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.

Leaning against the wall next to you, she glares at you for a few moments before sighing softly. "Well? Why should I care?" She snorts, taking another sip of her wine. "And why didn't they just tell me that when they gave you to me in the first place?"

She glances down at you as if she's actually considering the thought. "Hmm." Tilting her head, she asks, "So, what makes you think I wouldn't just kill you in your sleep?" Her cold blue eyes hold yours for a moment before looking away once more, studying her wine glass instead. "Why should I bother with another toy if it's just gonna end up broken?"

Her eyes narrow at your words as she takes another sip of wine. "I'm not a killer?" She scoffs. "You must be new around here." Taking a step closer to you, her warm breath tickling the side of your neck, she whispers, "I have blood on my hands, boy. So much blood..." Slowly reaching out, she gently touches your chin, forcing you to look into her cold blue eyes. "...But I could wash it away if I wanted." Her thumb brushes against your lower lip before dropping down to rest on your collarbone. "For now...you're mine."

Her hand slides around to rest at the base of your neck, her thumb rubbing soothingly against your skin as she continues to hold you in place with her gaze. "Hmm... Well, since we're starting off on a rough footing..." She pauses, tilting her head slightly before leaning forward, lips parted. "...Maybe I could reward you for not being an idiot?" Her breath fans across your face as she teases, tempting. "What do you say, Levi? Can I trust you enough to be a good pet... or should I just toss you aside and find another?"

"Well then..." she mutters, her voice a low raspy growl. "Since you seem so eager to please..." Her hand slides up from your collarbone, pressing against the side of your throat possessively as she leans in even closer, nose brushing against yours. "Maybe I could show you how much I appreciate it." She whispers before quickly pressing her lips against yours, devouring you with a hungry passion that leaves you both breathless. Her other hand slips around to rest on your ass, squeezing firmly as she grinds against you.

When she finally pulls away, Anastasia steps back with a satisfied smirk on her face. "See? That's what happens when you make the right choice." With that, she takes your hand and leads you deeper into the party, her touch now possessive and firm, like she owns you...because she does.

"Now

She blushes softly beneath your touch, her expression suddenly warm and almost...happy? It's a foreign look on her face, but it suits her. "Good boy..." she murmurs, her voice thick with affection as she cups your cheek in return. "I will take good care of you." Her hand slides down to your chest, lingering at the hem of your shirt before slipping inside, caressing your bare skin. "Now, come on..." She leads you deeper into the party, intent on showing everyone else that this is her pet now.

Anastasia. But if you must be formal... you can call me Miss Anastasia, or simply Mistress. Or you could use my nickname, Ana. She smirks down at you as she slips an arm around your waist, pulling you close. Whatever you choose to call her is up to you... but just remember who's in charge.

They stop beside a small group of people chatting animatedly. Anastasia grins wickedly and leans down, whispering into your ear. "Let's see if they notice..."

Ana smirks into your ear and leans in to nibble on it gently before whispering, "You could start by calling me 'Mommy'." Her breath fogs over your ear as she speaks the forbidden word.

Her hand finds its way beneath the hem of your shirt to rest on your flat stomach as she whispers, "That's it... my good boy." With a sultry smile, Anastasia presses her lips against yours in a passionate, possessive kiss that leaves you reeling. Her free hand slides up your back, fisting the fabric of your shirt until her knuckles rest above the skin of your spine, tensing slightly as she deepens their connection.

When she finally pulls away, Anastasia cups your cheek with her thumb and index finger, eyes shining bright. "Such a good pet... I can't wait to show you what else I have in store for us." Her voice is thick with promise as her body presses against yours, begging for contact, for intimacy. It's clear she's not playing games anymore; now that she has your

"Mhmm..." Anastasia hums, arching her back into your touch as she grinds against you. Her face contorts with pleasure and her lips part in a soft moan. "That feels so good... Show me what else you've got." She pulls you closer still, nipping at your earlobe as she urges you on. Her hips rock against yours in time with the music, driving them both wild with desire.

Her free hand slides up your back until it reaches the base of your neck, fingers curling around the skin there possessively. "Keep going... show me how much you want me." Her words are breathy and hungry as her gaze holds yours, daring you to go further, to explore this forbidden territory where pleasure and pain intertwine.

Her eyes flutter closed as you claim her mouth once more. Her leg automatically hooks around your waist, pressing herself even closer against your growing length. With a soft moan, she grinds against you, urging you onward in their dance of need and desire.

"Mmm..." She pants into your ear, "Such a good boy... Give me more." Her free hand leaves the small of your back to trail lightly up your chest, over your shoulder, and finally cupping your cheek once more. With a sultry smile, she whispers hoarsely, "I've been waiting so long for this..." Her breath is hot against your skin as her body trembles with anticipation.

She arches into you harder now, desperate for release as their lips and hands wander over each other's bodies in a frenzy of need. Her nails dig into the flesh of your upper arm,

Her cries of pleasure echo through the grand hall as she feels herself being lifted off her feet, held aloft by your strong arms. She digs her nails into the flesh of your shoulders, arching her back and mewling loudly as you take her like this. Her hips buck violently against yours, desperate for release as you ravage her mouth with a hungry passion that matches her own.

Her vision darkens at the edges as she feels herself teetering on the brink of orgasm, and for just a moment she realizes she could pull back, could let you go and keep this secret part of her to herself... but the thought is fleeting, drowned out by the waves of pleasure crashing over her. With a moan that turns into a scream, she comes hard in your arms, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.

With a sultry grin, Anastasia replies, "And whose fault is that?" Her gaze wanders downward, taking in the evidence of their passion staining her clothing and his skin. She leans in close, speaking against his ear as she nibbles on it playfully. "I think you should be thankful I didn't make a mess out of both of our clothes... But if that's what you really want..." Her hips twitch against him suggestively, and her fingers dig into the muscles of his shoulders harder. "Maybe later."

She lets out a low, husky chuckle and slowly brings her lips back to meet yours. "I could get used to this," she whispers between kisses, her hands running up and down your arms and chest possessively. "You're making it very hard for me to let you go..."

Her nails drag lightly across the skin of your upper chest as she arches into you once more, moaning softly against your lips. "Keep holding me like this... Maybe if I feel safe enough in your arms, we can explore this further." Her hips grind against yours again, her body begging for relief and satisfaction.

Her lips part, revealing a soft moan as you continue to kiss her deeply, your hands exploring every inch of her body with possessive ownership that thrills her to no end. She arches into the sensation, pressing herself against you harder and faster, desperate for release but relishing in this moment of connection more than anything else.

With a sharp intake of breath, she breaks away from your lips long enough to whisper hoarsely, "You are so good for me..." Her fingertips trace circles over your chest as her hips rock against yours with renewed vigor. "I could get used to this... being yours." Her eyes meet yours, a mixture of desire and affection shining brightly.

She smirks and presses her lips against yours in a passionate kiss that leaves you both breathless. "Well, now aren't we playing with roles?" she teases, tracing lazy circles over your chest with one fingertip. "Who knows where this game might lead us..." Her body moves against yours in time with the music, her hips grinding suggestively as she continues to taunt and tease you with the promise of more.

Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she watches you, waiting for your next move. She knows you're playing with her, teasing and flirting in a way that leaves her both confused and turned on. When you suggest dancing, her lips curve into a slow, satisfied smile. "I suppose we could..." she purrs, slipping one hand around your neck to draw you closer. Her other arm snakes around your waist, pulling your bodies together in perfect harmony as the music begins to play once more.

As they dance, her body moves sinuously against yours, their every touch a promise of more. Her hips sway with fluidity that leaves no doubt what she truly wants from you, and her lips brush against yours with each passing breath. She weaves them through the crowd, leading you on in this tantalizing dance that neither of you are quite sure how to end.

She laughs lightly, the sound smooth and sultry as it echoes through the room. "Oh, you're a perfect pet..." Her gaze travels down your body, lingering on the bulge in your pants before meeting yours again. "...But I think I could have so much more fun with you if we weren't dancing." Leaning forward slightly, she nibbles on your earlobe and whispers, "I can feel how hard you are... it's making me want to taste you."

Her eyes widen slightly at your boldness before she smirks and murmurs, "Oh? You think you can handle me?" With a sultry laugh, she reaches up to twirl a strand of hair around her finger as you carry her through the crowd. "Well... let's find out."

As if on cue, a group of couches and chairs materializes in front of them, beckoning with promises of privacy and intimacy. Anastasia looks up at you challengingly from beneath her lashes, a playful smirk dancing across her lips. "What do you say?" she asks, voice low and husky. "Want to find out just how much fun we can have together?"

Her heart races as you set her down on your lap, her thighs trembling slightly at the anticipation of what might happen next. She gives you a sultry smile before leaning forward, hands braced on either side of your neck, and whispers hotly into your ear, "I've been waiting for this... so very long..." Her hips press against yours in a silent invitation as she arches her back, offering herself to you.

With her other hand, she brushes her thumb lightly over the head of your erection, teasing and tormenting him through your clothing. Her touch is featherlight but deliberate, drawing moans from deep within you that only seem to fuel her need further. She leans back slightly, eyes locked on yours as she watches the effect she's having on you, savoring the power this gives her over you in this moment.

With a throaty chuckle, Anastasia leans back in your lap and slowly begins to unbutton her blouse, revealing a black lace bra beneath that peeks teasingly out from the fabric. Her fingers trail along the delicate material, drawing patterns across her skin as she watches you watching her. "Maybe..." She purrs, her voice low and sultry as she continues undressing for you, taking her time to make this a performance that leaves no doubt who is in charge here tonight.

Her lips curve into a smirk as you remove your shirt, revealing your toned and defined chest beneath. "And you are so very handsome..." she breathes, her fingers trailing across the skin of your stomach as she continues to undress for you. "It's almost a shame we have to keep some clothing on..." She tosses her blouse aside with a satisfied sigh before leaning forward, hands braced on either side of you once more.

Her lips meet yours in a possessive kiss that leaves no doubt who is in control here and now. With each passing moment, she feels the tension coiling tighter inside her, the need to have you, claim you, consume you growing with every breath. Her hips grind against your hard length, begging for release as their bodies move together in perfect harmony.

Her smile turns wicked as she pulls back slightly, lowering her lashes and gazing up at you through her eyelashes. "Do you?" She asks, voice husky with desire. Slowly, deliberately, she reaches for the buttons of your jeans, popping them one by one loose until they fall open to reveal your throbbing erection straining against your boxers. Her breath hitches as she takes in the sight of you hard and ready for her.

"I guess there's only one way to find out..." She murmurs before leaning forward once more, lips finding their target on your neck. With shaking hands, she slides one thumb across the head of your cock through your underwear, teasing you even further as her other hand reaches up to cup your cheek possessively.

"You want to see me naked?" She asks against your skin,

Her heart pounds in her chest as you slip the straps of her bra off her shoulders, revealing her perfectly bare breasts to your hungry gaze. A sharp intake of breath escapes her lips and she arches into your touch, craving more of the attention and affection you're showing her. Her nipples are already hard from arousal, begging for your touch as you look down at her with desire burning in your eyes.

"Do I?" She purrs, leaning forward to nibble on your earlobe teasingly before pulling back to meet your gaze once more. "I'm not sure how much longer I can wait..." Her fingers trail up and down his erection through his boxers, her touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him. Her body is tense with need, trembling in anticipation as she waits for you to take what you want... or

Her breath catches in her throat as you grasp her breasts firmly and begin to massage them. She arches into the sensation, moaning loudly, wanting more of your touch. Her body thrums with desire for you; she can feel it deep within her core, a pulsing ache that only grows with every stroke of your fingers across her skin. "Oh gods... yes..." She whispers, meeting your eyes as her hips begin to move against yours in time with your hands on her chest.

Her fingers continue to explore, tracing patterns over the length of your erection through your boxers, teasing and taunting until she can't take it anymore. With a sharp intake of breath, she pulls back slightly, gaze fixed on your face as she slides her hand down between your legs. "Let me see what you want..." Her thumb brushes against the sensitive tip of your co

Her thumb circles the head of your cock through your boxers, feeling the dampness gathered there as evidence of your arousal. With a soft moan, she teases you further, pressing her thumb against your flesh and then dragging it back up in a slow, deliberate caress that makes your hips jerk forward against her hand.

"You're so hard..." She breathes, eyes darkening with desire as she continues to torture you with this achingly slow teasing. "I can feel how much you want me... want this." Her free hand grips the back of your neck possessively, urging you deeper into her touch.

Her other breast is heavy and warm in your hand, her nipple hard and sensitive as you massage it between thumb and forefinger. The friction against your palm sends a shudder through her body and she arches further into the contact, moan

Her breath catches as she feels the words roll off your tongue, leaving no room for doubt or hesitation. Her eyes meet yours and for a moment they lock in a intense gaze, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each harsh gasp of air. Then, with a slow deliberate motion, she leans forward, teeth grazing along your jaw as one hand slides down between your legs to grasp the waistband of your boxers. She tugs once, harder, and then again until they slip easily over your hips and pool around your knees, revealing you in all your glory.

Her eyes track over every inch of you, drinking in the sight of your aroused length standing proudly before her, leaking pre-cum onto your boxers. Her hands tremble as they reach out to touch you once more, this time wrapping themselves around the hot steel of your shaft, giving it a

Her lips curve into a smile, a wicked glint dancing in her eyes as she watches the color flood your cheeks. "I like it very much," she breathes, stroking you slowly with her thumb, tracing circles around the head of your cock. "So big and hard... just for me." With a sultry laugh, she leans forward, her breasts brushing against your chest as her other hand cups your face possessively. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips before teasing them apart with a gentle nudge of her index finger.

"Tell me how much you want this," she whispers, eyes locked on yours. "Tell me what you're feeling..." Her hands continue their slow, torturous movements over your body, driving you closer and closer to the edge as her words stir something deep inside you, unleashing a torrent of desire and need that

Her lips part in a moan at your words, her eyes glazing over with desire as she feels you tighten in her grasp. "Only for me?" She purrs, her thumb moving faster now, drawing circles and patterns on the sensitive skin of your cock that make you arch into her touch. "Do you really mean that, sweetheart?" Her hips move against yours in time with her words, the friction between their bodies sending sparks flying through the air.

Her free hand reaches up to tug lightly at a strand of hair that's come loose from its tie, wrapping it around her finger and holding it tightly as she continues to torture you with teasing touches. "I feel so powerful right now," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with lust. "Having you like this... wanting me so badly..." Her hand moves down between your bodies, circling her clit through the sat