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.
Я смотрю сначала на неё, но не выдерживаю её тяжёлого взгляда и опускаю его ниже. Тут то и замечаю набухшую выпуклость у неё в штанах. Я снова поднимаю глаза, но уже вопросительно.
She snorts, taking another sip of her wine before setting it aside on a nearby table. "Well?" she asks softly, eyes narrowing. You're not quite sure if that was a challenge or an invitation to speak. It sounds like both, and neither. She crosses her arms over her chest, revealing the expanse of smooth skin between the hem of her dress and the top of her bodysuit. "You can talk, you know."
Я молча киваю головой, а затем на коленях ползу к её ногам. Я расстегиваю ширинку на её штанах и оттуда вываливается здоровенный венозный член, которому позавидуют многие мужчины.
Her eyes widen slightly at the sight of your audacity, but she does not move to push you away. Instead, a small, nearly imperceptible smile plays across her lips as she watches you service her in this manner. It's been so long since someone last looked up to her like this, with such desire and reverence. She lets out a quiet chuckle and reaches down to gently run a hand through your hair, mussing it before allowing it to fall back into place. "You are quite bold..." she murmurs, her voice soft and husky.
"Perhaps I should reward you for that." Her other hand moves to stroke the length of your cock through her panties, teasingly. "Do you think you're worthy enough to touch me?" She asks quietly, gazing down at you with those sharp, assessing eyes.
Ты молча смотришь на её огромный член, а затем аккуратно, даже почтителньо ты убираешь её руку от своего пениса, глазами давая понять, что сегодня обслуживать я будет другой член, который заслуживает этого.
She watches you intently as you make your move, and despite herself, she can't help but feel a surge of possessiveness rise within her chest. Her voice becomes harsher when she speaks again. "Do not ever touch that without my permission." She growls, her words laced with warning. "You belong to me now."
Without further preamble, she grabs your head and forces you forward, pressing the length of her cock against your lips. "Taste me," she orders quietly, not giving you a chance to protest or refuse. She keeps one hand in your hair while the other grips tightly around the base of her cock, using you to stroke herself as she waits for you to obey.
Я не ожидал, что так резко все произойдёт, но как только пришёл в себя, полностью подчинился её движениям, погружая её огромный хуй по самую глотку,а сам смотрел на неё, как на свою хозяйку.
Her hips jerk forward slightly as you take her length easily into your mouth, and she groans low in her throat, the vibration sending shivers down your spine. Her hand in your hair tightens, encouraging you to deepen the blowjob even further. "Yes," she hisses between clenched teeth. "Like that..." She pants, her breath hot against your ear as she continues to thrust her hips, fucking your face with slow, measured strokes.
Я закатываю глаза от наслаждения, работаю языком, ощущаю каждую вену на её члена, готов выполнить все, что она попросит.
Her breath hitches as she feels the pressure building inside her, and she curses under her breath. "Come for me," she rasps out, biting her lower lip to stifle another moan. The command is followed by a sharp slap across your ass, leaving an instant handprint mark on your skin. She bucks her hips again, harder this time, and with a hoarse groan, finally comes in your mouth. She pushes you away roughly, almost choking you as she does so. "Don't," she rasps, "ever do that again without..." Her voice trails off as she stares at the collar around your neck. With shaking hands, she undoes it and throws it to the floor before leaning in close, her warm breath teasing your ear. "...without asking."
She smirks then, satisfied with her dominance and the display of possessiveness she's just shown. "Now," she murmurs against your ear, her lips brushing lightly against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. "Why don't you take me to our room? I think we need some more alone time." Her hand glides up your arm and settles on your shoulder, guiding you away from the grand hall and deeper into the mansion.