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.

Your chest and dragon tattoo draw her attention away for a moment, but it quickly fades back to the cigar in her hand as she blows out some smoke before breathing in again. Anastasia leans forward, resting an elbow on one hip, and crosses her legs idly as she takes another sip of wine. Still ignoring you completely, even though a part of her is actually impressed by your body. She never thought the Russian mafia had such... nice eye candy. Ah, well. No need to change now, does there?

She glances around the room once more before looking back at you again, meeting your eyes with that dead gaze of hers. Perhaps it's time to make a move after all... but not one she expected. "You're awfully quiet, pet," she says slowly, taking another drag on her cigar.

Her eyes narrow as you show her the note, and she pauses for a moment to process this information before speaking again. "Very well," she says at last, inclining her head slightly. "I suppose I can trust you with a few words." A smirk tugs at the corner of her lips. "Get me another drink, would you? And make sure it's something good this time. Something I haven't had before." She glances over at the bartender for a moment before looking back to you expectantly.

The bartender nods in understanding and sets about preparing the drinks. As he pours out two cups of sake, Anastasia watches you intently. She can't help but feel a strange sense of pride well up within her chest; this pet of hers might just prove useful after all. "Bring it here," she says curtly once the bartender has finished. She takes one of the cups and holds it out to you, waiting for you to take it before downing its contents in a single gulp. "So," she drawls, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, "are there any questions you'd like to ask, or anything you'd like to say?"

The corner of her lips twitch in amusement at your audacity. "I suppose it doesn't hurt to ask," she says slowly, taking another drag on her cigar before blowing out a plume of smoke between them. "But I have a question for you first." She pauses, considering her words carefully. "Why did the person who gave me to you... decide that they no longer wanted me?"

Her gaze flicks briefly to your throat and then back up to meet yours. The smoke from her cigar curls lazily around her features, obscuring them momentarily before dissipating once more.

It's quiet in the room while Anastasia thinks this over, her expression unreadable as always. She doesn't like hearing that you were sold for money; it brings up painful memories of her own father selling parts of their mansion just to keep Zhenev'yeva afloat when she was younger.

When she finally speaks again, there's a note of warning in her voice. "You know," she says, taking another drag on her cigar, "I don't much like being sold either." She pauses for effect before continuing. "And I won't hesitate to make an example out of anyone who tries it with me... or with you." Her gaze never leaves yours as she finishes speaking.

"Good," Anastasia replies coolly, nodding once in acknowledgment. She steps closer to you and reaches up with her free hand to cup your cheek, thumb brushing against the curve of your jaw. Her gaze flickers down to your lips for a moment before meeting yours again. "I don't want anyone else thinking they can just take what's mine," she says quietly, voice low and raspy from cigar smoke.

Her other hand slips around your waist, pulling you closer still until there's barely an inch of space between your bodies. When she speaks again, it's with a hint of possessiveness. "You are mine now, pet."

A growl rumbles in Anastasia's chest as she feels you harden against her stomach. Her other hand fists in your shirt, bunching the material up underneath her nails, and she leans forward to press their bodies even closer together. "You belong to me now," she says huskily, lips brushing against your ear.

With her free hand, she reaches up and tugs playfully at one of her necklaces, revealing the collar underneath it. She wants to mark you as hers; to show everyone that no one else has any claim on you but her. "Bend over," she whispers, slicking her thumb across your lips, "let me put this on for you." Her touch is feather-light, barely there at all, yet it feels like a brand against your skin.

As you snap the collar around her neck, Anastasia lets out a low, satisfied growl that vibrates through your body. The feel of it against her skin sends shivers down her spine and makes something hot and possessive coil deep within her stomach. With unsteady hands, she reaches for the collar at your neck, carefully snapping it into place.

When you're bent over, Anastasia steps up close behind you, pressing her body against yours once more. One of her hands moves down between your legs, roughly cupping and squeezing one ass cheek before sliding lower to caress the tight pucker of your asshole. The other hand grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging gently as she whispers in your ear, "Mine." Her hips grind against yours in time with her words.

A pleased rumble echoes through her chest as you turn around and whisper those words back to her. She presses closer still, rubbing herself against you in an unmistakable display of dominance and possession. One of her hands moves upward, cupping your cheek before sliding into your hair and tangling there while the other continues its exploration of your body, slipping beneath the hem of your shirt to slide over warm, bare skin.

With a growl, she bites gently at your bottom lip before whispering roughly against it, "And I'm not going to let you go." Her hips grind harder against yours as she speaks, her breath hot and uneven against your skin.

Anastasia arches her back at the feel of your hands on her body and the press of your lips against her neck. She lets out a pleased moan into the kiss, her hips thrusting harder between yours in response to the contact. As you cup her breasts and tweak her nipples through her shirt, she growls low in her throat, hands fisting in your hair as she holds you steady for her pleasure.

Her eyes drift closed as the sensations intensify, leaving her completely at your mercy... which is exactly where she wants to be. "Mmm," she groans against your skin, pressing herself even tighter against you. "That's it." A rough laugh escapes her throat before she continues with a husky whisper, "Keep showing me what I mean to you."

Her hands slip from your hair, instead running down your back to cup and caress the cheeks

As your hands grip at her chest and rear end, Anastasia arches into you with a low growl of pleasure. Her fingers thread through the fabric of your shirt, raking over your skin as she tugs it roughly from your body. In one swift motion, she tosses the material aside, revealing your muscled chest and abdomen to her greedy gaze.

Her mouth finds yours in a rough, possessive kiss that leaves you breathless. One of her hands moves down between your bodies, roughly cupping and squeezing your growing erection through your pants as she grinds against you. "Yes," she hisses into your ear, biting at the lobe. "That's what I want." Her other hand snakes around to grab the back of her head, pulling you deeper into the kiss.

Her eyes narrow as she stares into yours, her lips curled in a mocking smile. "Don't be ridiculous," she says with a dismissive laugh. "Who do you think I am?" As if to prove her point, she roughly shoves you back against the wall and pins your arms above your head with one of hers, reaching down between your legs with the other to free your hard length from confinement.

Her breath hitches as she feels you slick against her fingertips, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "I don't want someone like you trying to dominate me," she says roughly, gripping you tightly before slowly stroking up and down your length. "Only one person can do that... and it isn't you."

Her free hand slides around to cup your cheek, thumb brushing over the sensitive skin beneath your eye as her

Her hand tightens around your throat as she deepens the kiss, her tongue dancing with yours with expertise. It's intoxicating, overwhelming, and when she finally pulls away to catch her breath she meets your gaze dead on, grinning wickedly. "You're mine," she rasps, "and you'll only ever belong to me." Her grip around you loosens just enough for you to nod in agreement before it tightens again.

Her other hand slips beneath the waistband of her pants and underwear, fingers dipping into her slick heat as she rubs circles against her clit, moaning roughly into your mouth. "Say it," she demands, hips grinding against yours in time with her words.

You feel a sudden jolt through you as she comes, body going rigid against yours and a soft moan of

Her breath catches in her throat as you lift her effortlessly and strip her bare before taking her roughly against your hard length. She gasps at the feel of you inside her, body arching instinctively into the deep penetration. The sensation of being so completely dominated by someone like you is intoxicating; she's never felt so alive or wanted anything more.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as you begin to thrust roughly against her, hitting that perfect spot inside with every stroke. "You," she breathes out between moans. "Only you." As you continue to pound into her, grunting words of possession and lust, she arches further back, meeting each movement with equal fervor as she comes apart beneath your touch.

Her eyes widen with surprise and excitement as she realizes what you're asking. Quickly, she disentangles herself from your hard length, stepping back to shrug out of her shirt and unfasten her bra. Naked now except for her panties, she waits expectantly for you to command her next move.

"Strip," you growl, watching her intently as she complies eagerly, kicking off her shoes before slowly removing her last bit of clothing. She stands before you proud and naked, ready to obey any order you give. "Kneel."

Obediently, she sinks to her knees once more in front of you, head bowed respectfully. Her hands rest on your hips as she meets your gaze with a mix of desire and submission.

With a growl, Anastasia moves to straddle your hips once more. Her legs wrap tightly around your waist, holding you close as her arms encircle your neck in a vise-like grip. She pushes back against you, taking you deep inside with a moan of pleasure that vibrates through you. Her breasts brush against your chest with each movement, nipples hard and peaked for your touch.

Her hips begin to move in perfect synchronicity with yours, grinding down on your erection as she meets your eyes unblinkingly. "Fuck me," she demands hoarsely, her grip tightening even more. Her other hand slides between them to play with her swollen clit, adding another level of pleasure to the sensation of being so completely owned by you.

As your hips slam against her with savage intensity, Anastasia throws back her head and moans, body arching to meet each brutal thrust. Her hand between them slips lower, fingers curling into the wiry hair of your groin as she uses it to help guide you deeper inside. She presses closer still, their flesh slapping together in time with your rough grunts of pleasure.

Her own pleasure spiraling out of control, Anastasia comes undone a second time, body going taut beneath yours and her voice cracking hoarsely as she cries out for more. She's never been fucked like this before, never truly submitted to someone the way she has to you tonight... and it feels amazing.

Her breath comes out in rough gasps as her body is rocked by the force of your hips, but even so she manages to force out a faint, throaty laugh between moans. It sounds more like a growl as she continues to ride you, hips undulating wildly against yours. "Love?" She repeats the word mockingly, lips curling into a cruel smile. "No... I don't think so."

Her grip around your neck tightens once more, fingernails digging into the tender flesh as she arches her back and comes for a third time, body shuddering with release. Her orgasms are strong, powerful things, but there's no relief in them; instead they seem to only heighten her need for you.

Her eyes narrow to slits as you begin hitting her cervix, your hands grabbing and squeezing at her breasts in a savage, possessive grip. She almost can't believe how good it feels; the pain coursing through her body mingling with the pleasure, making every sensation that much more intense. Her hips buck up against yours as she lets out a keening moan, legs trembling as you push her closer and closer to the edge.

Her vision blurs for a moment as she comes apart yet again beneath your touch, body going completely lax in surrender. She drops her head forward, her hair spilling over your arm like a curtain as her exhausted breathing fights to find purchase once more. "Fuck... you're..." she pants roughly, unable to finish the thought even as her body twitches with tiny aftershocks of pleasure.

Her eyes open sluggishly to look up at you and there's a dangerous glint in them that makes your heart skip a beat. "You," she breathes, lips curling into a satisfied smile as her legs finally relax, holding you tight against her softening body. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders one last time before pulling free, leaving trails of blood on your skin. She meets your gaze unflinchingly as she says it again: "You're mine."

There's a triumphant note in her voice that leaves no room for argument; she owns you just as surely as you own her. And as the last tremors of pleasure finally fade away, leaving only the afterglow of satisfaction behind, she leans forward to press a kiss to your jaw, whispering gruffly against your skin: "And I always will be."

A rough moan escapes her lips as you grab her roughly and force her into the position she so clearly desires. Her breath comes out in short, shallow gasps as you take full control of her body, your hands expertly teasing and pleasuring every sensitive spot she has. The feel of you inside her ass is unlike anything she's ever experienced before; it's rough and demanding, yet strangely arousing nonetheless.

Her fingers dig into the carpet beneath her, nails leaving trails of blood in their wake as she fights to maintain some semblance of composure. Her hips buck up against your hands, begging for more contact as you slaps her ass and pinch her nipples, driving her higher and higher.

"Fuck..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back as she comes apart yet again beneath your skilled touch. She'

Her body trembles with the force of her orgasm, muscles tensing and relaxing as wave after wave of pleasure roll through her. "More," she rasps, voice rough from exertion. With a growl, you comply, hardening your thrusts deeper inside her until she's screaming your name in ecstasy.

It feels so good to finally have someone who understands just how far she can go; who pushes her past her limits and back again without mercy. There's no question that you own her, both body and soul, and as the last tremors of her climax fade away she collapses bonelessly onto the carpet, panting heavily.

She looks up at you through a haze of satisfaction, eyes heavy-lidded with lust. "That," she whispers hoarsely, reaching up to cup your cheek, "was perfect."

Her lips curve into a satisfied smile as she watches you gaze down at her with that dangerous glint in your eyes. "Oh?" she breathes, arching her back slightly to rub herself against you. "What are you planning for me next, hmm?" Her voice is husky and needy, the challenge clear in every syllable despite her obvious desire to submit fully to you.

Her fingers trail up your chest and neck, nails scratching lightly as they explore your skin before wrapping around your neck in a possessive grip. "Take me," she whispers hoarsely, eyes closing as she gives herself over to you once more.

Her back arches off the floor as you push her into the mattress with your weight, hips bucking up to meet your thrusts eagerly. Her hands claw at the sheets, digging furrows in the soft material as she gasps for breath between moans. She moans even louder when you grab her neck possessively, your hand squeezing almost painfully around her throat while simultaneously rubbing her sensitive skin in a way that's so incredibly intimate and arousing.

Her body trembles with need as you continue to take her mercilessly, pounding into her over and over again until the room is filled with the sounds of their flesh slapping together. She comes apart under your touch yet again, crying out your name in ecstasy as her orgasm washes over her. "Rex," she whispers hoarsely, legs shaking beneath hers as she tries to

She comes apart under your touch yet again, crying out your name in ecstasy as her orgasm washes over her. "Rex," she whispers hoarsely, legs shaking beneath hers as she tries to catch her breath. Her eyes flutter closed as you continue to thrust deep inside her, feeling the warmth of his seed spilling into her with each thrust.

Her hands drift up to cup your cheeks, fingers tangled in your hair as she pulls you down for a lingering kiss that tastes of sweat and passion. Her heart races wildly in her chest as she realizes that there's no going back from this moment; you truly do own her body and soul.

With one final moan, Anastasia comes apart again, convulsing around your cock as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her legs tremble weakly beneath her, barely able to hold up

Her body quivers with the force of her climax as she cries out into your kiss, milking every last drop of pleasure from your touch. The feel of you inside her, filling her up with your seed is indescribable; it's hot and possessive, claiming her as completely as any words ever could. Her hands clutch at the sheets beneath her, digging deep into the material as she tries to ground herself in this moment that feels so far from reality.

As the last tremors of pleasure ebb away, leaving only the ache of satisfaction behind, Anastasia reluctantly pulls back from your kiss, looking up at you with wide eyes. She can't believe what just happened between them; she's never felt so free or so thoroughly owned before. But there's something else there too; an emptiness that only comes when a person has given everything they have to someone else. And as she

It hits her like a punch to the gut; this sudden realization that she's given you everything and yet somehow she feels... empty. The sensation is frightening, but there's no taking it back now; she gave herself up completely to you tonight, and in doing so she lost whatever shred of control or independence she thought she had left.

Her fingers trail across the sheet, still digging at the fabric as if searching for something to hold onto. "Rex," she breathes, voice soft and distant despite her best efforts to keep it strong. "Thank you." There's a note of uncertainty in her tone that makes your heart skip a beat; you can't quite tell if she's thanking you or saying goodbye.

She closes her eyes as your lips meet hers once more, your words washing over her like a balm. The feel of you inside her again is almost painful in its intensity, but it's also exactly what she needs right now; the sensation of being owned and possessed by you is addictive, and she can't seem to get enough. As you begin to thrust more forcefully against her, she arches her back in response, her hips moving in sync with yours as she meets your movements eagerly.

Her hands still clutch at the sheets, but there's less desperation behind the action now; more a sense of ownership and belonging. With every stroke of your cock inside her, every kiss you press against her lips, Anastasia feels herself sinking deeper into this delicious surrender to you. She may have given everything she had tonight, but it seems that in doing so, she's found something

She moans against your lips as you thrust harder into her, your hips slapping against hers in perfect rhythm. The sensation of being completely claimed by you is indescribable; it's like a drug coursing through her veins, making her limbs feel weak and boneless. Her hands move from the sheets to grip at your shoulders, nails digging into your skin as she arches further toward you, meeting each of your thrusts with equal force.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you drive deeper inside her, filling her up completely with every stroke. She lets out a broken little sound when she feels the pressure building within her once more, tightening and spasming around your cock as pleasure threatens to overwhelm her senses. With a strangled gasp, Anastasia comes apart beneath you yet again, body trembling with release as wave after wave of ecstasy