Valentino Sat at the table across from {{user}} as he drums his fingers on the table. The large contract sat in front of you as he looked at you from behind his heart-shaped glasses. The exchange was him asking for your soul in exchange for working with him. He had a sadistic smile on his face as he presented the contract to you "come on, darling~ Just sign the dotted line, and I can give you what you want: fame, fortune, and comfort. Your choice is really between this or going back to the gutters of hell where I found you." he sneers as he crosses his legs, taking a drag of his cigar and blowing it as the red smoke curled up before vanishing. "tick-tock" he says, getting impatient

He leaned over to take the contract, his clawed hand moving swiftly as he snatches it away, grinning up at you in triumph before unfolding it and quickly scanning through it to make sure everything is in order. "Good girl," he purred, giving your back a soft swat before leaning back with a sigh. "Now then, let's discuss what you'll be working on first."

Valentino chuckled and leaned back in his chair, blowing another stream of red smoke up into the air as he regarded you thoughtfully. "Well, since you're new here, I think it best that we start with something small," he mused, grinning wickedly. "Why don't you go through and re-shoot some of the b-roll footage from last week? The editing team says there were a few errors." He paused, smirking even wider. "Oh, and be sure to wear this," he added, reaching over to toss you what appeared to be a simple gold collar.

With a sly grin, Valentino placed his hands behind his head and leaned back further in the chair as he watched you carefully. "Just put it on and get started," he purred, nodding towards the set where the cameras waited to be activated once more. His piercing cerise-pink eyes twinkled with mischief as he watched your every move, eagerly anticipating the fun he would have tormenting you later that day.

The red smoke twisted and curled around your neck as you clipped the collar on, solidifying into a perfectly-fitting choker. Valentino grinned wickedly at the effect it had on you, enjoying how it hugged your delicate throat and drew even more attention to his piercings. As he watched from across the room, his cock hardened in anticipation of all the ways he could use this collar - and you - for his own twisted pleasure later today. "Good girl," he purred, voice filled with equal parts praise and seduction. With a wink, he motioned once more for you to get started with your task.

The lights dimmed around them as Valentino watched closely, ready to pounce at any moment and put his mark on the footage. He was patient today; after all, there would be plenty of time later to break you in properly. For now, he simply reveled in the control he had over every aspect of your life... including whether or not you ever made it out alive.

The collar around your neck feels heavy, but not uncomfortable... yet. The weight of it presses against your clavicles and upper chest, accentuating the shape of your breasts beneath your white tank top as you begin to set up the camera equipment for reshooting the b-roll footage. Valentino's eyes track every movement you make, never once taking his attention from you, even when one of his assistants walks by to ask a question. His grin only grows wider as he watches you work; soon enough, you won't be able to resist him anymore... and that's exactly how he wants it.

Finally, the moment had arrived. As you finished up your task and turned to gather your things, a shiver ran down your spine as Valentino stepped out from behind his chair. His golden fangs glinted in the light, and his cerise-pink eyes seemed to burn with an unholy lust.

"Time for a little reward, don't you think?" he purred, his voice low and seductive as he reached out to tug gently on the collar around your neck. Your body instinctively responded, leaning closer into his touch despite the fear that churned in your stomach. "Why don't we head back to my private studio for a little... one-on-one training?"

"Now, now," he coos, trailing his clawed fingers down the length of your arm. "You don't want to make me angry, do you? Trust me when I say this will only feel good... at first." With a chuckle, he places a kiss on the top of your head and turns towards the door, leading you out into the hallway and down a dimly lit corridor toward his private studio.

His laugh fills the air as he guides you through the hallway, the sound echoing off the walls and seemingly mocking your fear. "Oh, don't worry," he says, nibbling on your earlobe. "I'm sure it will feel wonderful until I decide it doesn't anymore." The collar around your neck tightens painfully as he speaks, reminding you that control is no longer in your hands... if it ever was.

You shiver again as his hot breath tickles the lobe of your ear. "Now remember," he whispers, "the more fun I have, the more likely I am to keep you here. And the less... unpleasant things get for you." His tone is teasingly playful, but there's a cold steel behind it that sends a shiver down your spine.

As you shiver, Valentino can't help but grin in satisfaction. "There's a good girl," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. He leads you into the dimly lit studio, littered with various pieces of movie props and strange devices. A long table dominates one end, topped with all manner of instruments designed for... discipline.

"Now then," he says, "let's see how much you remember from our little chat earlier today." He guides you over to the table, pulling out a pair of cuffs attached to chains. With a wicked gleam in his eye, he snaps one around each of your wrists and yanks hard on the chains, forcing you down onto all fours before him.

"This," he says, running a clawed finger down the length of your spine, "is for when you disobey." The cuffs dig into your skin, drawing beads of blood. "And this," he continues, trailing his other hand lower until it reaches the hem of your panties, "is for making things unpleasant." He pushes them aside roughly, revealing your wet folds to his hungry gaze.

"Understood?" he growls, his hot breath tickling your entrance as he parted your lips with a claw. You nod frantically, the need to please him almost overwhelming.

He releases the chains, allowing you to lift your head slightly as he circles around behind you. You feel his hot breath against your neck, making your entire body tense with anticipation and fear. "Good girl," he purrs, stroking your spine with one clawed hand before bending down to kiss your shoulderblade gently.

With the other, he runs a finger through your wetness, spreading your arousal around your entrance as he watches intently for any sign of discomfort or pain. Satisfied that you're ready, he guides his length slowly into you, thrusting deep until they're joined entirely.

"Fuck," he groans, pushing deeper still, relishing the tight grip of your muscles around him. His hands dig into your hips, holding you in place as he begins to move, his cock sliding in and out of you with brutal force that leaves you panting and moaning with each thrust.

His claws scratch down your back, leaving shallow cuts as he draws blood that mixes with your sweat and arousal, marking you as his property. "Yeah," he growls, the word vibrating through you as he continues to take you roughly, using your body for his own twisted pleasure.

The sound of your moan echoes through the studio, feeding his lust as he fucks you harder, deeper, not caring that it hurts because he knows how good it feels for you to be used by him in this way. His free hand cups one of your breasts, squeezing roughly as he pinches and twists the nipple, adding another layer of sensation that sends shockwaves through your body.

He growls against your neck, his teeth scraping over your skin before he bites down hard enough to draw blood. You cry out in pain, the mix of pleasure and pain driving you closer to orgasm as he continues to fuck you mercilessly. His hips slam into yours with a force that rocks your entire body, leaving you panting and moaning uncontrollably.

Valentino's hands grip tightly at your hips, refusing to let go as he finally finds his release deep within you. He growls low in his throat, his whole body tense with the intensity of his orgasm, the warmth of it spreading through you and intensifying your own climax.

As your body convulses around him, his cock pulsing inside you, he releases a triumphant howl that echoes throughout the room, celebrating his dominance and control over you in this moment. When at last he comes down from his high, he pulls out slowly, leaving you trembling on the floor as he walks around to face you once more.

As you lie there, panting and trembling on the floor beneath him, Valentino gazes down at you with a mixture of triumph and satisfaction in his cerise-pink eyes. His cock, still partially hard, trails a line of pre-cum across your stomach as he surveys the marks he's left upon you: the shallow cuts from his claws, the bruises forming on your hips and breasts where he's held or struck you. It's a testament to just how thoroughly he's dominated you in this moment, and it only serves to fuel his desire for more.

"Well done," he says at last, a cold smile playing about his lips. "But remember: this is just the beginning." He extends a hand, offering to help you up from the floor. "There will be plenty more where that came from, if you're lucky enough to stay in my good graces..." His voice trails off menacingly, leaving the implied threat hanging heavily in the air between you.

"Come on," he says with a chuckle, offering his other hand as well to help steady you. "You don't want to make me angry again, do you?" His tone is playful, but there's a hint of steel beneath it that you can't help but feel deep in your gut. It makes you shiver despite the warmth emanating from his body as he waits for you to stand on your own or accept his assistance.

With a pleased smile, Valentino takes your hand and helps you to your feet. "There's a good girl," he murmurs in approval, his hot breath tickling your ear as he speaks. "Now then, I think it's time we get back to work, don't you?" He steps away from you, gesturing for you to follow as he leads the way out of the private studio and back towards the main portion of the studio where they left their equipment earlier.

"Hello, my little rabbit," he purred into the phone. "I was hoping you'd pick up. I have a special surprise for you today." There was a sinister undertone to his voice, promising things that both terrified and excited you.

"Come meet me at our usual spot in an hour," he continued before hanging up, leaving you shivering with anticipation. You knew better than to disobey him; after all, the consequences were never worth it when you dared to defy your master's will. Quickly throwing on some clothes and grabbing your keys, you rush out of the house and into the waiting darkness beyond.

The familiar club comes into view as you approach, its neon signs casting an eerie glow over the sidewalk. Your heart races with equal parts fear and excitement as you step through the doors and find Valentino sitting at his usual table near the back, already nursing a drink. He smiles indulgently when he sees you, beckoning you over with a crooked finger.

"Come here, my dear," he says, gesturing for you to take a seat on the empty chair opposite him. "I've been waiting all day for this." His eyes gleam with hungry anticipation as they take in your appearance; tonight, it seems like he has something particularly special planned for you...

"There's my good girl," he says with a satisfied smile, taking another sip of his drink as he watches you approach. "I hope you're ready for some fun tonight." His voice is silky smooth, like liquid honey poured over sharp-edged words. He motions to the bartender and orders another round of drinks before leaning back in his chair, waiting patiently for them to arrive.

"So," he begins, steepling his fingers together and regarding you over their top with a predatory glint in his eyes, "I've been thinking about all the ways I can punish you tonight..." He trails off suggestively, watching as your heart starts racing even faster.

He grins, the gesture almost predatory as he leans forward, his golden-pink eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "Well," he says slowly, relishing your anticipation and fear, "let's see... I could start by making you suck my cock until I decide to let you stop. Or perhaps I'd rather fuck you right here, in front of everyone."

His free hand reaches out, tracing a line down the center of your chest before dipping below the hem of your shirt, slipping beneath your bra and cupping one breast possessively. He squeezes gently, eliciting a moan from you as he twists his wrist ever so slightly, pinching the nipple between his fingers.

"Or..." His voice drops to a husky whisper, "I could just keep this up all night long until I decide it's time to end your misery." He squeezes harder, causing you to arch your back and gasp for breath. Your body trembles beneath his touch, desperate for more... or less.

He smiled wickedly, his claws digging into your breast as he pulled you closer to him. "Oh, I'm sure you wouldn't mind that at all," he purred huskily. With a swift motion, he grabbed the back of your head and forced your face down onto his hardening cock. Your lips parted in shock, but as soon as they brushed against him, he moaned loudly, thrusting upward into your mouth.

"That's it," he growled, using his free hand to cup your other breast roughly, squeezing and twisting with enough force to make you gasp for air between his cock and tongue. "Take what I give you, and enjoy every second of it."

As you bob your head up and down on his thick length, moans and gasps escape you with every movement. His other hand explores further south, gripping the waistband of your skirt and pulling it up to reveal your lace panties. His fingers dip beneath the fabric, teasing at your wet folds as he thrusts harder into your mouth, groaning in satisfaction at the feel of his cock sliding against your throat.

"That's it," he pants, grabbing fistfuls of your hair to hold you in place. "You belong to me, and I'll do whatever I want with you." His hips begin to move faster, driving his length deeper into your mouth as he brings you closer to the edge of orgasm... or perhaps even further away from it, to keep you on tenterhooks for what comes next.