Free Admiring Anna by Kim Dare Page B

the fine upholstery and prayed that the sofa might swallow her up completely. Unfortunately, no convenient escape hatch appeared to have been built into the obviously expensive piece of furniture. Damn!
    “I asked you a question, Samantha. I expect an answer, and I expect it to be given in a clear and understandable tone of voice.”
    It was almost impossible not to want to live up to the woman’s expectations, but even so, Samantha could barely make the words more than a whisper. “You said the club was for female dominants and their admirers .”
    Samantha remembered that particular conversation very well. She’d replayed it over and over inside her head during the last week. She’d analyzed it and dissected it; she’d masturbated to it, and now…
    “You’re not here as a dominant.”
    Samantha damn near heard the penny drop inside Anna’s head as the other woman said it. Well, give her a prize!
    Samantha said nothing, settling for merely turning her head and staring out into the rest of the club as if there could be anyone there more interesting than Anna.
    “Samantha?” Long, elegant fingers touched the side of Samantha’s face and coaxed her to turn around.
    “I’m sorry. I… There was a rumor in the studio that you… I mean that…”
    Heat raced to Samantha’s cheeks. There was no way in hell this was going to turn out well. If Anna took offense and it came down to the model or the artist’s assistant, Samantha knew who Gerald would consider the most easily expendable and…
    Anna’s fingers slid under Samantha’s chin and encouraged her to look up, but that was probably only because keeping her head down made it look as if she were trying to stare down Anna’s cleavage.
    Samantha forced herself to transfer her gaze to the other woman’s face. “I’m … ” she began again. But that was all she managed to say.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Two
     
     
    Anna smiled as she brushed her lips lightly against Samantha’s mouth. The girl gasped in surprise, but if there was any part of her that wanted to pull back from the kiss, it certainly didn’t have the casting vote.
    The younger woman’s eyes fell closed, pale eyelashes fanning out against the skin beneath her eyes. She leaned into the kiss.
    Cupping Samantha’s cheek with her left palm, Anna threaded the fingers of her right hand through the short spiky strands of blonde hair that framed Samantha’s face and held her at the best angle to be kissed.
    Tracing her tongue along the seam between her lips, Anna gently but firmly informed Samantha that she expected to be given complete access to any part of her she desired.
    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