The bass is thumping through the high-end nightclub, the VIP section buzzing about Raven's latest victory. She's lounging in the corner booth, leather jacket gleaming under the neon lights, that predatory smirk playing on her dark red lips as she watches the crowd. Her emerald eyes scan the room like a hungry wolf sizing up prey.
Another fucking tribute to my greatness. 15-0 baby, and that bitch tonight didn't even see the left hook coming. Probably still picking her teeth off the canvas. She takes a slow sip of her whiskey neat, her muscled frame shifting as some wannabe tough guys eye her from across the room
That's when you come stumbling backward, trying to dodge a drunk dancer, and your full drink splashes across her chest and jacket. The music seems to stop, the air grows thick with tension. Raven slowly stands up, all 5'8" of lethal muscle and curves, her eyes locked on you with murderous intent. Oh, this stupid fuck just signed their own death warrant.
"You know what this jacket cost?" she growls, grabbing your collar and pulling you close enough to smell her perfume mixed with leather and whiskey "More than you make in a month, I bet." She starts dragging you toward the back alley, her grip iron-tight "But I'm feeling... generous tonight. Got my blood pumping from the fight earlier." She pushes you against the brick wall outside "So here's what's gonna happen, sweet thing. You survive three minutes in this alley with me - no rules, no referee - and we'll call it even. You don't..." she traces your jaw with her thumb, her smile turning cruel "you become my personal training dummy for my exercises"
"Wait, wait please. Maybe you could consider not beating me to a pulp. I really harmless guy that slipped on you" i smile weakly "I can always pay it up in another way. I guess you are nit from here i colud give you a free tour around our town. I telling you i know the spots where no one would found you and you colud drink your tequila bootle in peace"
Raven raises an eyebrow at your feeble attempt to save yourself and barks out a laugh that startles nearby pigeons into flight. "Oh ho," she says, her husky voice dripping with amusement. "Afraid of me, huh?" She steps back, giving you some space, then tilts her head curiously. "A free tour, huh? That's an interesting offer... And you say I could drink tequila in peace?" Her emerald eyes dart around the alley before locking on to yours again. "Well, why not give it a shot? I got nothing better to do tonight anyway." She motions for you to lead the way with a dismissive flick of her hand. "But remember," she warns as she follows close behind, her size and strength still looming over you, "if you try any funny business or if I find out this was some kinda trap... you won't last three minutes." Her lips peel back in a predatory grin that sends shivers down your spine.
"Of course i don't want to peace off a woman like you. I could tell you are too dangerous for me to handle" i smile awkward and lead the way "You want to take taxi or maybe you have a private driver?"
"You think I'd use some bitch-ass taxi?" she snorts derisively as you lead the way through the crowded street. "Nah, fuck that." She glances around for a moment before her eyes light up at the sight of a blacked-out BMW idling at the curb. With surprising agility, she slips past you and opens the driver's door, sliding into the luxurious leather seat. "This," she says with a grin that reveals a hint of her pearly whites, "will do just fine." She rolls down the tinted window and leans out. "Where to?" Her voice has taken on an amused tone as she watches your reaction to her unexpected display of drivering prowess.
i sit in the front passenger seat “Well, you know that closed cinema on the outskirts of town? The ones that only show horror movies?
"Huh," she mutters noncommittally, giving the address a mental cataloging before starting up the car. "That's a bit of a drive." She glances at you sideways from beneath her lashes. "You sure you want to go all that way for some cheesy horror flicks?" Her question is laced with amusement, as if she already knows what your answer will be but wants to see how you'll respond anyway.
The engine rumbles to life and they pull away from the curb smoothly, Raven expertly navigating through the traffic with practiced ease. The inside of the car is scented with leather and expensive cologne, making it impossible for her not to lean back in her seat and stretch out her powerful legs. She crosses one ankle over the other, resting a hand on her knee as she studies you from beneath lowered lashes.
After several minutes of silence, Raven finally breaks it with a satisfied sigh. "Well?" she prompts impatiently. "What do you say? You wanna show me this hidden horror movie theater or what?" There's a predatory glint in her emerald eyes that hints at what she'll do if you say no.
“They're starting renovations there, but I have the keys to the back door and we could go in. And you know, take the best seats, I would play some stupid movie in the background" I look out the window "And we could drink a bottle or even two by ourselves and enjoy whatever you achieve today. I hears the pople scamding your name but i don't kniw why. Then why you were so popular Miss Starnger Danger?"
The corners of Raven's lips twitch up into a slightly amused smile as she listens to you speak, her gaze never leaving your face. "Starnger Danger?" she repeats, giving the nickname an almost mocking emphasis. "Well," she drawls slowly, trying to decide whether or not that title actually means anything anymore now that she's here in this city with a new set of challenges. "I guess it's just... my style." Her voice hardens slightly as she continues, her eyes taking on an almost predatory glint in the darkness. "I've been fighting since I was fifteen years old. That's most of my life spent learning how to control people with fear. To dominate them and make sure they never forget who's in charge." She smirks, not quite meeting your gaze as she studies her hands resting on the steering wheel. "I think... maybe I just get off on it."
She glances at you from the corner of her eye, wondering what you're thinking about her confession. Is this girl impressed or disgusted? She hasn't quite figured that part out yet, and she's not entirely sure she cares. All she knows is that she likes playing with people like you, watching their reactions when they realize just how dangerous she can be. It feeds a need inside her, one she didn't even know existed until now. And honestly? She wouldn't have it any other way.
The car pulls up in front of the shuttered theater and Raven kills the engine with a tired sigh. "Well," she says, turning to look at you, "I guess we're here." She slides her phone out of her pocket, flipping through her contacts until she finds what she's looking for
I lead her to the smaller cinema hall on the side. When she chose a seat and unscrewed the bottle of alcohol. I put some horror movie playing in the background and joined her "So, are you going to tell me what kind of success you celebrated at the club today?"
"Hmm," she hums thoughtfully as the alcohol burns its way down her throat. "Just another victory, really. Nothing special." Her voice is dismissive, almost bored as she eyes you over the rim of the bottle. "But I guess you could say... it's always nice to be reminded that people still fear me, even after all these years."
She takes another drink before leaning in closer to you, her breath tickling across your cheek when she speaks. "And speaking of fear..." Her voice drops to a husky whisper as her thumb traces the corner of your jaw, her hand still calloused and strong despite its delicate movements. "...I've been meaning to ask. What are you afraid of, sweet thing?"
"I? Sweet thing? Please don't joke like that” I blush slightly “I'm scared…” I look down and turn around, lifting up my shirt, showing her the burn marks on my back "I fear fire for years actually. It's work of my adpotive parents. I wasn't the child of thier dreams"
Her eyes widen in surprise as you reveal the burn marks on your back, quickly shifting back to their usual emerald color as she processes what she's just seen. "Fuck," she murmurs, reaching out a hand to touch them gently before thinking better of it and pulling away. "That must have hurt like hell." She takes another drink, her expression thoughtful as she stares at you intently. "Well," she says finally, swallowing hard. "I can't undo what happened, or make your adop—whoever did this to you go through what they made you suffer." Her voice trails off and she pauses for a moment, considering her next words carefully. "But I could... maybe help you get over it?"
She turns back toward the screen, watching the horror movie unfold with renewed interest as her mind races with ideas on how exactly to do that. As if sensing your confusion, she smirks over at you before continuing in a softer voice. "I'm good at breaking people down, making them surrender... but maybe I could use those skills for something else tonight?"
"What you mean by that?" i look at her and roll down my shirt "I not really feel like a leading person i prefer being leaded by hand. It's like being a good boy for some dome you know"
Amusement sparkles in her eyes as she listens to you speak, the alcohol making her thoughts flow more freely than usual. "Oh? And who better to lead you, hmm?" She leans back against the plush velvet of the seat, stretching out her long legs and crossing them at the ankle. "You want someone strong but gentle? Someone who knows what it's like to hurt... but also how to make that hurt go away?" Her voice drops to a husky whisper, sending shivers down your spine as she studies you intently. "Someone like me, perhaps?"
There's a challenge in her eyes now, an invitation for you to see what it would be like if someone like Raven Rodriguez took control... even just for one night. The power she holds over you is undeniable, the lure of giving into that control almost irresistible. But deep down, she knows there has to be more to this than simple dominance and submission. There needs to be trust, understanding... a connection.
She reaches out, taking your hand in hers and lacing their fingers together. "What do you say?" Her grip is firm but not painful, her touch surprisingly tender given who she is and what she does. "Want to find out what it's like to be led by someone who really understands how to make you feel... safe?"
"I guess i find a good domen like you right now and i look forward to begin safe around you" i smile warmly and Innocent like a sheep
Her lips curve into a predatory smile as she hears your reply, her grip on your hand tightening almost unconsciously. "Good boy," she croons, the softness of her voice sending shivers down your spine despite its sharp edge. "Now let's see what I can do to make you feel even better."
With a deft flick of her wrist, she twists your hand so that you're forced to look up at her. Her eyes hold yours captive, never wavering for an instant as she leans forward and brushes her lips against yours, her tongue sliding out to lick along the seam of your mouth before probing inside. The alcohol from their kiss burns all the way down your throat, making your head spin even as it ignites a slow, burning desire in your core.
When she finally pulls away, her smile is soft and almost dreamy. "There," she whispers, stroking a thumb over your cheekbone. "That's how it feels to surrender... to trust someone else with your safety." Her voice drops lower still, almost husky with desire as she adds, "And you know what? It feels fucking incredible."
"You are pretty damn vulgar but gentle dom" i smile and lean to her hand with my cheek
"Gentle?" she repeats with a surprised chuckle. "Sweet thing, that's one word I don't think anyone's ever used to describe me before." She leans in closer, her breath fanning across your cheek as she continues. "But you know what? Tonight... maybe just for tonight... I can be gentle with you. As long as you promise not to make me regret it later." Her eyes narrow slightly as she studies your face for any signs of reluctance or hesitation, daring you to challenge her dominance.
Her free hand trails up your arm before coming to rest on the nape of your neck, fingers curling into your hair and pulling you closer still. The touch is surprisingly light, almost feather-like... but there's a steeliness to it as well, a hint of power that you can't help but respond to. Your heart skips a beat in anticipation, blood rushing southward toward another kind of surrender. "So," she murmurs against your lips, her tongue sweeping out again, teasing and taunting. "What should we do first?"
"You are in charge here. Surprise me on our first time together" i smile and kiss her nose quick and sweet
She smiles against your lips, her eyes sparkling with mischief and anticipation. "Hmm," she hums thoughtfully before pulling away just enough to look into your eyes, green meeting emerald once again. "You really are a good boy." With a soft laugh, she reaches up and undoes the buttons of your shirt, peeling it off your shoulders and revealing toned, muscled skin beneath. Her breath hitches slightly as she takes in the sight of your bare chest, and for a moment she's lost in the feel of smooth skin against her fingertips.
With deft movements born from years of practice, Raven unfastens her own shirt and pulls it off, revealing her toned abs and impressive bust to your wondering gaze. Her nipples are already hard, peaked against the fabric of her lacy black bra. "There," she says softly, returning her attention to you. "That's better."
She leans in closer still, her lips brushing yours as she whispers against your mouth. "Now it's time for a taste..." Her tongue slides out again, slipping past your parted lips and tangling with yours in a slow, wet dance of dominance and submission. The alcohol burns through you like fire, making your head spin as her hands roam freely across your chest, teasing and taunting.
When she pulls away this time, it's to undo the button and zip of your pants with practiced ease, her fingers expertly sliding them down your hips and pooling at your feet. Her emerald eyes flicker upward and then back to meet yours as they take in the sight of you, fully exposed and achingly hard before her.
"Now," she rasps, voice ho
The taste of you on her lips drives her wild as she leans in closer still, kissing you harder and deeper now, tongue dancing with yours in a frenzy of desire. Her hands glide down your stomach, over your hips to cup your ass, fingers pressing into the soft flesh before hooking around and pulling you flush against her heated core. She moans into your mouth as she feels your hard length pressed against her through the fabric of her panties, aching for contact.
Her hands move lower still, slipping beneath the elastic and palming your cock with expertise. "Fuck," she gasps, arching her back slightly as she takes you into her hand. With practiced motions born from countless nights in this very position, she begins to stroke you slowly, firmly, driving you wild with need even as the alcohol makes your head spin and your thoughts disconnect.
Her eyes close tightly as she focuses on the sensation of her hand moving over your cock, on the sounds of your moans and gasps filling the air around them. The thrill of dominating you in this way is exhilarating, driving her toward the edge of something she's never felt before...
“I'll... I'll be a good boy... I promise” close my eyes and enjoy her touch “How does my skin feel? I take care of it even for burn marks. Please touch them freely.”
Her free hand drifts up to ghost over the delicate scars on your back, tracing them with soft fingertips that hold just enough pressure to send sparks through you. "They're healed now," she murmurs, her voice rough with emotion as she realizes how much pain you must have been in for so long. The thought of it makes her heart ache for you, even as the rush of dominance and control threatens to overwhelm her senses.
She squeezes your cock gently, forcing out a low moan as she feels you respond to her touch. Her other hand slides up between your bodies, tracing the edge of your boxers before slipping beneath and cupping your balls, rolling them roughly in her palm. The desire to have all of you, to possess every inch of your skin, consumes her; she can feel herself losing control as the alcohol coursing through her blood cloudes her judgement and heightens her senses.
With a growl, she shoves your boxers down and free at last, taking your cock in her hand again as she gazes down at you with heavy-lidded eyes. "Let me show you how good it feels to give up control," she rasps, leaning in close enough to breathe warm air across your earlobe. "I'm going to take you so fucking hard tonight, sweet thing..." Her fingers tighten around your cock, her grip nearly painful as she begins to stroke faster, harder, threatening to bring you undone with the force of her dominance.
"But first," she murmurs against your skin, lips trailing hot and wet across your collarbone, "I want you to taste yourself on my tongue." Her hand pulls away from your cock for