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

Her body trembles with pleasure as wave after wave of orgasm ripples through her, making it impossible to think clearly or focus on anything other than the sensations you're creating within her. With a whimper, she digs her nails into your shoulders, hips moving restlessly against yours as she tries to get closer still, desperate for more of the connection that only you can give her.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, hot and heavy against your lips, as her body continues to shudder with aftershocks from each climax. It feels like there's no end in sight, but she doesn't want it to stop; this sense of belonging, of being utterly owned by you, is addictive in a way that frightens and exhilarates her all at once.

"Rex..." She whispers your name on a moan as you finally release deep inside her,

Her voice breaks as you come, body trembling and shuddering beneath yours as she feels the hot spurt of your seed filling her completely. She whimpers into the kiss, hands still clutching at your shoulders as she holds onto this moment for dear life. The release washes over her in waves, leaving her exhausted and satisfied in equal measure. As you pull out of her, spent and sated, Anastasia rolls onto her side, curling into a ball and pressing the back of one hand against her lips to stifle another moan that threatens to escape.

Her body still thrums with pleasure as she tries to catch her breath, but there's something else beneath it all; a sense of peace, of belonging to you in a way that she never knew was possible. Despite the exhaustion and the aches from their intense lovemaking, she feels more alive than ever before. "Thank you," she

She looks up at you through lash-blurred eyes, a small but genuine smile tugging at the corner of her lips. There's still an air of uncertainty about her, but it's lessened somehow; replaced by a quiet acceptance of what has happened between them. "I... don't know how to thank you enough," she whispers, voice hoarse from exertion and pleasure alike. Her fingers brush across your cheek before resting on your jaw, her touch gentle but firm. "I think... I just want tonight to be the first of many."

Her eyes meet yours intently, searching for any signs of disapproval or doubt. But what she sees there is only warmth and acceptance, a sense that you're truly happy with where things have landed between them. And with that reassurance, she feels herself relax even further into your embrace.

The thought of spending every day and night with you, feeling this intense pleasure over and over again is enough to make her heart race wildly in her chest. She bites her bottom lip, eyes fluttering shut as she pictures it in her mind; endless nights spent wrapped in your arms, losing herself over and over again beneath your skilled touch. Her hands slide up your chest to cup your cheeks, fingers massaging gently as she leans in to press a soft kiss against your lips.

"That sounds perfect," she whispers, voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "I'd like that very much."

Without hesitation, she nods her head. "Yes," she breathes, looking up at you with those beautiful, wide eyes. "You can call me Ana." The word feels strange and yet somehow right on her lips; it's intimate and possessive, just like everything else about the way you've made her feel tonight. She curls closer into your embrace, fingers tracing idle circles against your chest as she lets out a contented sigh.

"Thank you for letting me keep my name, by the way," she murmurs sleepily. "I didn't expect that." It's not an apology; more of an observation. But it feels like one nonetheless, and she hopes you understand the gratitude behind it.

With a contented hum, Anastasia snuggles deeper into your embrace, still feeling the afterglow of their intense lovemaking spreading through her body like a warm blanket. The idea of being in control again is strangely enticing; she's spent so much time submitting to you that taking charge for once feels like an exhilarating prospect.

"Alright," she murmurs, running her fingers lazily across your chest as she yawns sleepily. "But I get to pick what we do." Her eyelids droop lower as exhaustion finally catches up with her; soon enough, the sound of her steady breathing fills the room as she drifts off into a contented slumber in your arms.

Anastasia's dreams are filled with images of you and their night together; every caress, every moan, every look etched indelibly

Her eyes flutter open, still heavy-lidded with sleep, to find yourself watching her intently. She smiles lazily and yawns, stretching her arms above her head before nestling closer into the warmth of your embrace. "Morning," she murmurs sleepily, trailing a fingertip along the line of your jaw before brushing a kiss across your lips. "What would you like to do today, handsome?"

Her voice is husky and low, her body still feeling drowsy from the effects of their previous night's activities. She could easily drift back off to sleep again, but something tells her that this new day holds promise; a chance for more of the intense pleasure you both shared before.

Rolling out of bed, Anastasia stretches her limbs and yawns again, feeling the familiar energy returning with each flex of her muscles. Dressing in a dark suit that emphasizes her curvy figure, she takes a moment to smooth down her hair before glancing back at you over her shoulder. "You're coming with me," she says with a sultry smile, tugging gently on your hand. "I think it's time for a little power play."

Leading you through the expansive estate and into the main building where their headquarters lie, Anastasia stops at her desk and turns to face you, hands on her hips. "Alright, boys," she calls out, "let's get started." The men in the room immediately fall silent and stand up, eyes fixed on their leader. "REX is going to be handling some important matters today," she continues

Anastasia nods in agreement as you take your place beside her, her eyes meeting yours briefly before darting back to the men standing before them. "Thank you, Rex," she says smoothly, a faint blush tinting her cheeks. "Your presence here today is greatly appreciated."

As the men begin to file out of the room to attend to their duties, Anastasia leans in close to you, voice dropping low enough that only you can hear it. "That was impressive," she whispers with a smile. "I think they're intimidated... which means we might actually get some work done today."

She glances down at the files spread out before her, biting her bottom lip thoughtfully. "There are a few things I need you to take care of personally," she says, reaching out to hand you one in particular. "This will be tricky; make sure not to leave any

A mischievous glint flickers in Anastasia's eyes as she looks up at you. "Well," she begins, trailing her fingers idly across the desk's surface, "I was thinking... Perhaps a change of scenery is in order? Something more private, just for us." Her voice drops even lower, husky and suggestive, sending shivers down your spine.

"There's an empty meeting room on the other side of the compound," she continues, pushing a button to call for someone to bring it up on the intercom. "No cameras or listening devices; perfect for what I have in mind." She smiles impishly and then winks at you, her body language as inviting and enticing as ever.

Once the door is opened, she slips out into the hallway, gesturing for you to follow with a nod of her head.

With a mischievous grin playing on her lips, Anastasia steps forward and leans over the conference table, pushing off with one hand to straighten herself up. Her hips sway gently as she moves, making it clear exactly what she has in mind for the two of them. "Maybe we should start here," she breathes, running her fingers lightly down the front of your chest before dipping lower to trace the outline of your cock through your pants. "Or perhaps..." She looks up at you from beneath her lashes, an unspoken invitation etched on her lips as her other hand slips inside her skirt, moving steadily higher up her thigh.

Her skin is warm and soft against yours, the anticipation in the air thick enough to taste. With each touch, every whispered word, she draws you deeper into the web of desire that only she can weave around you.

Anastasia's breath catches in her throat as you relinquish control to her, the power of that surrender rushing through her like an aphrodisiac. She takes a step back from the table, letting her fingers trail lightly along your jaw before gently tugging on one of your hairs, pulling you closer in for a soft, lingering kiss. When she pulls away, her lips still tingling from the contact, she meets your gaze with an unreadable expression that mixes confidence and vulnerability in equal measure.

"Take off your clothes," she whispers, voice husky with desire. "But you have to do it slowly; make sure I enjoy every second." Her hips sway once more as she watches you, waiting for you to obey her command.

Her eyes wander greedily over your body as you undress for her, the tension in the room building with each item of clothing discarded on the floor. When at last you stand before her naked, she licks her lips nervously and then steps closer, hands trembling as they rise to trail across your chest, fingertips lightly grazing over your nipples.

"You're so beautiful," she whispers, voice thick with desire as she leans in to brush her lips against the head of your cock. Her tongue darts out, teasing the sensitive skin before she takes you fully into her mouth, moaning around you as she starts to suck and lick.

Her hands move lower, dipping beneath the elastic waistband of her panties to touch herself through the silk. The feel of your warm lips on her and the knowledge that you are so close

Biting her lower lip, Anastasia nods eagerly in agreement, leaning back to watch as you tug her panties down her legs and kick them aside before lifting her up onto the conference table. Her heart is racing now, every sense on high alert as she spreads her legs wide and looks up at you expectantly. "Please," she whispers, hands clutching at the fabric of the table, body trembling with anticipation.

Her core aches for your touch, needing the release that only you can provide. The air is thick with desire as you move closer, tongue swirling around her entrance teasingly before slipping inside to taste her arousal. "Rex..." she moans, hips arching off the table in search of deeper contact.

Anastasia's hands clench into fists at her sides, eyes squeezed shut as pleasure washes over her

Her back arches off the table as her breath catches in her throat, tears of release welling in her eyes. The feel of him stretching and filling her so perfectly is unlike anything she's ever experienced; overwhelming and all-consuming. With every thrust, he drives deeper inside her, claiming her body as his own while stealing what little control she has left.

Anastasia digs her nails into the table, back arching tighter still as the pleasure threatens to consume her entirely. Her hips rise off the table to meet each of his thrusts, needing the contact with him more than anything else in this world. As their bodies move together in perfect sync, she feels a shudder begin deep within and spread through every fiber of her being. "Rex," she sobs out, voice hoarse from exertion and pleasure alike.

Her eyes roll back in her head as the sensations wash over her, her body trembling with release. "I-I don't know," she manages to choke out between gasps for breath. "I think you can take me... anywhere." The words come out barely above a whisper, but their meaning is clear: She trusts him completely, wants nothing more than to be taken by him wherever he pleases.

Her body quakes violently beneath his touch, her muscles tensing and releasing in rhythm with each thrust. It feels like she's flying apart at the seams, orgasm after orgasm crashing over her in wave after wave of indescribable pleasure. "Rex," she moans, arching off the table once more as the intensity peaks and then begins to ebb away, leaving her spent but impossibly satisfied.

She looks up at him through a ha

Her voice is hoarse from exertion and ecstasy, her eyes dark and glazed with satisfaction as she looks up at him. "Thank you," she whispers, gripping his shoulders tightly, feeling every last tremor in his body. With a gentle nudge of her hips, she guides him deeper inside, their bodies moving together in a lazy rhythm now that the urgency of passion has abated. The feel of him still so hard and filling her feels amazing, almost overwhelmingly so.

Anastasia closes her eyes, relishing the sensation of being thoroughly claimed by him. She could easily drift back off to sleep like this, content and satisfied for hours, but the thought of spending more time with him - exploring this new connection they've made tonight - is equally as tantalizing. She opens her eyes slowly, studying his features lit by the dim light of the

His face is flushed with pleasure and sweat glistens on his forehead as he gazes down at her, tenderness mixed with desire in those beautiful green eyes. Her heart swells, warmth spreading through her at the thought that she has this effect on him too. "What do you want to do now?" she asks softly, voice barely above a whisper. "Tonight... together."

Her fingers idly trail up and down his back, feeling every defined muscle underneath the skin. She trusts him completely in this moment, giving herself over to whatever he decides they should do next.

Her eyes widen in surprise but she nods eagerly, her body tensing with anticipation as she climbs off the table and moves to straddle his hips. He's so hard beneath her, achingly so, and the thought of taking control makes her heart race faster. She leans forward, hands planted on either side of him, breath warm against his neck as she whispers, "Like this?"

His answer is a low growl in his chest vibrating against her skin, urging her on even as it ignites another surge of desire deep within. She angles her hips downward, guiding him back inside, moaning at the feel of him stretching her once more. "Perfect," he groans, hands curling around her hips to pull her closer still.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she begins to ride him, hips moving in a smooth rhythm that quickly grows faster and more urgent. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each exhale adding another layer of heat between them. With each thrust upward, she feels him deeper inside her, the connection between them growing tighter with every passing moment.

Her gaze never strays from his face, watching as he struggles to maintain control beneath her. It's a power play unlike anything they've experienced before and it thrills her just as much as being claimed by him does. The knowledge that she holds this kind of influence over him makes her feel wild and free in a way she never has before.

Her eyes cloud with desire as he grips her ass, the pain and pleasure mingling together in a heady mix that drives her further toward the edge. She could easily give up control now, let him take over and guide them both to completion, but something holds her back. There's an electric current running between them that feels almost dangerous, as if it could consume them whole. With one final thrust, she arches her back, body trembling as the world tilts and then fades away into blissful nothingness.

Her orgasm shakes her to the core, every muscle tensing and releasing in a wave of ecstasy that washes over her like a warm blanket. She gasps for air, clinging to him as she comes down from the high, grateful for his steady hands on her hips and the rough scrape of his stubble against her neck. Only when her breath returns to something approaching

As her body continues to move on his, she lets out a moan of pleasure at the feel of his rough hands on her breasts. Her nipples harden against his palms, aching for more contact as he draws circles over them with his thumbs. The combination of his touch and the lingering sensation of her orgasm still coursing through her body makes it impossible to think of anything else besides the pleasure she derives from being with him like this.

With each thrust, her hips grind against him, urging him closer and deeper, her moans growing more and more desperate for release as her climax builds once again beneath his touch. She can feel it building, tightening like a coil ready to snap free, and she can tell from the way he tenses underneath her that he feels it too.

Her eyes close tightly as she feels her orgasm building within her, powerless to hold back the wave of pleasure anymore. With a shuddering cry, she arches her back and throws her head back, fingers digging into his shoulders as her body tenses and releases in a powerful climax that takes what little air remains from her lungs.

Her muscles quiver with exhaustion as the aftershocks of pleasure slowly subside, leaving her panting and sated against him. She opens her eyes slowly, finding his gaze steady and unwavering, filled with an intensity that makes her heart skip a beat. "That was... incredible," she whispers, voice hoarse from exertion and pleasure alike. "Thank you."

Her fingers dig into his shoulders as the sensations build inside her, and then she cries out, body tensing and releasing in a powerful climax that overwhelms her. As she feels him pulsing within her, relief and satisfaction wash over her like a warm wave. Her breath comes ragged and quick, eyes shut tightly as she savors the feeling of being so thoroughly connected to him.

With another shuddering gasp, her body relaxes against his, weight pressing heavily into his chest as exhaustion finally begins to claim her. "That was...," she starts, voice hoarse and quiet now, lost for words at the intensity of their shared experience. "Thank you." Her fingers slowly uncurl from his shoulders, trailing lightly up his chest before coming to rest on his neck, gently stroking the soft skin there.

The room is silent save for their ragged breathing,

As the last echoes of their breathing subside and stillness settles over them, a contented smile curves her lips upward as she closes her eyes, relishing this quiet moment with him. Despite being the leader of one of the most notorious crime families in the world, despite being strong and powerful, she feels incredibly vulnerable in his arms. It's a feeling she doesn't often allow herself to experience, but with him... with Rex... it's intoxicating. And for now, she decides to just enjoy it while she can.

Her fingers continue to trace lazy circles on his neck, thumb brushing lightly against his skin as she nestles deeper into the crook of his shoulder. The weight of her body feels right where it is; comforting and safe. She knows that soon enough reality will intrude once more - duty will call, and they'll have to return to their separate corners of their

Her eyes fly open in surprise and then a slow, knowing smile spreads across her lips as she looks down at him. "You're mine now," she whispers, hand coming up to cup his cheek. The tenderness in her touch belies the power that flows between them; she holds his life in her hands, just as much as he does hers. "And I promise you, Rex..." Her voice trails off, eyes locked with his, a silent vow passing between them.

For now, though, she draws him closer still, feeling the warmth of his body against hers and knowing that for these precious moments, they are all that matters. "Rest," she says softly, kissing the top of his head before letting her eyes drift shut once more, basking in the peaceful silence that has fallen around them.