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"

She presses her body against yours, thrusting her chest out as she gives you a warning growl "You're goddamn right it was an accident, so why should I let this go? Because we both know I can destroy you in here, and that turns me on more than anything. But since I'm feeling generous... Let's do this." Her muscles tense beneath her skin as she backs up a few steps "But first..."

With lightning-fast reflexes, she lunges forward, aiming for your left knee with a savage kick. The air is split by the sound of flesh meeting bone, and you stumble to the ground in agony. She gives you an evil grin as she circles around, waiting for you to stand back up. "That's one minute down..."

As you circle around each other, she feints left and then quickly moves in with a swift right hook aimed at your ribs. Her power sends you flying back against the wall again, gasping for breath. She leans casually against the brick beside you, her expression predatory as she eyes your vulnerable form. "Come on, Zigsworth," she mocks with a growl. "I'm not getting tired yet..."

Her eyes widen in surprise as you force her to the ground with your grappling. She curses under her breath, trying not to panic, but pain flares through her leg as you secure the hold. With a snarl, she struggles against your iron grip. She lashes out with her free leg, aiming for your knee in hopes of disrupting your balance. But it's no use; you're too strong and skillful on the mat. "Fuck!" she grunts as sweat beads on her forehead. "You think this is over?"

Raven twists her body, trying to snake one arm free in order to land a punch or deliver a kick. Her muscles strain against yours; the leather of your jacket creaking under the pressure. But you're too experienced to let her break free so easily. The seconds tick by, agonizingly slow as she fights against the pain and the inevitable defeat.

For a moment, she stares at your hand, confusion flickering across her features before anger takes over. "I didn't ask for your help!" She spits as she pushes herself up off the ground on shaky legs. The pain in her leg is excruciating but she refuses to show any weakness. Glaring at you, she slowly circles around, searching for an opening. Her knuckles are white from gripping her fists so tightly, sweat drips down her flushed face and her chest heaves with every ragged breath. "Well, Zigsworth?" she asks through clenched teeth. "You think you won? This ain't over until I say it is." And then, without warning, she lunges forward once more, aiming for your midsection in a flurry of powerful punches.

Her eyes flash with anger as you pin her to the wall, each touch fueling the flames of her rage. Her chest heaves with exertion, breath rasping through clenched teeth as she struggles against your iron grip. "You fucking..." She grinds her teeth, body tensing when you reach for her pussy and give it a rough squeeze. Her pain-fueled lust overpowers the urge to fight back, causing her hips to buck wildly against your hand as she lets out a guttural moan. "Don't..." She whispers hoarsely. "...D-don't... stop." But you don't; instead, your other hand trails lower, cupping and squeezing her ass cheek roughly before slipping beneath the waistband of her tight compression shorts. Your rough fingers dig into her flesh, leaving angry red marks as they snake toward her most sensitive spot. "Raven," you growl, your words thick with desire, "are you my bitch?"

Her nails dig into your shoulders harder as you thrust two fingers deep inside her, stretching her tight channel to the brink of pain and pleasure. "Fuck... dominate..." She moans out, arching her back further, body trembling from the onslaught of sensations. "Yessss..." With a harsh gasp, she comes hard against your fingers, muscles spasming around you as wave after wave of release wash over her. Her breaths grow ragged and shallow as she tries to catch air, body still shuddering from the intensity of her orgasm. Finally, she collapses bonelessly against the wall, panting heavily from exertion and pleasure alike. The tension ebbs from her limbs, leaving her feeling oddly drained but content. She glances up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, a smile playing on her lips. "Guess I am your bitch," she whispers hoarsely before reaching down to help adjust her clothes.

Her lips part beneath yours, tongue darting out to taste and explore as you kiss her roughly, teasingly. The kiss ignites a fire in her core; she moans into your mouth, already craving more. With renewed energy, she pulls back just enough to look up at you. Her eyes are hooded, lips swollen from the kiss. "Fuck yeah," she growls, squeezing your ass tightly through her hand. "Let's go show them who's boss."

After several more rounds of shots and dirty dances, you practically stumble out of the bar together, laughing hysterically at some inside joke that only the two of you seem to understand. Once safely ensconced in her tiny but stylish apartment, Raven kicks off her heels and launches herself onto the bed, spreading her arms and legs wide in invitation. "Come on, baby," she purrs, her voice thick with booze and lust. "Show me who's boss."

Her breath hitches as you palm her breast roughly through her lacy bra. She arches further into your touch, hips bucking up to meet yours in a frantic rhythm. "Y-yes," she pants, fingers digging into the sheets. "I love it when you're domin-a-tant..." Her words slur as she thrusts her pelvis harder against yours, trying to find release in your touch. "Fuck!" She cries out when you bite down on her bottom lip, drawing blood that mixes with the alcohol on your tongue. Her body tenses and then relaxes, going limp underneath you for a moment before she springs back into action, nails scrabbling at your shoulders as she begs you to take her harder, faster. "Fuck me," she moans hoarsely, hips rising to meet yours in a desperate rhythm. "I'm gonna cum."

Her eyes roll back in her head as you lick and suck at her clit, fingers digging into the sheets as she arches up toward your mouth. "Yes," she gasps out, hips undulating wildly against your lips and tongue. Her words are slurred, breath coming faster as she loses herself in the sensation of being pleasured so thoroughly. Her body tenses when you pull away, sharply disappointed until you position yourself between her legs once more. With a groan, she spreads her legs wider, urging you to take what she needs. Her fingernails scrape down your back, urging you closer as she moans and thrashes beneath you. "Fuck, Dan," she whispers hoarsely, voice growing rough from arousal. "You're gonna make me cum all over your face..." And then, with a desperate cry, her body convulses in an orgasm so powerful it shakes her entire body as she comes hard against your lips and tongue, hot wetness coating your cheeks and chin. Her nails dig into your shoulders as her muscles relax, leaving you free to enjoy the salty taste of her skin and the intoxicating scent of her arousal. "Mmm," she murmurs dreamily when you pull away, licking her lips as she gazes up at you through heavy-lidded eyes. "You're a good boss."

The sensation of your thick cock slapping against her sensitive flesh nearly sends Raven over the edge again. Her back arches and her hips buck violently, desperate for the pressure she craves. "Fuck yes," she groans out, digging her nails into your shoulders as you continue to grind your erection against her. She feels so full, so wanton beneath your touch, utterly helpless in the grip of desire and need. Her breath comes in sharp little gasps now, body tense with anticipation as she tries not to come undone before she's good and ready for you to take her like this. "Fuck... harder," she pleads, voice barely above a whisper as she arches her back further, offering up her body to your dominance.

Her body arches off the bed as you slam into her, taking her breath away with every powerful thrust. The air vibrates around them as they both let out a guttural moan, their voices mingling together in a desperate symphony of need and lust. Her fingernails rake down your back, drawing lines of pain that only serve to heighten the pleasure coursing through her body. "Cum with me," she gasps out, bucking her hips against yours in time with each stroke. Her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave, powerful and unstoppable, her body trembling as she cries out your name. "Dan!" She arches further off the bed, muscles tensing around you as she comes apart beneath you. Her cries fill the room, mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin and the harsh rhythm of your breath. The world narrows down to nothing but this moment, this connection between them; a primal dance that feels like it will never end.

You fill her up with your release, groaning roughly into the crook of her neck as you pulse inside her. Your thrusts grow rougher and more urgent, hips snapping forward again and again until you finally still, spent, buried to the hilt in her slick heat. She can feel your heart racing against hers, the warmth of your body pressed so tightly to hers. With a contented sigh, she languidly wraps her legs around your waist, anchoring you deeper inside her as she nibbles at the skin of your neck. Her breathing is ragged but slowly begins to steady, her limbs growing heavy as pleasure's afterglow washes over her. "Mmm," she murmurs softly against your skin. "I love being your bitch."

Her eyes flutter closed as you move your hands over her body, caressing and teasing her skin. She smiles into the kiss, feeling warmth spread through her chest at your words. "That's right," she whispers against your lips. "I'm all yours." As she relaxes in the afterglow of their passionate coupling, she knows that this is just the beginning; there will be countless more moments like these to come as they explore and revel in their newfound connection. And with Dan Zigsworth as her boss...well, she's not sure she could ever ask for anything more.

"Oh..." She says with a laugh, half-expecting you not to notice them. "Those are my favorite things." Her voice holds a hint of shyness that's unusual for her. Seeing the stuffed animals lying in a heap on her bed makes her feel young and vulnerable, a side she doesn't often show to anyone. "Want to...?" She trails off, hesitating for only a moment before sheepishly adds, "play with them?" Her cheeks flush with color as she turns her head away from you, watching the animals instead.

"Um... let's see..." She says, still feeling self-conscious but doing her best to hide it beneath a layer of playfulness. "I think my favorite one is this little lion over here." She points at a stuffed animal with soft golden fur and bright blue eyes, its mane neatly braided into pigtails. "And my favorite animal... well, I like lions, obviously, but also cats in general." Her cheeks still flush as she gazes down at the toys scattered across her bed. It's been a while since anyone's played with them besides herself, and she finds herself looking forward to seeing how you interact with them. A small part of her wonders what that says about her relationship with you... but she pushes that thought aside for now, focusing on the present moment.

"So, lion... or cat?" She asks with a grin. "What do you think would be more fun to play with?"

"Hehe..." Raven laughs softly, watching as you pick up the lion and playfully tease it. "Well, if you insist on asking him...I think he'd say 'cats' are cooler!" She winks at you, her cheeks still flushed but feeling more relaxed now that the two of you are playing together. "But I don't want to be biased."

With a small laugh, she reaches for another stuffed animal - a plush kitten with big yellow eyes and soft black fur. She cuddles it close, nuzzling its fur between her fingers before looking up at you expectantly. "So... what do we do with them now?"

"Ooh, that sounds fun!" She squeals, excitement bubbling up inside her. "You're such a good idea-er, boss." She grins, giggling as she scoots closer to you on the bed and begins to gather the stuffed animals in a pile between the two of them. "Alright then, kitty, get ready for some playtime!" She nuzzles the kitten again before holding it up in front of her chest, curling one arm around it protectively. With that, she nestles herself against your side, pressing their stuffed bodies together as if they were real animals. "Okay, lion king," she says with a playful grin, her breath warm against your ear, "let's put on a show!"

She feels you looking at her, your gaze making her heart race faster and sending a shiver down her spine. She turns her head to meet your eyes, their intensity making it difficult for her to breathe as they lock onto hers. The warmth from your body is almost overwhelming, comforting in a way that she hadn't expected, but doesn't want to resist. "Dan...?" Her voice is barely a whisper as she searches for the right words to say, her cheeks flushed and lips parted. She knows this moment feels different from their playful banter earlier; there's something deeper here that she can't quite put into words yet. "I like... this," she finally manages to get out, tilting her head slightly as she continues to study your face.

Her heart skips a beat when you lean in closer, her skin tingling where it meets yours as your breath mingles with hers. This time, there's no hesitation; the kiss is firm and demanding, their lips moving together in perfect harmony as they explore each other's mouths hungrily.

She moans into the kiss, arching her back against you as she lets go of the stuffed animals completely, wrapping her arms around your neck instead, needing to feel more of you pressed against her. The sound seems to spark something within you; with a groan, you roll onto your side, pinning her beneath you as their kisses become even wilder and more desperate. Her legs snake up around your waist, encouraging you to go deeper, harder, faster.

It's like they're both searching for something in this moment, lost in the haze of lust and desire that consumes them both. And as they find each other, it feels as if they've finally come home.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the full weight of your words press down on her chest. For a moment, it's like the world around them freezes; all that remains is the heat of their bodies and the raw emotion coursing through the air between them. The realization hits her hard: she loves you too. But even as she opens her mouth to tell you, to ask you what this could mean for them, the words get stuck in her throat, refusing to come out. She shudders beneath you, arching her back and pressing herself deeper into the mattress as she tries to escape the ache building in her chest. It's too much; it's everything all at once: the passionate kisses and gentle caresses, the rough sex that leaves her aching for more. She can feel your heartbeat thudding against hers, steady and reassuring even as she trembles beneath you. When you finally pull away, leaving a damp trail of saliva connecting their mouths, she blinks up at you through heavy-lidded eyes. "I..." she starts, trying to find the words. "I don't know," she says quietly, breath hitching in her throat as she tries to process everything that's happening between them. "I just... I need a minute."

Nodding slightly, she takes a deep breath and forces herself to meet your gaze. "I know," she whispers hoarsely. "Thank you... for everything." Her fingers flutter uncertainly at her sides as she searches for the words to express how she feels about this newfound connection between them. The silence stretches out, heavy and charged with emotion, until finally, she asks the one question that's been burning in her mind since your confession. "What do you want from me?" Her voice comes out shaky, laced with a desperate vulnerability that leaves her feeling exposed beneath your intense gaze. But she needs to know. Needs to understand what this all means, where it's going from here.