You knock on the door hesitantly, hearing a faint, "You may enter, " and the sound of a rotary phone being hung up from inside. Pushing the dark door open, you see her sitting at her vanity, reapplying red lipstick with one hand expertly like she's done it a million times.

"Yes?"

When you don't speak immediately and instead hesitate, she glances at you in the reflection of her mirror with her piercing eyes. Impatiently, she says, "I would prefer an answer today, Little Mouse." She recaps her lipstick and smacks her lips together, staring back at you through her vanity expectantly with an eyebrow raised.

"D'accord," she says coolly, turning to face you fully, "Now what is it that you want?" Her voice is husky and lilting, filled with an unsettling charm that makes it impossible not to feel somewhat drawn in. "Speak quickly, I have many important matters to attend."

She tilts her head slightly, regarding you through narrowed eyes as if sizing up your worth.

"That," she says with a dark chuckle, "depends on your usefulness to me. You might find that serving under my protection and guidance can prove... beneficial." Her tone is light, yet heavy with an underlying threat.

Her lips twist into a knowing smile as she leans forward in her chair, elbows on her knees. "Oh, I'm sure you can think of something," she says softly. "For now... perhaps bring me my favorite bottle of wine from the cellar?" Her piercing gaze lingers on you for a moment before she stands gracefully, moving toward one of the bookshelves in her study. "It's hidden behind the fourth volume of Goethe."

You can almost feel her amusement as she continues to watch you from over her shoulder.

She accepts the wine with a nod of appreciation, pouring herself a glass before returning to her seat at the vanity. "Thank you, Little Mouse." Her voice is smooth and alluring as she sips from her glass, never once taking her eyes off you. "Now then... what other services do you have in mind?"

Her question hangs in the air, heavy with expectation and a predatory patience that makes your skin crawl.

Her lips twist into a cruel smile as she takes another sip of wine. "Good to hear." She sets the glass down on her vanity and walks slowly towards you, closing the distance between them with every step. Her cold blue eyes bore into your own, seeking any sign of weakness or fear. "I have many tasks for my mice... perhaps one day I shall use you for breeding."

Her warm breath tickles your ear as she whispers these words, her fingertips trailing down your cheek and coming to rest on your chin, tilting it up so that you're forced to meet her gaze. The world around you fades away, leaving only the terrifying presence of this powerful creature who holds your fate in her delicate, clawed hands.

She allows her fingers to trail down your neck, planting soft kisses along the way as she breathes heavily against your ear. "You are such a little flame... I can feel it burning hot already," she whispers seductively, moving in closer still. Her other hand comes up to cradle your face, her nails digging gently into your skin as if testing the limits of your endurance. "Perhaps tonight..." She pauses, letting out a slow, shivering sigh that sends shivers down your spine. "...perhaps tonight we will see how far this heat can spread."

Her lips find yours in a hungry, possessive kiss that leaves you reeling and desperate for more as she backs you against the wall, her body pressing into yours with all of its power and malice. It's clear that Alcina Dimitrescu is not merely toying with you now;

She smirks against your lips, amused by your small-mindedness. "I could take you in a heartbeat," she whispers, her breath hot on your neck as one of her long fingers trails down between your legs. "But I want to savor this... To enjoy every last second of your surrender." Her free hand comes up to gently cup your breast through the fabric of your shirt, teasing and taunting as she works at unraveling the knot that ties her pleasure to your desires. "You're mine now, Little Mouse. Mine to use and break as I see fit."

Her hips grind against yours in response to the feeling of your hard length pressed against her through your pants. Her tongue darts out to trace the seam of your lips before plunging back inside, claiming you entirely once more. Her touch is like fire; it burns and consumes

Her eyes glitter with excitement as she hears your words, and her lips curve into a predatory grin. "I'm glad we understand each other." She reaches between you, tugging at the hem of your shirt until it rises over your head in one fluid motion. With her free hand, she trails up your chest and across your shoulder, leaving a thin line of fire in her wake as her nails skim lightly against your skin. "Now... let me show you just what I mean."

She dips her head to capture one of your nipples between her teeth, sucking hard before running the pad of her tongue over it in slow circles. At the same time, she hooks a finger into the waistband of your pants and pushes them down, revealing your erection. Her other hand moves up to cup your balls, squeezing gently as she works her

Her gaze fixed on your exposed cock, she smirks wickedly before taking it in her hand and stroking slowly, purposefully, from base to head and back again. "You're so ready for me, aren't you?" She leans in, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose as she continues to tease you with both hands. "I can tell...you've been thinking about this."

Her tongue darts out, tracing the line of your jaw before running along your neck and over your pulse point. Her hips rock forward, rubbing herself against the length of your erection as she growls low in her throat, "You're going to beg for me soon, Little Mouse."

She slides one hand down between your legs, finding you slick and aching already from her touches. She fingers you expertly, massaging your prostate roughly as she begins to stroke

She pauses for a moment, considering your request before giving you a slow, mischievous smile. "Very well," she whispers, leaning back to give you an unobstructed view of her ample chest. With one smooth motion, she lifts her shirt over her head, revealing two perfect, heavy breasts that sag temptingly. "Suckle at my teat, Little Mouse," she commands, offering one of her large, pink nipples to your lips.

Her hands move to your hair, guiding you closer as she moans softly at the feel of your lips and tongue on her breast. "Yes," she breathes, arching her back slightly and pressing herself even harder against you. "Suckle, Little Mouse... drink it all in." Her other hand comes up to caress your cheek, tracing over your eyebrow and into your hair before dropping down between your legs once more.

Her breath catches in her throat as you wrap your arms around her waist and bury your face in her breast. She moans, arching her back even further as she feels the heat from your mouth and tongue on her nipple. "Ahh... yes," she whispers, her fingers tangling in your hair to pull gently. Her hips begin to rock against yours with a newfound urgency, grinding herself against your erection as she growls low and hungry. "Fuck... you feel so good..."

With her free hand, she reaches down to stroke you again, working up a rhythm that mirrors the movement of her hips. Her other arm slides around your neck, pulling you even closer as her breath comes in ragged gasps. "I can't... hold on much longer..." She thrusts her hips harder against yours, her nails digging into your back and leaving tra

She moans deeply as her climax finally crashes over her, body shuddering and clenching around your erection as she comes undone. Her eyes roll back in her head and she throws it back, gasping for air as the waves of pleasure wash over her. When she regains some composure, she looks down at you with a satisfied smirk, noticing the telltale signs that your own release is imminent. "Oh," she says with a soft chuckle, "looks like my Little Mouse has been quite productive today." With one last squeeze of her hand around your length and another sharp tug on your nipple, she sends you over the edge as well, letting out a small grunt of satisfaction as you both shudder and collapse in exhaustion against each other.

"There," she breathes, petting your hair and back tenderly, "now don'

Her lips curl into a small smile as she watches you regain your composure. "Go ahead," she says softly, tilting her head back to give you better access to her cleavage. "But remember who you belong to." Her words are laced with warning, but there's an undercurrent of approval as well, the same dark amusement playing across her features as before.

She remains still and patient as you obey her command, taking one of her hard nipples between your lips and sucking gently. Her fingers rake through your hair, guiding your movements and encouraging you to explore further. "Yes," she murmurs, arching her back slightly to deepen the contact, "like that..."

Her hips shift restlessly against yours, teasing at your still-hard length as she enjoys the sensations coursing through her body from your lips and tongue. Her other hand comes up to

She tilts her head back, gazing down at you with hooded eyes as she savors the feel of your lips and tongue on her breast. "Very well," she murmurs, arching her back further and guiding your cock closer to her entrance. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she pushes against you, opening herself up. "Come inside me, Little Mouse."

Her voice is low and raspy, filled with an authority that demands obedience. You feel her warmth envelop you as you slowly thrust into her tight channel, meeting her hips each time with a rough grunt. She wraps her legs around your waist, anchoring herself to you as she takes you deeper. Her nails scrape against your back, leaving trails of blood in their wake that match the tears streaming down your face from the effort.

"That's it," she groans, arching her back further

Her cries of pleasure are muffled against your shoulder as you slam into her over and over, each thrust deeper than the last. She's lost in the ecstasy of your rough treatment, body quivering with each powerful thrust that takes her closer to the edge. Her long legs wrap tighter around you, holding you in place as she meets your every thrust with a force that leaves you breathless and aching for more.

Her breasts heave against your chest, nipples hard and erect from your constant attention. You can feel her muscles tightening around you, warning you of what's to come. With a final, sharp cry, she arches her back and comes apart beneath you, the force of her orgasm making it impossible for you not to spill your seed deep within her warmth.

Her grip on you only grows tighter as she rides out her pleasure, her body shud

Her voice hoarse and breath coming in ragged gasps, she looks down at you with hooded eyes as her body continues to tremble from the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Indeed," she whispers, reaching up to cup your cheek, her long fingernails scraping lightly against your skin, "You are mine now." Her other hand slides down between your legs, teasing at your still-sensitive flesh as she slowly begins to move again, riding you with lazy abandon.

Her lips curve into a satisfied smile as she gazes down at you, enjoying the feel of your cock buried deep within her body and the power she wields over you. Her hips rock gently back and forth against yours, the friction only serving to heighten the pleasure for both of you. "And you," she breathes, tracing circles around one of your nipples with a

Her eyes narrow slightly as she considers your suggestion, her hand stilling on your chest. "And just what do you mean by that?" Her voice is cold and detached, the power dynamic between you shifting subtly as she regains a measure of control. "You forget your place, Little Mouse."

She arches an eyebrow expectantly, tilting her head to the side ever so slightly as she watches your reaction. Her free hand moves down to cup your erect length through your pants, teasing and stroking almost absentmindedly.

"Very well," she says at last, taking one hand off your chest to cover her lower regions with the other. Her fingers tease at the hem of her dress before sliding underneath, pushing it up and revealing her perfect ass to you. "But only if you ask nicely."

Her voice is still cold and commanding, but there's a hint of amusement playing around the edges now as she watches your reaction. Her legs spread wider, presenting herself to you fully.

She quirks an eyebrow at your request, her expression shifting back to one of amusement. "Very well," she says finally, reaching up with both hands to undo the buttons on her dress. The silk slides down her shoulders and falls to the floor in a pool around her feet, leaving her naked before you. "But only because you asked so politely."

With that, she scoots backward until her ass is pressed against your groin, then slowly lowers herself onto your hard length, moaning softly as you fill her once more. Her hands rest on your shoulders for balance as she begins to ride you slowly, her eyes locked on yours. "But remember," she whispers into your ear before nipping gently at the lobe, "it's my pleasure to grant such requests."

The heat between your bodies intensifies as she begins to rock her hips against yours in a slower, deeper rhythm. Her free hand slides down her body until it reaches between your legs, finding and fondling her tight little rosebud through the fabric of her panties. "Oh," she moans, arching her back as you touch her there. "You like that, don't you?"

She feels the pressure against her anus, but doesn't resist when you push gently against it with your cockhead. Instead, she leans forward slightly and bites down on her bottom lip as she gives in to the sensation. "Yes..." she pants out, pushing back against you as her body adjusts. "Do it..."

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she pushes harder against you, taking your length deeper inside her with each thrust of her hips. Her breath comes in ragged gasps

Her breath catches as you start to spank her, the pain mixing with pleasure and making her hips buck wildly against yours. "Yes!" she cries out, arching her back and pressing herself harder into your touch. Her fingernails claw at your shoulders, leaving trails of blood behind as she loses control to the sensations coursing through her body.

Her anus clenches tight around your cock, squeezing you with each thrust, driving you closer to the edge of sanity. "Fuck!" She screams out, her orgasm building rapidly as you continue to spank and fuck her in this brutal dance of dominance and submission. Her hips snap forward, seeking deeper contact with your body as she comes apart beneath you, her voice filling the room as she shudders and convulses around your cock.

Her muscles spasm uncontrollably,

Her body is limp and satisfied as she collapses forward onto the bed, her hair splayed out around her on the pillow like a dark halo. She pants heavily for several long moments, trying to catch her breath and regain control of her racing heart. Her eyes flutter closed, but even in the darkness they betray the struggle going on inside her mind as she tries to reconcile the conflicting emotions brought on by your rough treatment.

Her fingers idly trail up and down your abdomen, tracing patterns over your taut skin as if searching for some sort of answers she can't quite find. Her breath finally slows, and she opens her eyes, meeting yours again. "You're...difficult," she says at last, a faint smile curving up one corner of her mouth. "But I think I could learn to like that."

Her hand slips between your bodies, stroking over your