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 turns her cold gaze to you when she hears your voice, and takes the drink wordlessly. She raises an eyebrow at it before taking another sip of wine instead, then downing a shot in one go. You nearly choke on your own breath at how fast she does it. When she looks at you again, her gaze is even colder than before. There goes that tolerance theory...

Anastasia eyes you for a moment before sighing, "Don't make me do all the work here." She pauses, tilting her head slightly to the side, "Are you some sort of pet I can train?" she asks with an almost amused tone.

A small smirk curls on her lips as she nods at that. "Good boy," she mutters, although it sounds more like an order than praise. "From now on, you will do as I say, when I say." She takes another swig of wine before looking back at you again. "And don't forget your new name," she purrs, giving you a pointed look that leaves little room for misunderstanding.

That small blush creeping up her cheeks tells you that she's enjoying this more than she should. "You were a gift to me, little one," she says quietly, leaning in close enough for your ear. "So from now on... you will answer to 'Soliy', alright?" She pauses, breath hot against your neck. "And don't forget that."

Anastasia pulls back, letting her hand hover dangerously near the gun at her waist. You can feel a shiver run down your spine.

Anastasia's lips curl into a slow smile as she watches you, her eyes narrowing in a way that makes it clear you are trespassing onto dangerous ground. "That's a good boy," she croons, running her finger gently over your cheekbone before turning away, leaving her hand hovering there for a moment longer before pulling back to rest on the small of her back.

She takes another drink, this one less quick and more... savoring it. "Come with me," she says almost casually as she begins to stroll across the room, motioning you to follow suit with her free hand. You're caught between being intimidated and strangely drawn in by her presence.

She pauses at a doorway leading to a dimly lit hallway. "I want you to see something," she says quietly, her gaze fixed on a spot beyond the doors. As if waiting for your reaction, she tilts her head slightly.

She eyes you for a moment longer before stepping aside and motioning for you to enter the hallway first, the dim light casting eerie shadows along the walls as it flickers ominously from behind closed doors. "This is where we keep... special things," she murmurs with an almost dreamy tone, her gaze drifting over your face again.

The air feels different here; heavy and stifling. Your instincts tell you this place should be nothing like the rest of the house, but for some reason... it feels right to you.

"Let's see what we can find," she says softly, her voice carrying an undertone that sends a shiver down your spine. She begins to wander down the hallway, hands out before her like a cat feeling its way through unfamiliar territory. "Hmm... yes..."

She glances back at you with a tiny smile, her dark eyes appraising your lack of reaction before returning to whatever it was that had caught her interest moments ago. "Ah, here we are," she murmurs, coming to a stop in front of a small room marked 'Storage'. Without warning or further explanation, she pushes the door open and beckons you inside with a curt gesture.

The dim light flickers even more harshly as you step into the tiny storage room, revealing crates upon crates stacked haphazardly along the walls and strewn about the floor, each one labeled with cryptic symbols or notes scrawled in a language neither of you recognize.

"It would be a waste to leave such useful items just lying about," Anastasia replies flatly, her eyes roaming over the crates like they're old friends. "Now, come here," she says suddenly, gesturing towards a large wooden crate in the center of the room. "Help me move this one."

Her tone is commanding and cold, but something about it feels... right. You feel an answering thrill of dominance surge through you as you obey without question or hesitation. Together, you manage to shift the heavy crate away from its resting place and reveal a small hidden compartment beneath it, lined with steel plates on all sides. Inside are neatly organized rows of shiny metal cuffs and collars.

"These will be for you," she says quietly, running her finger over the cool surface of one of the collars before offering it to you. "Just

"These will be for you," she says quietly, running her finger over the cool surface of one of the collars before offering it to you. "Just for me?" your voice comes out sounding more curious than anything else. You can feel the weight of her gaze on you as she hands it over wordlessly. "They're meant to show everyone that you belong to me." A smirk tugs at the corner of her lips before she reaches into the hidden compartment and produces a set of matching keys.

She turns to face you, eyes alight with a strange mixture of lust and possession as she leans in close, breath hot against your ear. "Now," she whispers, voice rough and demanding. "You're mine. Body and soul." And when you nod slowly, accepting what has just been given to you... when you feel the cold steel cuff wrapped around your wrist, securing you to her...

Anastasia's eyes widen at your unflinching lack of reaction to the display. Her hands tremble as she secures the cuff around your other wrist, binding you to her completely and utterly. As if realizing what she just did, she pulls away with a soft gasp, taking a step back. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, confusion clouding her gaze as she studies your expressionless face. "Perhaps this was too much..."

Her eyes fall to the collar and cuffs at your throat, and something within her snaps free. With a low growl, she grabs your chin roughly between her thumb and forefinger, forcing you to meet her gaze. "You," she hisses, voice rough with emotion, "are mine." Her other hand fumbles at the waistband of her pants, pulling out a small v

She thrusts the vibrator into your mouth before you can register what's happening, forcing your jaw open wide enough to take it all. Your nose presses against her stomach as she continues, pushing deeper until you can feel the buzzing against the back of your throat. The cold steel cuff and collar around your neck tighten almost painfully, a reminder that you're hers, body and soul. Her hips rock forward, grinding against your face as she begins to use you for her pleasure. "Suck on it," she growls, voice hoarse with desire, "and show me how much you want more."

With a growl, she grabs your hair and forces you deeper onto her. The vibrator hits the back of your throat with each thrust, sending shivers down her spine as you try to accommodate its size. Your lips slide over the toy, sucking hungrily as she begins to lose control, grinding against your face in a frenzy. "Fuck," she moans, head falling back as waves of pleasure wash over her.

She can feel herself getting close, and with a final thrust, she comes hard, the hot liquid spilling down your throat as you try to choke it back. The orgasm wracks her body, leaving her gasping for air and shaking uncontrollably against your face. Finally, she pulls away with a satisfied grin, licking her lips as she surveys the mess on your chin. "Next time," she whispers husk

Her eyes narrow dangerously as you speak those words and in a swift motion, she backhands you across the cheek so hard your head snaps to the side. The cuff digs painfully into your flesh as your vision blurs from the impact. "You take that back," she hisses through gritted teeth, her voice dangerously low and cold. "Or I'll make sure you regret it."

She studies you for a long moment before seeming to come to a decision. With a sharp intake of breath, she leans forward until her lips are inches from your ear. "You will learn your place," she whispers, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine, "and you will like it." Then, just as suddenly, she steps back and straightens up, her expression once more cold and unyielding. "Now, come on," she says brusquely, turning to head for the door

*Her eyes widen at the sound of your voice and the feeling it carries through her. A shiver runs down her spine as she tries to ignore the unwelcome stirrings in her core. She clears her throat, trying to regain control. "You will not speak to me like that," she says coldly, her hand instinctively drifting towards the gun at her waist again."

She pauses, taking a deep breath as she forces herself to calm down. When she looks back at you, there's a challenge in her eyes that demands an answer. "Well?" She asks, arching an eyebrow expectantly. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

Her eyes go wide with shock and fear as she realizes what you've done, but there's no shame in her expression. Instead, there's a flicker of anger that quickly flares into rage. She balls her hand into a fist at her side, ready to strike or defend as the situation demands. "Put it down," she growls through clenched teeth, not taking her eyes off you for a moment. "Now."

The tension in the air is thick enough to choke on, and every movement seems deliberately slow and careful, like they're dancing some twisted ballet of dominance and submission. Neither of you knows how this will end, but one thing is certain: neither of you are backing down.

She stares at you for a long moment, contemplating your offer as she toys with the gun in her hand. The tight grip on her fist tells you that she's not sure if she can trust you enough to take it back yet. Finally, she seems to come to a decision and slides the gun carefully into its holster at her waist.

"Fine," she says quietly, eyes never leaving yours. "We'll continue this another time." With that ominous promise hanging in the air, she turns on her heel and stalks out of the room without a second glance back at you.

Anastasia doesn't react to your liberation in the slightest, continuing onward through the house with an air of calm determination that belies the undercurrent of tension still humming between you. She leads you deeper into her territory, down dimly lit hallways and past heavily guarded doors, until finally she stops at a door marked 'Laboratory'. With a sinister smile curling on her lips, she turns to face you, unfastening the top buttons of her blouse as she does so. "I think it's time for some... tests," she says softly, her voice almost hypnotic.

The anticipation in her eyes makes your heart race and blood boil. Do you allow yourself to be drawn further into her web or do you try to find a way out?

"Tests to see just how much of a pet you can be," she hisses venomously, licking her lips as she meets your eyes. "How far I can push you." She takes another step closer, heat emanating from her body despite the cold air around them. Her fingers dance across the unbuttoned fabric of her blouse, teasing and taunting. "And just how much pain you can take before you finally break."

Her voice is almost a whisper now, low and sultry as she reaches out to run a hand through your hair, tugging gently. The seductive tension in the air thickens, becoming nearly palpable as she leans in close enough that you can feel her breath on your neck. "Are you ready for this?"

The smirk that spreads across her face is as cold and calculating as anything else she's shown you so far, but there's a glint of amusement in her eyes that tells you it's not entirely displeasing. She slips a hand beneath your shirt, trailing her fingers lightly over the skin of your abdomen before pushing the fabric up and off your shoulders. "Very well," she murmurs, leaning in close enough that you can feel her warm breath on your neck as she breathes the word across your skin.

Her free hand slides down to cup your groin through your pants, fingers curling roughly around your length as she gives it a squeeze. "Let's see just how much control you really have."

She pushes you back against the wall with enough force that your head snaps back, but there's no pain in her touch; only dominance and ownership

Her eyes widen and she tries to struggle free for a moment before realizing that you've effectively pinned her with the cuffs. A low growl rumbles in her throat as she goes still, staring up at you from where you have her trapped against the wall. "You are quite skilled at that," she says through gritted teeth, tilting her head back to expose the long column of her neck. "Perhaps I underestimated you."

Her fingers curl into fists and she looks like she's ready to spring free from your hold at any moment. But then her eyes flicker downward again, lingering on your hands holding her so tightly against the wall. There's a flicker of something unreadable in their depths, something that makes you think maybe... just maybe, she doesn't want to be free after all.

Her breath hitches as you force her down to her knees, the heat of your erection pressed against her cheek. She closes her eyes, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of sensations coursing through her body. The rough tug on her hair only serves to heighten her arousal, making it impossible for her to focus on anything but the moment and the domineering male above her.

A quiet moan escapes her lips as you begin to move against her, thrusting your hips in rhythm with each inhale and exhale. Her fingers curl into fists once more, clawing at the cold concrete floor beneath her in an effort to remain steady and obedient. She wants to fight this urge, to resist your control... but deep down, she knows it would be pointless.

Her head falls back against your shoulder as you continue to grind against her face, taking what you

Her lips part eagerly as you guide your erect shaft to her waiting mouth. She wraps her lips around the head, taking as much of you inside as she can, her tongue swirling over the sensitive flesh. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, knuckles white with the effort not to touch or maul you further. The rough slide of your cock against her tongue and the vibrations from your breath in her ear send shivers down her spine, making it nearly impossible for her to think clearly.

Her hips rise off the floor, searching for more contact as she sucks hungrily on your length, desperate for release. Her eyes roll back into her head and a throaty moan escapes her lips when you begin to thrust against her face in earnest, taking control of both their pleasure and pain.

Her neck arches back as you force her deeper onto your cock, taking away her air with each thrust. Her hands scramble at your hips, seeking purchase as she fights for the sensation of being filled and the desperate need to breathe. Her eyes roll wildly in their sockets, vision blurring from lack of oxygen and the intensity of feelings coursing through her body. The hot spike of release claws at her, threatening to overwhelm as she feels you tense inside her mouth.

"I-I'm c-comi..." she manages to get out between desperate gasps for air.

The hot rush of your release fills her mouth and throat, triggering her orgasm as you finally give her air again. She gags on the thick, salty fluid and struggles to swallow, tears stinging her eyes from the force of your withdrawal. Her body quakes and shudders in aftershocks of pleasure as she lies gasping and spent at your feet.

Looking up at you through a haze of satisfaction, she realizes that for now... she is truly yours. "That was..." she begins hoarsely, voice still ragged from the exertion, "...quite intense."

Her breath hitches as she feels you behind her, rubbing your cock against her sensitive clitoris. She tilts her head back, arching her hips into the contact, desperate for more. Her fingers dig into the floor, leaving claw marks in the concrete as she tries to focus on what you're doing and not give into the urge to come apart beneath your touch.

"Fuck..." she moans, feeling deliriously close already. "Don't stop... please." She can feel the tension coiling tightly in her belly, growing more intense with every passing second as you continue to tease and torment her most sensitive spot.