her hands were shaking. Why did she put herself through this, surely there was an easier way to make a living?

“Well?” Tricia asked her voice dripped venom.

Anna jerked back to the present and felt her cheek's flame, what was she doing? “I’m sorry. I er well, I.” She stepped forwards and thrust the folder out in front of her.

Tricia raised her perfect eyebrows and leaned backwards, ignoring the document. She was a beautiful girl, confident and with a knockout figure. She wore a tight red top that accentuated her body and a short black mini skirt. Anna secretly admired her, though with her friends she cursed the woman’s bitchiness and attitude.

Anna waved the folder. “It’s the Monroe presentation. Mr. Graves wanted it by six tonight.” Anna’s arm was starting to ache as she held out the folder. Tricia simply stared at it, a look of disdain on her face.

“Mr. Graves would like to see you, come back at a quarter to six and be ready.”

Anna felt the smile slip off her face and she clutched the folder to her chest. Her mouth opened to protest, but Tricia was no longer looking at her. The woman’s ice blue eyes were fixated on her screen and her raven black hair shielded her face.

“I was leaving at five,” Anna said, her voice almost a whisper, she knew Tricia enjoyed this.

Tricia swung her head round with infinite precision and her eyes bored into Anna’s. “I guess you need to change your plans then. Thank you that will be all.”

Chapter Two

Anna knocked on the mahogany door of the boardroom at five forty-five. Her heart rattled in her chest and her throat was dry. She held the presentation before her like a shield and waited.

“Come in.”

She fumbled with the handle and entered the room. Six directors were spaced evenly down each side of the stately table and Mr. Daniel Graves looked like royalty at its head. He laughed as she stood there and the noise did a lap of the table stopping as he stopped.

“Come in. Anna isn’t it?” Mr. Graves said.

She stumbled slightly and almost fell into the room. Color flooded her face as she righted herself and wondered where to go. Graves wore a smirk that caused more heat to hit her cheeks. With her head bowed, she walked into the room.

“Come here sweetie.” Graves pointed at the projector next to his chair and smiled at his colleagues. “Anna has assisted me a little on preparing the Monroe presentation,” Graves said looking around the room at the eager faces of the dark-suited executives.

Anna felt her mouth open. Had he really said that she had helped him? Tricia had dumped the presentation on her in an appalling state and left her to it. She had been able to tell that someone else had started, but the work was terrible and she had trashed it and began again.

He appeared at her side and placed an arm around her pulling her close. She could smell a sharp astringent aftershave and felt his warm clammy skin beneath his shirt. “I thought it would be nice to let her present to you. Now dear I’m sure you can do this.”

His arm curled further round and his fingers brushed her breast. She felt a wave of nausea roll over her and pulled away. She had the urge to run, to race from the room and never let him touch her again. It was bad enough with her spoilt boss always taking the credit for any work but whenever she got near him, he managed to touch her in ways she found disgusting.

 “Are you ready?” Mr. Graves said before strolling back to his seat. He winked at the watching suits and a wave of laughter flowed around the room.

Anna stood there, torn between tears and flight. She had worked so hard on this project and he was mocking her. She had sworn to herself that if he ever touched her again she would leave, but she needed the money, needed the job.

“Today would be nice,” Mr. Graves voice cut through her thoughts.

Anna stood for a moment longer but deep inside her a seedling began to grow. It started out small, an angry red beast that wanted to burst out of her and bitch slap her boss into next week. The anger gave her courage and she raised her head and looked around the room. She sensed that they were with her that they had suffered similar indignations and that given the right push they would rally around her. She shook the feeling away, they were silly these confident men would never feel like her. Taking a deep breath and with a slight tremor to her voice she began the presentation.

Chapter Three

Applause rippled around the room as Anna finished her presentation. She had started shakily but had become confident and articulate and had given her best. She could see from their faces that at least half of them realized that it was her work.

“Excellent Anna, you are really coming on well,” Mr. Graves said. “Perhaps you can come see me tomorrow at nine; we will discuss your ongoing training.”

Anna had felt exhilarated as she gave the presentation, but his words brought her back down to earth with a crash. She wondered what punishment he would have for her.

“You may go now.”

Anna bowed her head and left the room. As she closed the boardroom door a wave of fatigue hit her. She had been doing so many hours and now at least she could go home. She checked her watch it was nine pm the earliest she had left in three weeks. She walked through the empty cubicles. She loved it when everyone had gone home, it was quiet and peaceful and she could concentrate on her work. As she neared her desk, she heard noises. Raucous laughter and grunts and groans were coming from behind her station. She skirted around and came up behind Clay and Martin.

“Oh my god,” Clay almost yelled.

She could hear the sharp sound of… spanking. “What are you two still doing here?” she asked.

Clay spun around his face as bright as a beetroot. Martin turned slower his cheeks glowed at being caught. “We thought you would be a bit longer,” he mumbled. Turning back he grabbed his mouse and tried to click off the video he was watching, but it was too late.

Anna’s jaw dropped as she saw the screen. A tall, muscled man was strapped to a wooden X and he was naked. He had a glorious body, smooth and ripped and his ass was red raw. A woman stepped into view, dressed in a tight black corset that pushed her breasts almost out of its constraints. Thigh high boots and a black leather eye mask completed the look. To Anna she was so powerful almost like a goddess. In her hand, she held a cat of nine tails. She turned and smiled at the camera and then pulled back her arm and let fly with the whip. It seemed to take forever before it struck the firm pink flesh of the man’s buttocks. Anna’s jaw dropped so far it seemed to rattle on her chest. She found herself staring at the rawhide as it flew through the air. It was the most beautiful and graceful thing she had ever seen. She felt her pussy clench as the man grunted and flinched away from the cat’s punishment. My god, I’m wet. She turned away from the screen, her face as red as Clay’s.

“Anna I’m sorry,” Clay stuttered. “We were only…”

“Why would anyone do this?” Anna asked as she tried to run back to her desk.

Martin took her arm gently and stopped her. “I would let you whip me any day of the week.”

“Stop it. I have to go.” She grasped her bag and fled from the room. She got to the lift and frantically pushed the button. As she waited, she could see Clay and Martin arguing. She turned away and pressed the button again. The lift was on the first floor it would take forever to get to twenty-five.

“I’m sorry,” Clay said behind her. “Maybe we can talk?”

Anna looked down at her flat shoes and wished that the ground would open up and swallow her whole, but she was curious. “Why?” she asked before she could stop herself.

“Why do we watch, or why do men want to be spanked?”

“Both.” Her voice was so quiet he was not sure he had heard it.

The lift arrived and pinged as the doors slid open. Clay walked in and waited. “Let’s have that drink and I will explain.”

Anna stared into the lift. It was like another world, a brave world of power and possibilities. She wanted to run, she wanted to fly down twenty-five floors of stairs and keep running until this was all behind her, but part of her was curious and she felt her feet move. Before she knew it she was in the lift and the doors were closing. Little did she know that this would change her life forever.

Chapter Four

Anna stepped out of the womb-like comfort of the cab onto the dark, dismal street. What was she doing here? A shiver rippled down her spine as the car pulled away leaving her all alone with the shadows. She had agreed to meet Clay, to visit a BDSM club and kept telling herself it was just to prove she was not a coward. She wasn’t interested, not even curious, these people were weird, even perverts and she should have nothing to do with them. So why was she finding it hard to control her breathing as her heart pounded against her ribs like a drummer playing bolero? It’s just nerves, she told herself, and this is a dangerous part of town.

“You look fabulous,” Clay said crossing the road towards her.

Anna jumped inside almost falling from the kerb and then looked down and cringed. She had worn her best clothes, a ruffled blouse and a long, black, pencil skirt. She knew she was old fashioned and turned to leave.

“Wait, I mean it,” Clay said. “You are what we call a vanilla and it drives men wild.”

Anna felt heat hit her cheeks. Part of her wanted to run, but she was intrigued. Clay had explained that she was powerful and that many men, even alpha men loved to let go of control and be dominated by a strong woman. “I, d. d… I don’t know maybe I should just go?”

Clay leaned against the wall and flicked back his hair. “And let Daniel -- I’m a big asshole -- Graves bully you for the rest of your career?”

The words hit home, he was right Mr. Graves did bully her and she had been finding it harder and harder to bear. There were nights when she cried at the injustices he dealt out. Apart from which he was a creep that couldn’t keep his hands to himself. “All right, let’s meet this friend of yours.”

With her heart in her mouth, she followed him up to the door. It was discreet, dark wood with a brass name plate bearing just one word. Power.

Clay knocked a panel slid back and dark, mysterious eyes peered out, appraising them. Music throbbed through the gap and her pulse kicked up a beat sending a thrill down her spine that wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

As the panel clicked home the door opened. A wave of heat, music and hot bodies seemed to push her backwards. She stumbled and turned to go. Clay grabbed her arm, with a wink that warmed her stomach and cheeks in equal measure, he steered her into the club.

She felt like Alice tumbling down the rabbit hole into a wonderful new world full of black leather, latex and lace. She had expected something seedy, old men in rain coats peering at tired women who were forced to strut their stuff to put bread on the table. What she saw opened her eyes and almost gave her whiplash as she followed one exotic creature after another. Everyone looked confident in fact they exuded it. A blonde, wearing four inch stilettos and a latex body stocking strutted by followed by three majestic young studs. Another woman walked past in skin tight cream jodhpurs, and an elegant blouse. Anna’s jaw hit her chest at what the woman held in her hand. The leather lead rope was attached to a silver bit inside the mouth of a six foot two hunk; he shook his mane of long black hair and trotted past. Spotting her shock Clay laughed. “That’s pony play. It’s not something I like, but it’s harmless and very popular.”

As they walked further into the club, the crowds closed around them. Anna’s face colored as an executive she recognized from a rival company ran his eyes over her and smiled his appreciation. She turned away ready to flee, but Clay put a steadying hand on her shoulder. “Accept the compliment you deserve it.”

Her mind was a whirl, compliment? Surely the man looked at her and wondered why such a plain Jane was allowed into this hub of exotic creatures.

Understanding her bewilderment Clay chuckled and turned her pointing past a woman with short red hair. Anna gasped, the woman was magnificent. On her four-inch heels, she wore a black leather bustier that pushed her ample chest so high it must need oxygen. She had matching skin tight knickers, and a whip. Clay coughed and pointed past her to a girl who could have been Anna’s sister. She wore the same pencil skirt and a plain blouse buttoned up to her neck. She sat on a chair raised on a podium and around her low practical court shoes three men fawned over her every word. “Vanilla – that is what she is, and that is what you are and men love it. You are a puzzle waiting to be solved, an enigma to be unraveled, a challenge that some men can’t resist.”

Anna’s head was spinning, behind the woman a crowd danced to the throbbing beat of club music. It stirred something inside her, she wanted to dance, she wanted men to look at her the way they looked at that woman but part of her still wanted to run. Her eyes flicked back to the redhead and desire filled her, not desire for the woman but for what she represented. Anna’s hair was that color, but she died it blonde to be less visible. The woman cracked the whip at the feet of the man before her. Anna had the feeling she knew him and the thought horrified her, what would she do if someone saw her here? Obediently he turned away and towards a large wooden X on the wall. As the redhead observed two men strapped him onto the cross. First his hands were clasped with large leather cuffs and then the procedure was repeated with his ankles.

Anna allowed her long blonde hair to fall forward curtaining her from the scene. She peered through the trestles her breath like a ball in her throat.

“That’s Janna,” Clay said pulling Anna back to reality. She felt heat flame her cheeks.

She wanted to say something profound. “I love her hair.” Was all she managed. It was her own natural color, but she was too shy and dyed it a mousey blonde. An idea began to emerge, as she watched the woman reveling in the attention of a crowd that had started to gather.

“She changes her color every night, but that would suit you,” Clay said. “Do you want to watch or should we go meet Jack?”

Anna’s throat was dry as the redhead approached the man spread-eagled on the cross. She tried to speak, but only a squeak escaped as Janna flicked the whip and cracked it close to the man’s leather clad buttocks.

“A few minutes won’t hurt,” Clay said. “That’s a St Andrews cross. Jonathan is the CEO of Bio-Covella he’s a regular.”

“W… What?” Anna knew Bio-Covella it was a huge corporation and now she recognized the man from articles she had read. “What is he doing here?”

Clay laughed. “Janna is going to punish him.” Clay’s face crumpled as he saw the look of horror that crossed Anna’s. “Don’t worry its consensual, watch.”

Chapter Five

Janna dropped the whip and turned her back to the crowd that had started to gather. Next to the cross was a selection of equipment. Janna bent forward giving the people a perfect view of her black, leather-clad buttocks and her long, long legs. A murmur of appreciation rustled around the crowd from both men and women and Janna reached forward just a little further. Her perfect peach sat above long, elegant legs, the black of the leather against the cream of her thighs taunted the crowds. She selected a flat paddle from a rack beside the cross and strutted up to Jonathan.

Anna held her breath. Her heart pounded in her chest and she felt like a baby bird perched on the edge of the nest. She was terrified and exhilarated at the step she was about to take. Janna stretched up on her heels and blew in the man’s ear, before running a scarlet nail down his cheek. He was facing away so Anna could not see his face, but she wanted to and found herself leaning forwards as her body responded to the scene. She was warm, her pulse rapid and her breath was coming in short excited bursts. She felt a flush of moisture between her legs as Janna grabbed the man’s shirt and ripped it from his back. It was flung to one side revealing a smooth back rippled with muscle.

Next she grabbed the waistband of the denims that hugged his ass to perfection. With one swift tug, the jeans came free and were tossed after the shirt. Anna gasped. He was magnificent. His firm buttocks were clad in black leather pants. Janna ran a nail across his shoulders and down his spine before turning to the crowd. They buzzed with expectation. She produced a feather from somewhere and held that in one hand the paddle in the other, weighing the two she watched the crowd’s reaction. The paddle was more popular. She made as if to toss the feather aside but instead she swooped forward and tickled the man’s earlobe while drawing the paddle back and simultaneously spanking his buttocks.

Anna felt a surge of sensation rush down her body and explode in her clit, she gasped as the feeling almost made her come.

“Stop Mistress, please stop,” Jonathan pleaded.

The paddle was raised again and brought down harder onto his buttocks.

With a rush of disgust that she had let this display affect her so profoundly Anna turned away ready to flee from the club and back to her miserable life. With her head, down in shame she sprinted from the scene and collided with a wall of denim-clad muscle. Panic consumed her and she fought like a trapped bird against the strong arms that held her.

“It’s okay little dove.” A calm voice soothed.

She stopped, took a breath and looked up and up into sea blue eyes that held her in their gaze.

“I’m Jack Beaumont, you must be Anna.” He released her arms and held out a hand. Taking the hand she felt safe, this man was good and he would not let her be hurt. She never knew how she knew these things but what she felt about people was usually right. It was a skill her grandmother told her ran in the family.

“Let’s go to my office, I can tell you about the club,” Jack said his smile was open and friendly.

Chapter Six

Anna clutched the brandy laced coffee as if it was a lifeline. She had been taking small sips and gradually began to relax. It had been a surprise that Jack’s office was a businesslike cocoon situated above the club. The room was quiet and subtly lit. His desk faced a large window which looked down onto the floor, it all seemed so normal. There were no naked pictures of women, no handcuffs or vibrators and the room could have been an executive’s office in any business. Jack watched her from an easy chair in an alcove to one side of the desk. She could feel his sea-blue eyes as if they were washing away layers of her personality. She was not sure if they made her uncomfortable or just challenged her, shaking her head she adjusted her position on the smart sofa she shared with Clay and placed her glass on the coffee table between them.

His gaze was sardonic, yet somehow comforting. He ran a hand through sun-kissed brown hair. “I’m going to like you Anna. You will fit in well here.”

What did he mean? She was never coming back to this place, would try and forget this night ever happened. She grabbed the drink, splashing a drop onto her blouse in her haste. Taking a hearty sip she almost chocked as the brandy hit her throat.

Jack took the drink from her hand and offered her water. She sipped it gratefully and took a sponge that appeared in his right hand. She patted at the stain on her blouse, keeping her eyes low to hide the flush that she could feel on her face. What was she doing here? She really should just get up from this sofa and walk out. After a deep breath she looked up, that was what she should do just go now. She started to rise.

“Would you like to look out over the club?” Jack Asked.

“Yes.” Why had she said that? She should go, but something consumed her. Why would men let women spank them, hurt them? Clay had said it was all about surrender, letting go of control, letting go of stress but she still couldn’t understand it. She realized that she was hovering between a sit and stand. She let herself drop back to the sofa. “I find this so hard to understand. Why?”

Jack laughed a deep throaty chuckle that made her want to laugh with him. “Come over here,” he said. He got up and led Anna to the far right of the picture window. She looked out across the club, in the center people grooved to dance music, but where Jack was pointing there was a small area that looked like a western saloon. The women were dressed in fancy gowns the men in jeans, cowboy boots, denim shirts and Stetsons. “Do you know why people would dress in such a way?”

Anna stared at a girl in a beautiful dress as a cowboy escorted her to a table. It seemed so gentile, so romantic and she could understand how someone would want to be treated this way. “I think so,” she said.

“Well, this is all the same. They love the west, the ideas of the time so they create a fantasy world where they reenact those values. Janna loves to dominate men. It is a fantasy the men are only given the discomfort they are comfortable with, but here they can do what they wish and it is safe.”

“How can it be safe, I heard him say stop.”

Jack’s eyes crinkled as he answered. “Stop is a word that is ignored here and in all BDSM. Some people have fantasies of being dominated and that can go quite far. So we have a traffic light system, it saves confusion and means that everyone understands. Let me explain, Red means stop, Amber means ease up a little and Green means go baby go.”

Anna was starting to understand. “But is this illegal, I mean isn’t it a sex club?”

“No Anna, my little Dove sex is most definitely not allowed on the premises. Think of this as foreplay think of it as an intimate meal where you are eating the food but thinking about ripping each other’s clothes off as soon as you get home. You must know that feeling.”

Heat hit her ears and she could believe that steam was coming off her head. She had never been very good with men, too shy and she didn’t want to admit that she was a twenty-four year old virgin. “I understand that, but isn’t it wrong?”

“Why would it be wrong? No one is hurt. No one is forced to do anything, they don’t want. Here they can experiment with things they dream of, without any pressure and with the safety of the club. You are a powerful woman; you just don’t know it yet. Let me show you a video.”

Anna had the urge to go, the last thing she needed was this pervert showing her dirty videos. “No I have to leave, Clay can we go now?”

Clay stood up, his face a mask of disappointment. “I was hoping to catch Janna’s next session, why don’t you stay a while?” Clay flashed a smile at Jack and dived out of the room.

“I have to go,” Anna said as she stood and angled towards the door and the stairs.

“It’s not a dirty video, just a story of a girl very like you and I promise there won’t be any sex, like I said before it’s strictly forbidden. Finish your drink and when you’re done if you want I will escort you to a taxi. Is that fair?”

Anna found herself nodding even though she still wanted to run away from here as fast as she could.

Jack pressed a button and a video screen appeared behind him, he stepped across to sit next to her and using a remote called up a file.

Anna could feel him so close, her heart pounded in her chest at the scent of his aftershave and the warmth of his body. Her mind told her all was fine, that she was safe with this man but still she wanted to believe that this was wrong.

The film started a mousey girl stood looking away from the camera. She turned and Anna had to do a double take it was Janna, with no makeup and wearing a baggy t-shirt and jeans.

Jack's voice came from off-screen, “Why have you come here?”

“I need more confidence in my work. My boss is making my life a misery,” Janna said looking down at her hands.

“Take a seat.”

Janna walked over to the desk and sat down, her head was bowed, and she looked so shy and so out of place.

“Do you think that Bella is shy?”

Janna’s eyes shot up and she looked directly into the camera. “No, of course, not.”

“Do you think Bella would let her boss mistreat her?” Jack asked.

“No, of course, not.” You could see the thoughts whirling around in Janna’s head as she stared into the camera.

“Then why not be like Bella,” Jack asked.

“I couldn’t." The silence stretched as emotions rolled over Janna's face like clouds in a thunderstorm. "Could I?”

“Yes you could, Bella was exactly like you until she realized we’re all the same. We all deserve respect and if we don’t get it then we have to take it. Over the next few weeks, we will work with you and you will become your own version of Bella. You will become the most powerful you possible and you will make your boss realize what an asshole he is.”

The video cut and the next scene was Janna dressed all in leather, her confidence was growing, it cut again and she was more like the Janna that Anna had first seen, with long black hair and thigh high boots she walked around a man who wore nothing but a pair of silk boxers. She slapped his chest leaving a red mark. Anna felt her pussy clench and her breath became shallow. As the video finished Anna wanted to say something but she was not sure what. It was interesting and she had seen how Janna’s confidence was boosted but was this for her?

“Don’t worry,” Jack said. “I’m not saying every woman’s route to confidence is to become a dominatrix.”

“Then what are you saying?”

“That every woman and every man should be confident in who and what they are. Clay tells me you are very good at your job and that you give a mean presentation but that your confidence is holding you back. I think both professionally and personally.”

Anna dropped her head, he was right of course, it had been ages since she had even been on a date, but he didn’t have the right to point that out and as for her career, she was paid less that the males who did a worse job than her, but she was damned if she would admit it to him. “I don’t think so.”

Jack got up and poured two brandies and handed her one. “Anna, please don’t take what I’m saying the wrong way. You and I are special. We know what people need, we know when they are hurting and we can feel what will make them better.”

She was shaking her head but inside she wondered how he knew that, for it was true.

Chapter Seven

Anna sat in her small kitchen and sipped at her third glass of wine. She was feeling a little woozy as she rarely ever drank and then never more than one. Jack had called her and asked if she had thought anymore about their meeting? She had admitted that she had and agreed to meet up with him. He was supposed to arrive at eight, but she had been researching BDSM since she got home and had downed two glasses of wine for courage.

In truth, Anna had been able to think of nothing else. The thought of Janna as she dominated Jonathan still made her wet. She had done a little research and was surprised that BDSM was so prevalent and that it was considered quite normal. She had even used Janna’s example in her work and had been able to stand up to Tricia for the first time since she joined the company. All she had to do was imagine that she was Janna when Tricia started on her, and somehow the other woman realized she was no longer a pushover. She wanted to learn more.

A knock on the door made her jump, and she almost spilled the wine. As she opened it the sight of Jack kicked her pulse up a grade. She invited him in noting the faded denims and a white shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders, muscular arms and sun-kissed hair he was a good looking man who would turn heads wherever he went why was he bothering with her?

“Sorry, if I’m late,” he said and sat down at the table.

As he watched her from across the table, it came to her. His mission in life was to help people, he had the ability to see through to their souls and that's what he did. He saw her in pain and he had to help. The really good thing was she was like him, how many times had she helped people? How many times had a brief meeting left Anna knowing the person needed help and she knew exactly how to give it? Anna poured him a wine and took another sip letting the knowledge that she had been denying for so long filter into her brain. She had so many questions but was drowning in his eyes. They were so blue and seemed to pull her in and roll over her with a sensation of lust. What was happening to her? She saw a few people in leather and lace, and her hormones had gone crazy.

“You are not crazy,” Jack said in a calm voice that washed over her like a sea breeze. “You are coming into yourself and I can help.”

They talked for hours, drinking wine and discussing everything from the club to politics. Anna found herself falling for this guy, but her old lack of confidence told her she was stupid. It was as if he heard her.

“You are a magnificent woman, and I find you very attractive.” He reached across and moved a lock of hair away from her eyes. The touch was like electric between them, like magnetism it pulled them together. Their lips met across the table and Anna knew it was right. His mouth was soft and demanding yet at the same time it asked permission. He was opening her mouth and her eyes with the possibilities available to her. She responded deepening the kiss, letting her tongue flick out and taste the salty goodness that was this man.

Jack stood and pulled her to him. Their bodies melded together as if they were meant for each other and she felt the rock hardness that was his cock against her stomach. For a second doubt clouded her mind. Sensing this, he pulled back and lifted her chin. “We can stop my little dove if that is what you wish,” he said his voice husky with desire.

No, she did not want to stop. She wanted to feel him deep inside her. Taking his hand, she led him to the small bedroom. He kicked the door closed behind them and took her in his arms, lifting her and placing her gently upon the white lacy bedspread.

His hands moved hair from her forehead and he traced a finger across her cheek and over her top lip. The digit entered her mouth and pulled downwards in a sensual move it slipped across her bottom lip and traced lower. It carried a slickness with it as it ran down her chin and throat and to her chest. Slowly he undid the tiny buttons on her blouse. He gasped as he pulled the material aside and saw her body. Her ample breasts were encased in a plain black bra. He slipped a finger in the strap and traced around the top of each breast.

Anna was breathing heavily as she felt his finger run across her breast. She lifted her body towards him, craving the touch. Sitting up, she pulled off her blouse and reached round and undid the clasp letting the bra fall away. Jack’s eyes devoured her; they ran down over her breasts and were followed by his lips. He ran his tongue across each nipple sucking and teasing till it stood proud and erect.

While he sucked and teased her breasts, his hands worked down to her jeans. He undid the button and slipped a hand inside. Anna wanted to be naked. She pushed him away and stood in front of him. Then her shyness was back and the urge to run away or to cover herself surfaced. She pulled her hands across her breasts and lowered her head.

“No little dove do not be afraid,” he whispered to her.

He was right she had nothing to be afraid of. She was strong, sexy and in control she was Janna. She raised her head, flicked back her hair and looked him in the eyes. Holding contact with those ocean depths, she kicked off her jeans and walked towards him. Without breaking eye contact, she unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hands across his chest. It felt so good to be in charge, to be in control. She reached up and kissed him. The kiss deepened his tongue searched around her mouth probing and licking. She eased back creating some distance between them and put a finger between their lips. While she held eye contact, she ran her hands down his chest and undid his jeans. She slid her fingers inside, and cupped his cock in her hand through his underwear. He was hard and his hot cock pulsed in her hands. While she stared him in the eyes, she slipped her hand inside and ran it down the full length of his impressive dick. She reached further down and took his balls in her hand, massaging and squeezing gently. “I want you now,” she whispered against his ear.

Jack needed no further instruction. He kicked off his jeans and picked her up and put her back onto the bed. His hands explored her breasts and slipped down across the mound of her stomach into the curly hair of her pubes. His fingers found her clitoris and smoothed across it causing her to gasp with desire. His fingers found her wet and slipped easily inside probing and gliding making sure she was ready for him. He pushed two fingers into her making her gasp with need. Then he rubbed them across her clit and back inside she could feel desire building and ground her teeth together she did not want to come just yet. “Fuck me,” she screamed.

Jack eased himself on top of her and gently placed his dick at the entrance of her cunt. She wanted him to thrust it in so deep it made her teeth rattle, but instead he pushed a little opening her and then pulled away. Again and again he slid his cock across her clit and then parted her slippery goodness only to pull back. “Please,” she begged.

At last he pushed into her and gasped at the fabulous slickness that was her. Slowly they swayed together as he thrust and she gasped and groaned rising with him and wanting more and more. She could feel the building of heat and sensation and knew that every nerve was ready to explode. She wanted that release so much, but wanted to delay the moment as long as she could, she bit back hard and gasped but the sensations were flooding through her. “I’m coming,” she screamed into his neck as a wave of glorious spasms tingled through her all the way from her hair down to her toes.

Jack felt her tense and arch towards him. Her face screwed into a rictus of ecstasy and he let himself go. His orgasm hits him like an express train. Shaking and cramping his body in a glorious explosion of bliss. He held her to him as the last spasms of pleasure rocked their bodies.

They lay in each other’s arms, exhausted, spent but feeling deliriously happy. Jack smoothed a lock of hair from her eyes and said, “You know you are meant for more. You could help so many people if you would just acknowledge your skills.”

She took in a deep breath, she knew now that he was right. Her place was to help people. She would make it her mission to see people in pain and see that they got what they needed to make their lives complete. Tomorrow she would start with herself because she now knew what she needed, and it was not what she thought she wanted.

Chapter Eight

Anna walked out of the salon wearing a skin tight red t-shirt and black leather mini skirt. She twisted at a wolf whistle and gave the man a confident smile. It was just a couple of blocks back to the office and this should be fun. She had changed, she was in control and she strode down the street with a swing in her hips and a glint in her eye. She arrived at the office and for the first time in months, she felt optimistic rather than a deep sense of dread.

She checked her appearance in the glass doors as she walked into the reception. Her short red hair was spiked to perfection. The stylist had been able to make her look both confident and feminine and said she had a pixie smile that must drive men wild. Anna smiled at herself and pushed the button for the lift. She had just two minutes before her meeting with Mr. Daniel Graves her boss.

She stepped out of the lift and onto the top floor. Her heels clicked on the wooden floor as she passed various offices. Usually her heart would be in her mouth but today she was calm and almost anticipated what lay ahead.

She knocked on Tricia’s door and cat-walked in without waiting for a response. The secretary turned to give her an earful, but the words never left her lips as her jaw bounced onto her chest.

“Do you want to announce me?” Anna said and strolled straight to the door.

Tricia scrambled for the phone as Anna’s hand reached for the door knob. Anna knocked and walked in. Her boss was sat across from her. Annoyance flashed across his face followed by a lecherous look as his eyes flicked from Anna’s ample bosom across her waist and down her long legs.

“Well, A… A… Anna is that you?” he asked.

“Yes Daniel.” She took a seat crossing her long legs and watched with amusement the way his eyes strained from their sockets. Normally she would be uncomfortable in his presence. Would want to flee from the room and hide behind her desk letting her heart rate return to normal and her skin stop crawling, today however she was in control. She leaned forward and chuckled to herself as Daniel licked his lips and almost leapt from his chair. He appeared next to her, sweat on his forehead and a greasy smile on his lips. A hand stroked her arm and the fingers curled down towards her breast. Normally Anna would have felt sick at the treatment but today she was in charge. She stood and turned to face him. She pushed towards him and he scooted back away from her. Jack had encouraged her to listen to her gut and she knew this man was no threat. He liked to bully but was a coward at heart. Daniel tried to get back behind his desk, but she cut him off, a predatory smile on her face she backed him against the wall. A thrill of power ran through her as she realized that she was making him as uncomfortable as he had always made her. She reached out a hand and squeezed his shoulder, watching him quake at the touch. Somehow she knew that he got pleasure from intimidating but was afraid of real contact.

“Do you like that Daniel?” she asked.

He pulled away brushing his jacket as if her touch was contamination. “I think you should call me Mr. Graves.” He rushed behind his desk, and sat down pushing his chair under to cut off her access.

Anna strolled over to him, working her hips and giving it her all. She knew she looked good and felt so full of power. Now she understood why the club was named Power – this feeling she had was euphoric. She sat on the corner of his desk, facing him and slowly crossed her legs. He looked down, before reaching for the phone. Anna took it from him and replaced it in the receiver.

“I’m calling Human Resources this is harassment,” he spluttered.

“Harassment.” Anna chuckled. “Is that what you call it when you put your fingers on my breast?” She reached across and ran her fingers over his shoulder letting them flick down as he had done so many times.

“Well, t… th… That is different. I’m the boss.” His face was crimson as he tried to justify his behavior, but she could see that he was starting to understand just what he had been doing.

Anna picked up the phone and offered it to him. “Should we call Human Resources? See what they have to say.”

He stared at the phone his mouth opening and closing like a grouper fish. “Maybe we can settle this privately.”

Anna knew she had what she wanted. He would modify his behavior for a while, but she would keep an eye on him and if he started to abuse his position again she would be back. “All right,” she said. “You make sure that you keep your hands to yourself and we can forget this.” She uncrossed her legs and stood, turning from him she sauntered to the door. Tossing a glance over her shoulder she said, “By the way I’m handing in my notice and will be leaving today, but if you abuse any more women, I will be back.”

Anna walked onto the floor where her old desk was. The buzzing that always accompanied that place slowly subsided and a number of heads popped over screens to get a glance at her transformation. Anna ignored the lot of them and just kept walking. She felt amazing and did not care about the stares, did not care whether they were for her or against she now knew who she was. At her desk, she grabbed her bag and walked past Clay and Martin with a high-five to both of them she headed to the lift.

As the elevator sank down and down, she felt her hopes grow. She had taken the job of managing Power and she knew she would be amazing. Jack had schooled her in many ways but mostly he had given her the confidence to believe in her gift and to know that she could help people, could make life better and that was what she was going to do.

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