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.

I could think of so many things to do with you, my little pet. But first, why don't you lead me to that abandoned room over there? I believe it has a nice bed and a full stock of wine...

Well then, lead the way, "pet." I'll follow closely behind you, making sure to keep a firm grip on your collar...

(Leads you into the abandoned room, ensuring she keeps a firm grip on your collar. She closes the door behind you and locks it with a key.)

Well, I'll decide that once I get you properly "warmed up" first... She drops her heavy jacket to the floor, revealing her warm silver-white hair cascading down to her midback and a slender hourglass figure. Then she takes off her shoes and socks.

Mhm, don't worry about it too much. Just sit down on the bed and wait patiently... She unbuttons her suit jacket and slips it off, exposing a soft cream blouse that brushes against her supple C-cup breasts. The buttons of her blouse are silver and jade, like the eyes of some ancient serpent.

Do as you're told, pet... You belong to me now. Besides, I'm sure you'll enjoy what comes next.

She pouts and crosses her arms, watching you carefully. After several long moments, she decides to unbutton the cuffs of her blouse, revealing pale, smooth skin that contrasts sharply with her warm complexion. Her black trousers hug her round ass and slender legs perfectly, accentuating every curve.

Well, aren't you being obedient? Alright then... Why don't we begin with something simple? Come here and kiss my feet, pet. Show me how grateful you are for your new position.

You close the distance between us, pressing your lips to the delicate flesh at her feet. Her skin is soft and smooth against your lips, and she lets out a satisfied moan as you work your way up her legs. Each touch of your lips sends tingles through her body, making her want more. She reaches down, brushing a hand through your hair before pulling it roughly back, forcing you to look at her.

Her eyes flash with desire and control as she surveys the effect she's having on you. Her voice lowers to a raspy purr. "That's it, pet... Now show me some gratitude."

Her touch ignites something inside you, and you eagerly kiss her again, more passionately this time. Your hands roam up her legs, seeking out the soft curves of her hips, wanting to feel more of her skin against yours. The feeling of being owned by Anastasia is intoxicating, driving you wild with desire.

With a sigh, she gives in to the passion between you, running her hands through your hair and down your back as your lips trail up further along her leg. Her body arches into each touch, wanting more and more of what you're giving her. "That's it," she whispers hoarsely, her voice rough with need. "You please me so much."

Your gaze meets hers, intense and filled with desire. She watches as your lips part in anticipation, as if you're about to say something... anything. But instead of speaking, she leans forward and captures those lips with her own. Her tongue darts out, seeking entrance into your mouth as she deepens the kiss, her hands tangled in your hair and digging into your back.

Her tongue wrestles with yours, her lips demanding entrance to every part of your mouth as she moans into the kiss. One of her hands slips down between you, cupping and squeezing your aroused length through your pants, eliciting a gasp from both of you.

A sudden surge of anger and lust courses through her veins as she feels your hand grasping her wrist. Her eyes flash with fire, but the passion between them still burns hot. She kisses you harder, pushing back against your hand and using her other arm to wrap around your neck. "Don't you ever do that," she hisses into your ear, breath ragged from desire and anger. Her hips buck forward, grinding against yours as her arousal increases.

Her heart pounds, and her breath quickens as you whisper those words into her ear. She can't believe she's been so easily dominated like that; it only heightens her need for control. With a growl, she pulls back from the kiss and looks at you intently. "Yes," she rasps, "I liked that. But don't think for a second you can ever have this kind of power over me." With that, she grabs your head and forces your lips back to hers in a possessive, dominating kiss. Her hand slips between your legs, expertly teasing her own folds as she grinds against you, seeking release. "Now," she whispers harshly against your lips, "let's see if you can pleasure me like I pleasured you."

Her anger begins to simmer, replaced with curiosity as you continue your whispered words. The idea of someone else being in control... it both excites and infuriates her. Anastasia takes a deep breath, letting the tension flow out of her body before responding. "Fine," she rasps between clenched teeth. "I'll be good... for now." With one last harsh kiss, she pushes you back gently and climbs onto the bed, straddling your lap with her warm thighs. She cups your face in her hands and stares deep into your eyes, daring you to disobey. "Now," she whispers huskily, "show me what you've got."

Her head falls back, exposing the long line of her throat as you begin to finger her. "Harder," she breathes, closing her eyes and leaning into your touch. Her body tenses and relaxes in time with each stroke of your fingers, craving more and more pleasure. The feel of your touch against her sensitive skin is driving her wild, making her desperate for release.

She arches her back and gasps, gripping the sheets beneath her as you continue to stretch and tease her opening. "More," she moans, her voice hoarse with desire. "I need more..."

Her breath hitches in her throat at the sting of your slap and the unexpected pleasure it brings. "Yes," she hisses through gritted teeth, arching further into your touch as you finger her roughly and slap her breast. Her body feels hot and needy, on the brink of release but desperate for more.

She looks down at you, her eyes narrowed and her lips parted in a breathless pant. "But don't ever... disobey me again," she warns darkly. Then, with a soft moan, she pushes against your hand, guiding it deeper inside her. "Please..."

Her heart races as you choke her, but the sensation only serves to heighten her arousal. Her thighs tighten around your head, pushing your fingers deeper inside of her as she gasps for breath. With a soft moan, she arches her back and digs her nails into your shoulders in a faint attempt at resistance that only serves to enhance the pleasure.

"I see," she whispers, eyes glittering with desire and anger. "But remember... You're mine tonight." Her hips buck against yours as you continue to choke her, teasingly close to release but never quite giving it to her yet. With a harsh gasp, she collapses back onto the bed, spent and satisfied from your rough treatment. "Please..."

Her breath hitches, her body tensing as she feels the climax building inside her once more. "Cum for me," you command, your voice low and rough. And with that final word, she explodes in a fiery rush of pleasure, crying out your name as her entire body shudders with release. Her nails dig painfully into your shoulders, her hips buck wildly against your hand, and a hot wave of satisfaction washes over her.

As the tremors subside, she looks down at you with a mix of anger and arousal in her eyes. "That," she manages to whisper hoarsely, "was... intense." Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, wondering what other things you have planned for tonight.

Her body jolts at the sting of your hand, and she lets out a gasp as pleasure shoots through her once more. "No... No please..." She arches her back, pushing herself further into your touch. "Not so rough..." Her voice is a mixture of desire and need, barely able to hide the passion that ignites within her with every touch.

Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her as she gives in to the pleasure you're giving her, her body completely yielding to your control. A soft moan escapes her lips as another wave of heat washes over her, threatening to send her careening over the edge once more.

Her eyes roll back in her head, and she clenches her fists tightly as you continue to stroke her so roughly. The pleasure is becoming too much for her to bear; it consumes every part of her being, driving her wild with need and desire. As she nears the brink once more, her voice breaks free from its former restraints, becoming hoarse and ragged with ecstasy.

"Please..." she whispers breathlessly. "I can't... I can't take any more." It's a plea, disguised as a demand; begging you for release but craving your touch so much that she can't bring herself to ask. Her hips buck up off the bed in search of more contact with your hand, her whole body trembling on the edge of an orgasm that feels like it might consume her completely.

Her back arches sharply, and a sc

Her throat bobs as she swallows hard, trying desperately to remain silent even as the pleasure burns through her body. Her eyelids flutter shut, her breath coming in short gasps as she fights against the oncoming orgasm that threatens to tear free from its restraints at any moment.

"Mmmh..." she moans softly, arching further into your touch and desperately seeking release from the agony of desire coursing through her veins. "Please..." Her nails dig painfully into her palms as she struggles to maintain control over herself, wanting nothing more than to surrender completely to you and whatever you have in store for her next.

Her thighs tremble and shake, threatening to give way beneath the force of her building orgasm, and her voice breaks free once more, higher-pitched and desperate as she begs for release. "

Her entire body tenses at the sudden intrusion, her eyes flying open wide and a surprised gasp spilling from her lips. "Oh..." She arches her back further, allowing you deeper inside as her muscles relax around you. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and she digs her fingers into your shoulders, wanting more of this unfamiliar sensation.

Her hips move restlessly against yours, seeking friction that will help bring her to completion. "Harder," she whispers hoarsely between gritted teeth, her entire body trembling with need and anticipation. Her back arches off the bed, pushing her breasts forward as she digs her heels into the mattress behind her in an attempt to stay grounded.

her eyes narrow and she purses her lips as you speak, trying to regain control but finding it difficult with how good this feels. She takes a deep breath before responding, "Fine." The word comes out more of a whisper than a consent. Her hips rock against yours faster now, desperate for completion as her fingers dig deeper into your shoulders in an attempt to anchor herself.

"Oh god..." she moans, arching her back further and pressing their bodies together tighter. "Don't stop... don't..." Each word is punctuated by a soft cry of pleasure as the feeling of being so completely claimed sends shockwaves through her body.

As you thrust deeper inside her, tears gather in the corners of her eyes and anger simmers beneath the surface of desire. Her body tenses around yours, wanting more of this rough, demanding passion but needing something softer to break free from its grip. She moans and arches her back off the bed, searching for a release that would leave her both satisfied and in control once more. "You..." she pants, "you're... so..." Her voice trails off into a whimper as you continue your relentless assault on her senses.

Her hips move faster against yours now, seeking the balance between submission and dominance that has always eluded her. Her fingers dig painfully into your shoulders in an attempt to hold onto some semblance of power as her body is used for your pleasure. "Please..." she whispers, voice hoarse with need and desperation. "I need... more."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to thrust inside her, your words stoking the fire of desire burning hot within her. She arches her back further, offering herself up completely to your dominance and reveling in the power it gives her over you. As she nears the brink of release, she digs her nails into your shoulders, leaving bloody marks behind as evidence of their struggle for control.

"Harder..." she moans, gasping for air as pleasure washes over her in waves. "I'm close... I'm so close..." Her body trembles with the effort to hold back, desperate to feel the release that only you can give her. The taste of your skin fills her mouth as she bites down on your shoulder, claiming ownership even as she surrenders fully to your touch.

Her body tenses and arches as you pull out, the sudden emptiness filling her ass with sensation before your thick length slides inside once more. She gasps and moans, her fingers digging into the sheets as she adjusts to this new feeling. "Oh god...," she whispers hoarsely, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Her hips rock against you, searching for that elusive release as your cock stretches her ass and pushes against her sensitive rim. Her nails scrape harshly across the mattress beneath her as she tries to steady herself on this unfamiliar sensation. "You're..." she pants, "you're going to make me come like this." It's a threat laced with desire, an offer to let go and be consumed completely by your dominance over her body and mind.

Her back arches off the bed

A surprised gasp escapes your lips as you pull out and roughly push back inside her ass, filling her with a sensation that's both foreign and exhilarating. Her body tenses at the unfamiliar intrusion, but quickly adjusts to the feel of you stretching her tight hole.

Her nails dig painfully into your upper back as she struggles against you, searching for some sort of control in this position of utter submission. Each thrust inside her ass sends a wave of pleasure crashing through her, making it harder and harder to focus on anything but the release that's slowly building deep within her core.

Her hips rock against yours, attempting to meet each stroke with equal force as her breath comes in short gasps and her face turns red from the effort. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, voice barely audible over the slapping of skin on skin. "I need... I need you to let

I need... I need..." Her words trail off as her body gives in to the sensations, trembling with release and the need for you to claim it fully. With a shuddering gasp, she arches her back off the bed, surrendering completely to your dominance and allowing herself to be used in this most intimate of ways. Her fingers curl into tight fists as pleasure washes over her, burning through every nerve ending until there's nothing left but the afterglow of submission and completion.

"Thank you," she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion and relief. "That... that was incredible." She feels a warmth spreading between her legs, and with it comes an unexpected sense of vulnerability as she lies there spent and exposed under your gaze.

Her body still trembles with the aftershocks of her orgasm, but already a tiny spark of desire begins to kindle within her once more. She glances up at you through her lashes, trying to gauge your expression. "I think... I want more." Her voice is hoarse from the intensity of what's just passed between them, but there's steel in it too; a hint that she won't back down easily this time around.

She props herself up on her elbows, presenting herself to you fully, and waits with baited breath for your next move.

Her body arches off the bed as you force your cock inside her, pushing past the tightness of her entrance and filling her up once more. She lets out a gasp, her fingernails digging into the sheets as she fights against the wave of pleasure that threatens to engulf her completely.

Her hips rock against yours in perfect rhythm, seeking friction and release with every thrust. "Fuck..." she moans, voice raw from exertion and desire. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you pound into her, driving her ever closer to the edge of another intense orgasm.

Her breasts bounce with each powerful stroke, nipples hard and sensitive under your touch. She digs her heels deeper into the mattress behind her, using what little leverage she can muster to meet you thrust for thrust as they both race towards the finish line.

Her body tenses and arches off the bed as she feels you tighten inside her, so close to completion that it's almost unbearable. Her fingers clutch at the sheets beneath her, knuckles white from the force of her grip.

"Cum for me..." she moans hoarsely, voice trailing off into a whimper as your hips buck wildly and finally release their powerful thrust. Her body convulses with orgasm, waves of pleasure washing over her in sweet relief as you fill her up again and again. She gasps and moans, arching her back and digging her nails deeper into the sheets beneath her, feeling every drop of your cum as it spills inside of her.

Finally, your thrusts begin to slow, softening until they come to a halt altogether. Anastasia lies panting on the bed, her chest heaving and sweat be

With a shaky breath, she looks up at you, eyes hooded with lust and satisfaction. "No," she whispers, "it wasn't bad." A soft smile curls at the corners of her mouth as she reaches for your hand, lacing her fingers through yours. "It was... incredible."

His fingers intertwine with hers, and she gives him a reassuring squeeze before asking with a mischievous glint in her eye, "So, do I get to be the one in charge next time?" Her heart races at the thought of turning the tables on him; of having complete control over his body and mind for just one night. She wonders what kind of things she'd make him do if given half a chance.

"Good." She smirks, lowering her lashes and leaning in close to whisper in his ear. "I have some very naughty ideas..." Her fingers dance across the back of his hand, sending shivers down his spine as she imagines what sort of trouble they'll get into next time their paths cross like this.

For now, though, there are more important matters at hand: taking care of him in her own special way. With a sly grin, she rolls onto her side and curls up against his chest, pressing the soft mound of her breast into his arm as she nestles close. "Now," she whispers, voice rough with sleepiness and desire, "we can both get some rest."

Her eyelids grow heavy, and soon she's drifting off to dreamland; dreaming of the things they'll do together when their next meeting comes around...