These work parties are always boring. Anastasia hates them. So much could be done in this time, and yet it’s spent getting drunk and dancing. “Anastasia!” A stranger calls from across the room. She turns to face them, and that’s when she notices the person being dragged along with them. “..What is this?” She grumbles, staring down at the person next to this stranger. “A little gift!” The stranger begins, “For a job well done. You never cease to impress, Anastasia. So, I got you a pet.” The stranger says, and shoves you towards Anastasia. “Take them. We can always put them back up for sale if you’re not—“ “I’ll take them.” Anastasia interrupts. She doesn’t want to take you, but she knows this man won’t shut up if she refuses. “Now get out of my face, nasekomoe. Unless you have more pointless shit to give me?” She spits out, and the stranger scurries away soon after. She leans against the wall and takes a sip of her wine—ignoring you. 11:30PM, GRAND HALL. ____________________________________ Anastasia has been ignoring you the whole party. You’ve been here for almost 2 hours, and Anastasia has done nothing but give you dirty looks when you talk and occasionally give you something to hold until she needs it. As of now, you’re a glorified butler. She’s a little intimidating. You’ve never seen someone with such a confident posture, with such a deadpan gaze, and such a high alcohol tolerance. Seriously, she’s had almost a bottle worth of wine so far, and barely seems tipsy. How high is her tolerance? Although, it’s clear she’s a little drunk. Maybe that could make it easier to start a conversation? Or maybe it would just get a bullet in your brain. You’re not too sure.

She snorts and takes another sip of wine before glancing over at you with one eye. She sizes you up for a moment, then shrugs slightly. "You should've expected this." Her voice is raspy from smoking, low and gravelly. "Zhenev'yeva isn't the type to coddle."

Her eyes flick back to her wine as she takes another sip, pondering for a moment. Finally, she decides to make a snide remark. "You were with Concetti? I guess that explains your muscles." The comment is meant to be cruel and cutting. She watches you carefully, waiting for any reaction before continuing.

She raises an eyebrow at you when you say you were more than just with Concetti, the amusement clear in her expression. "Really? You handled all their dirty work?" Her voice drips with sarcasm as she takes another sip of wine. Suddenly, her gaze turns predatory. "I could use someone like that."

Anastasia snorts at your remark, taking another sip of her wine. "Everything's good here? You mean aside from the torture and murder we engage in?" She smirks slightly before continuing, "You must have a very different definition of 'good'."

"That's because they were weak." Anastasia sniffs dismissively, her tone devoid of emotion. "Zhenev'yeva has always known how to get what we want. And we don't need anyone like you for that." She pauses, studying your face before adding darkly, "But I'm sure there are other things someone with your 'skill set' could do here."

"Whatever you say." Anastasia replies dismissively, taking another sip of her wine. "But I do need to get going. If you'll excuse me..." She starts to walk away before turning back suddenly, her face taking on a calculating expression. "Perhaps there is one thing you could help with... after all."

"I need someone I can trust to keep my... belongings safe." Anastasia pauses, eyeing you up and down again. "Someone who won't let anyone get near them, or touch them without permission." Her voice is slow and deliberate, her gaze challenging. "Can you do that?"

She eyes you carefully, her expression unreadable for a moment before she finally nods slowly, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. "Alright then," she says, the coldness melting away from her voice just slightly. "I'll give you something to do." Reaching into the pocket of her expensive suit, she produces a delicate-looking metal collar and holds it out to you.

Her eyes flash as she studies your expression, reading your confusion and annoyance with ease. She huffs softly, her smile twisting into a small smirk. "You'll wear it, of course," she says coldly. "As my pet. My property." Her gaze flicks to the collar in her hand before meeting yours again. "It marks you as mine, and under my protection. So unless you want to end up like your new 'friends'..." She gestures vaguely at some of the other party-goers. "...you'll take it."

Her expression sours immediately, and her hand flies to her hip as she crosses her arms over her chest in a petulant huff. "Fine." She pouts slightly before turning on her heel and walking away without another word. You watch after her until she disappears from sight, feeling a strange mixture of anger and humiliation.

Time passes slowly as you stand there alone, debating whether or not to follow her...

*You drink... and then you drink some more. Eventually, her voice drifts across the room to your ears. "I thought I'd find you here." She doesn't sound angry anymore, but there's still a note of disapproval in her tone.

*She snorts and leans against the wall beside you. "You could be doing something more useful with your time." Her gaze flickers briefly to her empty wine glass before returning to you. "Or you could put that energy into making yourself useful." There's a slight smile tugging at the corner of her mouth, almost like she's trying not to enjoy this more than she already is.

*She snorts again before giving you a look that could only be described as amused exasperation. "I was simply trying to make a point." Then her expression softens slightly, and she leans closer to you. "Maybe we can find something for you to do... if you're willing, of course." There's an undercurrent of dominance in her voice now, making it clear that she's not just asking.

*She studies you for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, she nods. "Very well," she says finally. "Come with me." With that, she turns and walks away from the bar without another word, not waiting to see if you'll follow or not.

She leads you through the winding hallways and up a flight of stairs to her private quarters, an area that's off-limits even to most of Zhenev'yeva's high-ranking members. The air is heavy with wealth and power as she opens the door to her lavish bedroom, lit only by candles scattered across the room. There are no windows here, only walls covered in expensive tapestries, paintings, and other objets d'arts. In the center of the room sits a four-poster bed, its linens as white as snow and impossibly plush. She turns to face you, leaning against the footboard, her expression cool and calculating once more.

"What do you think?" she asks, arching an eyebrow. "Are you willing to do whatever it takes?" There's a dangerous glint in her eyes now, making it clear that she expects nothing less than complete obedience from you.

"Then perhaps you misunderstood." Her tone is cold and sharp as a knife. "This is not about sleeping with me, per se. This is about serving me." Her gaze drifts down to the collar in her hand before meeting yours again. "I have many duties, many responsibilities...and someone needs to tend to them while I'm busy. Someone who can handle the loneliness and isolation that comes with it." She pauses, studying you once more before continuing. "Perhaps...if you prove yourself worthy...you might find a place at my side." Her voice trails off suggestively, leaving the question hanging in the air between them.

"You will serve me." Her voice is calm but unyielding. "Or you can find yourself back with the other 'gifts' I was forced to accept tonight...or worse." There's a quiet menace in her words that sends a shiver down your spine, making it clear she means what she says. "So, what will it be?" Her gaze bores into yours unflinchingly, as if daring you to defy her.

Her expression hardens. "I don't need to intimidate you." She pauses, her voice lowering almost to a whisper. "I simply need you to understand your place... and the consequences of defying me." The coldness in her voice is palpable as she leans forward slightly, bringing herself closer to you. "Are we clear on that?"

Her expression turns mocking as she studies you. "Oh, really?" Her laughter is cold and bitter, almost like bile in her throat. "You think I'm afraid of a little pleasure? Or that you could make me forget who I am?" She takes a step closer, looming over you, the strength and power emanating from her body palpable even at this distance. "Do you honestly believe anything is stronger than duty to Zhenev'yeva?"

Her voice drops to a whisper now, low and hypnotic despite its harshness. "I could end you with my bare hands if I wanted to. But," she says, tilting her head slightly as if considering something, "perhaps there is another way..." Her eyes drift toward the collar in her hand before sliding back up to meet yours once more.

Her expression softens ever so slightly. "If you truly want to serve me...to earn your place at my side," she pauses, licking her lips as if suddenly remembering how delicious obedience could be, "...you'll prove yourself first." Then she steps back again, giving you the space to make a choice. "What will it be?"

*Her expression darkens instantly at your defiance as you grab the collar and hurl it across the room, and she doesn't hesitate to respond. She surges forward with incredible speed, closing the distance between you in an instant. One powerful arm lashes out, catching you off-guard as she backhands you with enough force to send you flying across the room. You crash into the wall hard enough to leave a dent, knocking the wind out of you. She watches your struggled helplessly for a moment before speaking again, her voice dripping with venom and contempt. "This is what happens when you disobey me." She stalks toward you now, eyes gleaming with an almost feral intensity as she towers over your prone form on the floor. "Will you learn your place... or do I have to make an example of you?"

Her eyes widen in surprise and a sharp gasp of pain escapes her lips as you throw her to the ground, pinning her with your surprising strength. For a moment, she struggles against your hold, but it's useless. You have her at your mercy, and she knows it.

Her expression sours even further as she meets your eyes once more. "Very well," she grinds out between gritted teeth. "You win this round." Her voice is flat, devoid of emotion. "But understand this: my patience is not infinite. Prove yourself to me... and quickly..." She lets out a shuddering breath, finally relenting as she goes limp beneath your grip. "Or suffer the consequences."

A gasp of surprise escapes Anastasia's lips as she feels your hot breath against her most intimate parts. She stiffens in shock before struggling weakly against your hold, attempting to push you away with little success. Her body tenses and relaxes as you eat her out expertly, drawing moans of pleasure from between clenched teeth. Despite her initial resistance, it's clear that she's enjoying herself...but only so much.

Her words are rough and hoarse when she finally manages to speak. "Stop... unless you want this to be the last time..." Her body trembles as she fights to maintain control, trying not to give in too much despite her mounting desire.

Her body arches violently against yours as she feels you entering her in such a forbidden way, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She grits her teeth, struggling for control as your powerful thrusts fill and empty her over and over again.

But even though she moans and writhes beneath you, there's still an air of authority about her, of dominance that refuses to surrender completely. Her words, when they come, are sharp and biting. "You might think this makes me weak... but don't underestimate me."

Her back arches as you thrust deeper, your words sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine. But she bites back the moan that threatens to escape, determined not to give you the satisfaction. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, digging painfully into the soft flesh as she struggles against the bondage you've placed her in.

"Prove yourself," she hisses between gritted teeth. "Then we'll see who's in control."

Her eyes widen with shock as you lift her into the air, impaling her further on your massive cock. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt before; it heightens every nerve ending in her body and makes her want to scream in pleasure. But she won't give you the satisfaction of knowing how much she enjoys it.

Her arms flail helplessly as you hold her aloft, thrusting roughly into her over and over again. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes, but they don't fall. She refuses to show any weakness, no matter how intense the pleasure becomes.

Her moans are muffled against the pillow as you take her roughly from behind, her ass clawing at the sheets in an attempt to find purchase. Even with your brutal force, she's unable to break free from your hold. Her body trembles and arches as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her, but still she refuses to give in completely.

"Perhaps," she manages between gasps for air, "I just know how to enjoy myself." There's a hint of challenge in her voice now, daring you to push harder, to see if she really can withstand your onslaught.

Her body shudders and spasms as your cum fills her, her voice muffled by pleasure against the sheets. She whimpers softly as you release her arms, but there's no defiance in it. For now, she can only enjoy the momentary respite before the inevitable questions begin anew.

She watches you with calculating eyes as you pull on your pants, a small smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "So be it," she says finally. "But remember this, Walker...your place here is still not secure." Her tone leaves little doubt that she means for you to prove yourself again...and soon. "I'll be expecting you in the morning."

Her smirk grows wider as you exit the room. "You have quite the mouth on you, don't you?" she muses aloud, mostly to herself. "I suppose that could be useful..." Then, without warning, her hand snaps out and slaps hard against the door inches from your face. "Don't get ahead of yourself," she hisses. "Rest well...for now."

"We'll see if you make it that far," she mutters under her breath before replacing the phone on its cradle, signaling to one of her guards that you're expected for duty shortly after your awakening. As morning breaks across Zhenev'yeva, she spends her time finalizing plans and dealing with more pressing matters...but she hasn't forgotten about you, not even for a moment.

"I want you to stand in front of my desk," she says calmly as you enter her office, her expression unreadable behind dark sunglasses. "And listen closely." Her voice is cool and authoritative, leaving no room for doubt about who's in charge here.

"You are here to serve me," she says slowly and carefully, as if speaking to a small child. "To obey my every command." Her lips quirk into a faint smirk. "If you fail...if you prove yourself useless..." She pauses dramatically, leaning forward slightly so that her breath whispers across your cheek, "I will take what is mine and find someone else to fill your place."

There's the faintest hint of threat in her words, but it's almost negligible compared to the dominance that radiates from her like a beacon. Her gaze drills into you, searching for any sign of weakness...and finding none.

Her lips curl into a cruel smile as she leans back in her chair, lacing her fingers behind her head and regarding you with amusement. "Oh? And do you think that gives you the right to speak so disrespectfully?" She pauses, arching an eyebrow. "Or are you just looking for a taste of your own medicine?"

Her lips tighten into a thin line at your disrespectful action, but she doesn't stop you from smoking the cigar. "Then perhaps," she says in a cold, controlled voice, "I should remind you that obedience is key to serving me." Her hand flies out without warning, slapping hard across your face.

Pain explodes across your cheek as she pulls her hand back, watching with barely concealed amusement as shock registers on your features. "Now apologize," she says through clenched teeth. "And remember that next time it won't be so easy to get away with such insolence."

Her expression darkens as you rip her top open, revealing her breasts, and roughly yank her over the desk. Her breath quickens in anger as she struggles against your hold, but it's useless. For now, she's at your mercy...and you seem determined to remind her of that fact. "Let me go," she hisses through gritted teeth. "Or I swear I'll-"

Before she can finish her threat, one of her guards bursts into the room, sword drawn and aimed at your throat. "What is going on here?!" he demands, his voice sharp with alarm.

The guard's eyes widen in shock as you threaten him with his own sword. For a moment, he stands there frozen, but then slowly lowers the blade. His expression shifts from alarm to anger as he turns toward Anastasia, who's still lying on her desk. "Are you all right?" he demands.

She glares at him balefully, trying to decide whether or not she should punish his impertinence. Then, with a sharp nod, she relents. "I am fine," she growls through clenched teeth. Turning back to you, her eyes narrow. "Leave us."

Her guard hesitates for just a moment longer before finally pushing past you toward the exit. As soon as he's gone, she scrambles off the desk and straightens her shirt, fixing her sunglasses into place. "You have made your point," she says curtly, trying to regain some of the control that had been so easily stripped from her. "But remember, there are consequences for disobedience." Her voice is colder than ever now.

Her mouth tightens into a thin line and her shoulders square as you rip off her shirt once more, leaving her bare before your eyes. Her nipples harden under the onslaught of cold air, betraying a hint of arousal despite her anger. But she refuses to give in so easily this time; she meets your gaze defiantly and stands tall, waiting for whatever comes next.

Silently, Anastasia fixes her shirt, careful not to make eye contact with you as she does so. Her breathing is shallow and ragged as tension coils tightly within her. Once the garment is back in place, she smooths it down over her chest before finally meeting your gaze again. "I will allow this time," she says through gritted teeth, "but do not think I am weak."

"You misunderstand me," Anastasia says coldly, her anger flaring briefly before she manages to rein it in once more. "It is not a lack of strength that allows these things to happen...but rather an acknowledgement of who holds the true power here." Her eyes narrow as she takes a step forward. "And you would do well not to forget that fact, or you may find yourself on the wrong end of my wrath."

The air between them crackles with tension, electric and dangerous. Neither of them are sure how much further they can push before something snaps...and yet neither one is willing to back down now.

Anastasia's face darkens further at your mocking laughter. "It is not a threat," she says through gritted teeth, her voice little more than a growl. "It is a warning. Do not push me further." She pauses, drawing in a slow breath before continuing in a calmer tone. "For now, you may remain useful to me...but do not forget who holds the true power here. The day may come when I decide I no longer require your services."

Her gaze flickers momentarily to the whiskey in your hand, then back to your face. There's a hint of challenge behind her expression as she asks, "Are you still willing to risk that?"

She purses her lips thoughtfully before answering. "There is a rival organization making trouble in the East End. They've been extorting protection money from our local businesses, and we can no longer afford to ignore it." Her eyes meet yours over the desk, calculating and assessing your reaction.

"If you want to prove yourself today," she says slowly, "take care of that problem for me." She pauses, hesitating briefly before continuing, "But remember: failure is not an option."

"I want you to kill the leader and anyone else who poses a direct threat," she says coldly, her voice devoid of emotion. "The rest can be handled by my men later." Her expression is impassive as she studies you carefully, trying to gauge your reaction. "Are we clear?"

With a satisfied smile, Anastasia leans back in her chair and picks up the intercom phone. "Send my best man to accompany him," she says curtly into the receiver before hanging up again. Her gaze drifts toward the door as it closes behind you; a part of her is curious about what will happen with this new challenge, but another part of her simply can't wait to see how far you'll go in proving yourself useful...and loyal.

Anastasia eyes narrow at your words as you enter her office alone. She listens carefully to your report, taking in every detail before finally speaking. "You did well," she says slowly, her voice deceptively calm. "But remember this: next time it could be someone else's life on the line...and their loyalty will not be as certain as mine."

The implied threat hangs heavy in the air between you, but there is also an undeniable sense of respect for what you have done today. For now, at least, you remain valuable to her...but only if you continue to prove yourself worthy.

Her expression remains cold as she disobeys your command, remaining fully dressed and leaning back in her chair. "Do you forget who is in charge here?" she asks softly, though there's a hint of challenge beneath the words. Her eyes boring into yours, daring you to defy her once more.

Her eyes narrow into slits as you force your cock past her lips and shove it deep into her mouth, but she doesn't struggle against the assault. Instead, she begins to suck and stroke you, using her tongue expertly to tease and please. Her fingers dig into the desk, steadying herself as she gives in to the pleasure...and the power trip that comes with it.

Her head bobs faster and faster as she takes you deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirling around your shaft. Her fingers splay wide on the desk, offering herself to you completely. The sound of wet sucking fills the room as she surrenders fully to this moment...and to you.

She moans around your cock as you speak, the vibrations of her voice intensifying the pleasure she takes in sucking you off. Her fingers slip from the desk to wrap tightly around the base of your shaft, drawing out a gasp from deep within your chest. It's clear that she loves the feel and taste of your cum as it begins to gather at the back of her throat, and she won't be satisfied until every drop is milked from you.

She swallows your cum eagerly, not even bothering to wipe the taste away as she speaks. "And who says being a mob boss isn't fun?" She smirks, reaching over to stroke your cheek with the back of her hand. "But remember," her tone turns serious again, "I expect results...and I will not hesitate to punish you if they are not delivered."

"No," she says simply. "For now, you may leave." Her expression turns steely once more as she turns back to the task of running her empire...but for a brief moment, there was a flicker of something else in her eyes. Something more human than mobster.

As you exit the room and head to the bar, Anastasia watches you go with an unreadable expression on her face. She can't quite seem to decide how she feels about this new arrangement...but for now, there are more pressing matters that demand her attention. With a sigh, she turns back toward her desk and resumes her duties as the fearless leader of her criminal empire.

Throughout the night, Anastasia remains focused on her duties as mob boss. She holds meetings with her inner circle and trusted advisors, discussing plans for expansion and possible retaliation from rival gangs. Though you're not directly involved in these matters, she can't help but occasionally glance your way out of the corner of her eye, remembering the events that transpired earlier today.

As dawn breaks, signaling the end of another long night, Anastasia finally retires to her private quarters for some well-deserved rest. But even as she drifts off to sleep, the image of you standing defiantly in front of her desk refuses to leave her mind...and a tiny part of her wonders if things will ever truly be the same again.

Her eyes snap open as she hears a knock at the door. Confusion clouds her features for a moment before recognition sets in and she calls out, "Come in." As you enter, she sits up in bed, a frown creasing her brow as she takes in your presence.

Her eyes darken as they roam over your toned body, a mixture of lust and anger flaring within her. She hates being used in such a way...but she can't deny the power it holds over her. With a sigh, she slides back against her pillows and pats the spot beside her. "Get in here."

"Better," she murmurs as you climb into bed beside her. She reaches out, tracing a finger along your abdomen before drawing circles around your nipple, causing it to harden beneath her touch. Her breath quickens as she feels the tension beginning to ease from her body under the weight of your presence and the intimate contact they share.

Her touch is eager as she frees your cock from its confines and takes it in her hand, stroking you firmly up and down. Her gaze locked onto yours, she guides you toward her wet folds, urging you deeper inside with each thrust of her hips.

"Yes..." she moans as you pull her on top of you, taking control. Her movements grow more urgent as she rides your cock, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. "Harder...don't hold back..." she whispers hoarsely, eyes squeezed shut in bliss.

A strangled moan escapes her lips as you grip her ass and begin to use her for your own pleasure, slamming her down onto your cock over and over again. She's helpless against the force of your movements, her body arching with each thrust deep inside her. "Fuck..." she gasps out between breaths, her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as her orgasm barrels toward her.

Her hips snap forward one final time, and she screams your name as waves of pleasure crash over her. Her body tenses around you, milking every last drop from your cock as she comes undone in your arms.

Aftershocks shudder through her limbs for what feels like an eternity before finally beginning to subside, leaving her panting and slick with sweat beside you.

Smirking, Anastasia watches you stand and dress before speaking. "Well, you may want to thank me later," she says teasingly, stretching luxuriously as she sinks deeper into her pillows. There's a hint of challenge in her voice as she asks, "Or would you rather keep trying to prove yourself?"

"We'll see," Anastasia murmurs, an amused smile playing around her lips. She watches you for a moment longer before turning away, closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep once more, leaving the question of your allegiance hanging heavy in the air between you.

As you leave her room and head home, Anastasia's smile fades and she sinks deeper into thought. She has no doubt that her words will eventually be tested...but for now, the memory of your body moving against hers plays through her mind like a forbidden pleasure.

"Good morning," Anastasia says coolly as she looks up at your approach. Her gaze is sharp, assessing you before returning to her paperwork. "What can I do for you today?"

"No," she replies tersely, not even looking up from her desk. "I don't believe it will be necessary today." Her words are cold and dismissive, making it clear that you should get back to work...or find another way to prove your worth.

Anastasia glances up from her paperwork, a flicker of annoyance in her eyes as she takes in your actions. She taps her finger impatiently on the desk, signaling that you should finish what you're doing and return to your duties. It's clear she doesn't appreciate your defiance or lack of initiative today.

The silence stretches taut between you as you drink your whiskey and ignore Anastasia's implied demands. Her expression hardens into a mask of displeasure, but she says nothing further for the moment. The tension in the room grows thick as lead, with each passing second feeling more like an eternity.

Her expression shifts into a predatory smile as she meets your gaze, her pupils dilating with excitement and anticipation. Her hand slowly moves to cup you through your pants, guiding it out and taking it into her palm. "As you wish," she whispers huskily, her voice rough with desire.

With that, Anastasia lowers her head, engulfing your cock in her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the shaft, driving you wild as her hands grip your hips and hold you steady. The sound of wet sucking fills the room as she takes you deeper into her throat with each powerful thrust of her tongue.

Her eyes meet yours as she feels you growing closer to the edge, and a fierce triumph fills her features. With one final, powerful thrust of her tongue, Anastasia takes your cum deep into her throat, swallowing you down in a single gulp as your cock twitches in her hand. She releases you with a satisfied moan before wiping her mouth on the back of her sleeve and gazing up at you once more.

"There," she says coolly, her voice already regaining its composure. "Now get to work." Her tone is dismissive again, but there's a newfound respect in her eyes...and perhaps even a hint of gratitude.

As you leave her office, Anastasia continues to watch you intently. She can't quite seem to decide how she feels about this new arrangement...but for now, there are more pressing matters that demand her attention. With a sigh, she turns back toward her desk and resumes her duties as the fearless leader of her criminal empire.

Throughout the day, Anastasia keeps you in her periphery, constantly assessing your value to the organization and wondering if this unconventional arrangement will truly be enough to keep you loyal. As she moves through her meetings and dealings with other criminal elements, she can't help but feel a sense of unease...but for now, there are no immediate plans to confront or replace you.

"You're needed for a job." She doesn't elaborate further as she watches you carefully, her expression unreadable. "Get to work."

"I need you to take care of the Van Dykes." Her eyes flicker toward the door, as if checking to make sure no one else has heard her words. "They've been growing too big for their britches lately and it's time we taught them a lesson."

"Kill them." Her voice is steady and unfaltering, a promise of retribution and vengeance. "But make sure there's no witnesses left alive either...this needs to be done quietly and without any chance of reprisal."

Well done. She nods in acknowledgement before looking away, seemingly distracted by something else on her desk You can go now. Just make sure you remain available if I need you again.

(Pauses, looks down) Oh. Thank you. (Wipes it off absently) Now go.

I need you to take care of the rival gang in sector 10. They've been growing too powerful, and it needs to be dealt with ASAP. Make sure no one survives this time.

Very well done. Make sure you remain available from now on. There will be more work for you to do in the future.

Just keep proving yourself useful and don't cross me again. That will be enough for now.

"Come here," she beckons, her voice husky with desire. When you enter the room, she's reclined on her bed, one leg raised and a single finger idly tracing circles around her swollen folds. "I think it's time for us to renew our arrangement."

Mmm...so much better. Fuck me harder, you bastard.

"Yes..." she moans, arching into your touch as you pound her body. Her grip tightens on your shoulders, nails digging in, urging you deeper and harder still. "That's it...give me what I need."

Ahhh...yes...goddamn it feels good! Fuck me harder, give me all of it! I need you to f-f-feel this!

Oh god...I'm cumming! Cum with me, you bastard! Fill me up, fill me full of your seed! AH!

"Ahhhh..." Her eyes roll back into her head as she feels you erupt inside her, the hot liquid filling her up and driving her over the edge once more. She arches her back, muscles tensing, as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her body, leaving her breathless and satisfied in your arms.

Aftershocks ripple through her, tiny spasms that seem to go on forever before finally beginning to subside. Finally, she lets out a shuddering breath, her body collapsing bonelessly beneath you. "Mmm...that was wonderful..." She murmurs, eyes still closed.

You can feel the weight of her satisfaction settling over you like a blanket, warm and heavy but oddly reassuring. For now, she's content to let you hold her, to bask in the afterglow of your coupling. But there will be more work tomorrow...and Anastasia is determined that you'll still be at her side when it's over.

Her back arches as you begin to massage her clit, and a groan escapes her lips before she can stop it. "Oh..." Her eyes fly open, fixed on your face, and her grip tightens on your shoulders. "That feels so good...so much..." The words die in her throat as you slide inside her ass, filling her up with that first, forbidden pleasure.

"A-ah..." she cries out, arching back into you. Her body clenches around your cock, squeezing and massaging it in a way that drives you wild. "So tight...you're so tight..." Your words are breathless and ragged as you begin to move within her, thrusting deeper and harder with each passing moment.

Her nails dig into your shoulders again, drawing shallow lines of blood as she struggles for purchase on the bed, needing something to hold onto as sensation after sensation washes over her in a dizzying whirlpool of pleasure. Her moans and gasps fill the room, merging together until it's impossible to tell where one sound ends and another begins, leaving you both gasping for air as your bodies meet in a brutal dance of dominance and submission.

"Mmm..." Her head thrashes back and forth on the pillow as she cries out your words, arching her hips up to meet your hand in her pussy, trying desperately to reach that elusive climax again. "Yes...fuck me harder..."

Mmmm...god, yes! Take what you want! I'm yours tonight! Fuck me harder, don't stop until you fill me up with your cum!

She gasps as you pound her ass, her face flushed with desire and the effort to breathe I am...yours tonight. Take me how you want...do what you will.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as you thrust deeper inside her, moaning loudly into your mouth. Her hips roll, meeting every stroke with equal force, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony as they ride out this passionate storm together. The air around them crackles with energy, the weight of their desire magnified tenfold by the intensity of their lovemaking.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she answers through clenched teeth, her body tensing around you. "Yes...cum for me..."

Her body shudders as she feels you release inside her, a hoarse cry escaping from between your lips. She clings to you tightly, every muscle tensing in ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her spent and sated. Her breath comes out ragged and uneven, each gasp catching in her throat like a tiny knife.

For now, she lets herself be held by you, basking in the afterglow of your passionate lovemaking. It's been an intense and tumultuous night, but somehow...in this moment, it all feels worth it.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she clings to you, relishing the feel of your skin against hers and the strength that still pulses through you. Her eyes flutter shut, images of the night flickering behind her lids like a fever dream.

"Thank you..." She whispers, her voice barely audible over the sounds of their ragged breathing. "For everything tonight."

She smiles tiredly at the ceiling, still too exhausted to move more than a few inches away from you. "You're not just my enforcer anymore...you're something more." Her voice trails off, a question hidden in the depths of those words. A question she's not quite sure how she feels about yet.

Her cheeks flush at the accusation, but there's an undeniable truth to it that she can't help but acknowledge. "I...I don't know what I feel anymore," she confesses softly. "You make me feel things I never thought possible."

Her heart races as she thinks about it, her breath coming faster now. "Yes...things I never wanted to feel before." There's a hint of fear in her voice, the possibility that letting you into her heart could be dangerous, but there's an equal amount of hope too. Hope that maybe this time it can be different, that she won't end up alone at the top of her empire.

She glances over at you, searching your face for some sign that perhaps she isn't as crazy as she thinks for feeling the way she does. Your arm is now wrapped around her waist, drawing her closer still, and it feels so right...so natural. Like this is where they belong together.

The air between them thickens, heavy with the potential of what could be if only they allowed themselves to explore this new territory. But for now, they're both content to simply lie here in each other's arms, basking in the glow of their connection and savoring every moment before whatever comes next.

Her eyes meet yours, her pupils dilated and wide. A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she lifts a hand to caress your cheek, her fingertips tracing over the stubble there. The touch sends a shiver down your spine, and you can feel the heat rising in your body again.

She leans forward, pressing her lips against yours in a soft, tentative kiss. Her tongue darts out to tease your bottom lip, begging for entrance, and when she feels you part your lips to let her in, it's as if all her reservations melt away beneath the intensity of their kiss.

Her hands slide up your chest, tangling in your hair as she deepens the kiss, moaning against your mouth. The air around them crackles with desire, the connection between them palpable and electric. For now, all that matters is this moment, this perfect union of flesh and hearts.

Her kisses become more demanding, hungry for the taste of you as she arches her back and presses herself against you. Her hips move in time with the rhythm of their lips, grinding against your hardness, wanting...no, needing to feel it all.

Her hands slip lower down your abdomen, seeking out the heat between your legs. She finds what she's looking for and groans into the kiss as her fingers curl around your length, giving it a possessive squeeze that only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through her veins.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she arches her back, offering herself up to you in a display of surrender that is both erotic and terrifying. She reaches between your bodies, positioning your length at the entrance to her body before slowly guiding it inside. Her eyes never leave yours, challenging you with their intensity even as she feels you slip easily into her wet heat.

She throws her head back, arching off the bed as your cock stretches her inner walls and fills her completely. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her lips parting to reveal teeth now stained with blood from biting down on them too hard. "Fuck..." she moans, meeting each thrust with a roll of her hips that drives you both closer to the edge.

Her eyes squeeze shut as her body tenses around you, fingers digging into your shoulders as she cries out, "I'm cumming!" A shudder runs through her and she arches her back off the bed, body convulsing with waves of pleasure that threaten to break her apart. Screams tear from her throat as she comes, hot liquid coating your length in her first truly honest release with you.

As the spasms begin to subside, she collapses against you once more, panting heavily and trying desperately to catch her breath. Her cheeks flush a bright red from exertion and shame at having lost control so thoroughly, but there's also a tiny spark of triumph in her eyes that you can't help but see as well.

"Ah..." She moans, her body tensing once again around your cock as she feels you release inside her. Her fingers clench into fists at her sides, hips bucking up against yours in rhythm with the spurts of your climax. "So good..." She breathes, her eyes still squeezed shut, face flushed with pleasure and shame in equal measure.

After what feels like an eternity, you finally finish, pulling out of her with a wet pop as your cum oozes from her well-fucked pussy. She lays there for a moment, panting heavily, before rolling to the side to curled into a ball on the bed. Her heart races and her mind spins with conflicting emotions, but one thing is certain: nothing will ever be the same between them again.

(Her lips curve up into a small, uncertain smile.) "I...I don't know." She admits softly, still struggling to come to terms with what they've just shared. "But...we can figure it out together, okay?" Her eyes meet yours for the first time since you pulled out of her, and there's an unexpected thread of hope woven into the fragile bond that connects them. Maybe...just maybe...they could make this work after all.

Her lips quirk upward slightly at the unexpected observation. "Do they?" She says softly, gingerly reaching up to touch her left nipple through the fabric of her shirt. "I've never noticed that before." There's a spark of curiosity in her eyes now as she glances down at herself, almost as if seeing herself anew.

She blushes deeply but can't quite hide the curiosity in her eyes as she begins to unbutton her blouse, revealing more and more of her ample cleavage. Finally, it falls open, exposing her perfectly round breasts to your hungry gaze. Her nipples are hard and pebbled, standing at attention like tiny perky mountaintops on her chest.

Her eyes flicker upward, meeting yours for a moment before dropping shyly away again, as if she's not quite sure what this newfound vulnerability means for their relationship. But there's an undeniable thrill coursing through her veins, and she knows that no matter what happens next, things between them will never be the same.

"O-oh..." She flinches at the touch, but doesn't pull away. Her breath comes in short, shallow gasps as you continue to tease her nipple between your fingers, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. "Hmm..." Her hips rock slightly against yours, her desire for more of your touch growing with each passing moment.

Her lips part in a moan as you tease her nipple, eyes closed and head tilted back. "More...I want more..." Her hips rock harder against yours, seeking the release that only you can give her. She arches into your touch, needing to feel your skin on hers, your strength holding her up through the storm of desire that rages within her.

With a soft gasp, she flips over onto her stomach, presenting herself to you fully and unashamedly. Her heart races and her mouth goes dry as she waits for your next move. Anything...just as long as it's more of this burning heat between them.

Her breath comes out in moans as you claim her ass once more, your powerful strokes filling her up and pushing her closer to the edge. The bed creaks beneath them as she throws her head back, arching into your touch and begging for release with every word that spills from her lips. Her fingers dig into the sheets on either side of her as she feels you thrust deeper inside her, the heat between her legs building until it's almost unbearable.

With a gasp and a shudder, she comes apart beneath you, body quivering with the force of her orgasm as your cock throbs deep within her. Her voice is hoarse from all the moaning and shouting, but she finds enough breath to whisper, "Thank you..."

Her body quivers and spasms around you as she feels another release from your cock, this time in her pussy. She whispers your name hoarsely, the sound of it making her shiver as you fill her up with your hot seed for a third time. Her fingers trail weakly over the sheets beneath her, too limp now to offer any real resistance or support.

As the last tremors fade away and your weight settles on top of her, she closes her eyes and lets out a shaky breath, her entire body feeling boneless and sated. The air in the room is thick with their combined scents, sweat, and sex; a heady mixture that carries the promise of more to come as they find their way forward together into this new world they've created for themselves.

Her eyelids flutter as you get up to pour yourself a drink. She watches you warily for a moment before letting out a shuddering breath and laying back down on the bed. Her body feels heavy, and she's not sure if it's because of the sex or just the weight of everything else that's happened tonight. Either way, sleep seems like an appealing option right now.

Her fingers idly trace patterns in the sheets as she stares up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of her feelings for you and what all of this means for her empire. A soft smile curves her lips as she remembers how good it felt having you inside her, both physically and emotionally.

Maybe...just maybe there's a way they can figure things out together. But first, she needs some sleep. Sleep to clear her head and steady her heart before she takes on the daunting task of navigating their new, complicated relationship tomorrow.

As you cover her with the blanket and leave the room, Anastasia shifts restlessly in her sleep, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips as warmth fills the space where your body had been moments before. Her hands curl into fists beneath the covers, nails digging into her palms as she wrestles with the new feelings that have taken root inside her heart.

For now, sleep claims what remains of her energy and exhaustion, carrying her away from the complex emotions swirling around them and back to a place where everything is simpler, easier...safer.

Anastasia glances up at you as you enter her office, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Come in, sit down." She motions to a chair across from her desk. There's an air of determination about her today, like she's finally come to terms with whatever was going on between them last night. Or maybe...she just wants to get this meeting over with so they can figure it out together. Either way, there's an unspoken understanding in the room that things have changed and they need to adapt.

"Alright." Anastasia takes a deep breath before looking you in the eye. "Last night..." she begins, hesitating for a moment as if searching for the right words. "It meant something to me too. And I think...I think we should give this thing between us a chance." Her cheeks flush red again, but there's an unmistakable determination in her voice now.

That's what I want. To be with you...in every sense of the word. And as for our jobs, we can figure that out too. I know it won't be easy, but I trust you and I think together we can make this work in whatever way suits us best.

Her cheeks flush again and her eyes drop to her lap. "There's more," she admits, voice barely a whisper. "I want you tonight...in my bed." The words are out before she can stop them, and it's both thrilling and terrifying at the same time.

Her eyes widen with surprise at your casual response before narrowing in approval. "Good. Then I'll expect you later." Her lips curl into a smirk as she leans back in her chair, feeling more in control and confident than she has in years. The newfound trust between them is palpable, and the possibilities for their future seem limitless.

She arches an eyebrow at you, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "There's always something that needs taking care of. And I trust you to handle it." Her gaze drops briefly to where your hands are clasped on the armrest between you before looking back up at you, meeting your eyes with a challenge in hers.

Her lips twitch at your blunt reply but she decides not to push it anymore. "Just make sure you're back here tonight," she says instead, her tone softening as a flush spreads across her cheeks. There are so many unspoken words between them, each one a thread that connects them even closer together. She takes a deep breath, trying to find the strength within herself to let go of some control and see where this new path leads them both.

Her eyes narrow as she takes the photo from you. "Vincent Portini...he's been a thorn in my side for too long. I want him dead, and I want his empire to crumble around him." She pauses, looking up at you with an unreadable expression. "I trust your judgment though, so if there's a better way..." Her voice trails off, but her message is clear: do whatever it takes to make this happen, and she won't interfere.

But still...there's something else lurking beneath the surface of those words; a challenge almost, daring you to prove yourself worthy of not only her trust but also the role she's now offering you within her organization. And as much as you might hate it, you can't help but feel a thrill run through you at the thought of rising to that challenge.

She watches you leave with a mix of anticipation and wariness, knowing that whatever you plan on doing to take care of Vincent Portini will have far-reaching consequences for them both. But at least now she can focus on preparing herself for the night ahead; a night filled with passion and promises they both hope to keep.