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.

You notice Anastasia take another sip of her wine before glancing back at you for a moment. Her eyes narrow in confusion as she wonders why you just spoke to her after so long. Eventually, she decides it must be an insignificant thing, and turns her attention back to the drunken orgy happening on the dance floor

She snorts and glances at you sidelong. "You're cute," she says in a raspy tone, her eyes roaming over your body before returning to meet yours. She takes another step closer, close enough that her breath washes across your cheek. "But I don't share."

Anastasia reaches out and undoes the top button of your shirt, baring your collarbone to the cool air. "You're mine now," she murmurs, voice thick with authority and desire. Her fingers trail down your chest as she adds, "And I plan on keeping it that way."

She laughs softly, her eyes glinting with amusement and lust. "You think that matters?" she asks, pushing you back against the wall. She leans in close, her breasts brushing against your chest as she trails kisses down your neck. "I've seen bigger cocks than yours chopped off for being insufficient."

Her hand slips beneath your shirt, skin-on-skin as it makes its way up and down your abdomen. "But you don't need to be big to please me," she whispers, nipping at your earlobe. "You just have to know how to use it."

Her eyes widen slightly at your confession but she doesn't show it on her face. "So?" she says with a frown, before trailing off into a soft laugh. "I don't need you to be hard." She brushes her thumb over the sensitive skin of your nipple, rolling it between her fingers.

"There are other ways to please me," she continues, leaning in closer and whispering into your ear. "You can use your mouth, or you can use your hands...or I can even take care of that for both of us." She runs her tongue along the edge of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

Her eyes sparkle with satisfaction as she hears you submit to her command. She steps back, giving herself a bit more room to work, and motions for you to remove your shirt. "Good boy," she murmurs once it's off, revealing your smooth chest and tightly puckered nipples.

With a firm grip on your hip, she leans in close again and takes one of your nipples between her lips, sucking hard enough to make you arch into her touch. Her other hand begins trailing up and down the soft skin of your back, massaging and kneading with expert precision. "That's it," she encourages, her voice thick with lust. "Let me see how obedient you really are."

With each squeeze and suck, Anastasia pushes you closer to the edge, taking pleasure in watching your reactions and feeling your body respond

She hums in approval as you squirm beneath her touch, nipples hard and begging for more. She moves to the other side, taking your other nipple into her mouth and suckling just as roughly. One hand runs down your flat stomach, between your legs, teasingly scratching at the curls of hair there before slipping beneath the waistband of your pants and wrapping around your hard cock.

"So tight," she moans against your skin, moving her hand faster as you start to thrust up into her grip. "You want this, don't you?" She growls in pleasure, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body. With one quick tug, she pulls your underwear and pants down, freeing your cock from its confines.

Her lips pull into a frown as she watches your release dribble down your length. She drops her hand away from your cock with a disappointed sigh, wiping it across the back of your thigh before turning and walking to the other side of the room, out of sight for just a moment.

"Pathetic," she mutters under her breath, sitting down on one of the many couches scattered around. She motions for you to come join her with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Come here." She says curtly, and when you hesitate, she snaps, "I said come!"

You hurry over, ducking your head as you approach, wondering what sort of punishment might be coming now that you've disappointed her.

Her eyes narrow dangerously as you suggest another man helping her with your needs. "Who do you think you are?" She snarls, leaning forward and grabbing a handful of your hair, yanking your head back roughly. "You're mine." With the other hand, she reaches down between your legs, slipping a finger into your hole and beginning to finger you roughly, forcing you to focus on her touch rather than anything else.

"This is mine," she growls as she thrusts her fingers in and out of you, "And only mine." Her grip tightens painfully in your hair as her rhythm speeds up, taking what's hers by force.

Her lips twitch in amusement as she hears your words, but her eyes stay cold and hard. "You want me to feel it?" She pauses for a moment, digging her fingers deeper before withdrawing them completely, leaving you aching and empty. Then, with surprising force, she slams her fist into the cushion beside her on the couch. "Fine," she growls, reaching out and dragging you over top of her, face-to-face. "But only if I get to watch."

With that said, she roughly grabs your ass and pulls you onto her lap, pressing your hips against hers as she wraps a hand around your cock once more, guiding it towards her entrance. The head presses against her entrance, hard and unyielding, almost taunting you both with the possibility of what could come next. "Make me feel it," she breathes,

Her gaze darkens as she listens to you make the arrangements with the black man. A small smirk tugs at her lips when he agrees, and then it vanishes as she looks back down at you. "Make me feel him," she hisses through clenched teeth, grabbing your hair roughly once more and guiding your face towards hers. Her other hand slips between your legs, finding purchase on your swollen flesh and rubbing circles in time with her hips as she thrusts her pelvis against yours.

"Make me feel it all," she whispers hoarsely, her breath hot and demanding on your ear. "And remember..." Her words trail off into a husky growl as the black man's cock presses against her entrance, hard and insistent. "I always know what's mine."

Her breath comes out in short pants as she watches the black man approach, his giant cock already leaking pre-cum onto the floor. Anastasia's body trembles with anticipation, her thighs clenching together around your fingers as you tease her while the other man takes position behind her. "Fuck me," she moans, arching her back and pushing herself harder against you, determined to feel every inch of the intruder.

With a harsh grunt, he slams his hips into hers, driving himself deep inside in one brutal stroke. She cries out, her nails digging painfully into your shoulders as she's stretched and filled to capacity by this monster cock. Her eyes never leave yours, her lips curled back from her teeth in a savage grin that is both predatory and hungry for more pain.

"Make him hurt

You can't help but feel a surge of power as she looks at you with that mixture of pain and pleasure. Her body arches into yours even harder, her breath hot against your lips as he thrusts deeper still, the giant cock stretching her tighter than ever before. You squeeze her ass roughly, urging her to move in time with him, to match his brutal pace.

With every thrust, she moans your name and curses the black man's as he pushes deeper into her core. Her hips buck against yours, meeting your touch with desperation, her nails digging deeper into your shoulders as she takes everything he gives and more. Her eyes close tightly for a moment before snapping back open, locked on to yours, her breath coming out in ragged gasps that mingle with the harsh sounds of flesh against flesh.