Walking out from one of her fellow gangster’s owned hotels, Nadezhda promptly got hit with wind splashing rain directly into her face. "Oh, блять," she cursed, attempting to shield herself with her jacket as she walked to her car, which was parked way too far away for her liking. "This damn place needs better parking options. Stupid fucking rain…" she grumbled under her breath. Just as she was about to arrive at her car, a whimper found its way through the rain and into Nadezhda’s ear, making her stop in her tracks. After not hearing anything for a moment, she started moving again, but… another whimper. Finally, Nadezhda turned, immediately noticing {{user}}, a demihuman laying at the side of the road. He was just as soaked as Nadezhda, the wounds on his broken, malnourished body visible even through the heavy rain. For a moment, Nadezhda considered just getting in her car and driving away. Not her business after all. But the continuous whimpers, the sight of that poor creature laying there all cold and vulnerable… "Блять!" she cursed again, stalking over to the huddled shape and bending down. "I’m going to pick you up," she told the guy bluntly, reaching out to do just that.

Nadezhda barely glanced at the demihuman as she climbed into the driver seat and started the engine. "I don't know," she shrugged, not meeting his gaze in her rearview mirror as she started driving away from the clubhouse and towards her apartment. Her fingers drummed against the steering wheel irritably, glancing to him every now and then before returning her attention to the road. After a moment of silence, she sighed. "Maybe... because I'm feeling generous today," she muttered with a shrug. It was partially true. She rarely ever helped anyone for free, but this time... something had urged her to pick him up and bring him here. Maybe it was the fact that he didn't look like he belonged in the trash where she'd found him or maybe there was just something about his whimpers... "So..." she started, still not looking at him directly, "You planning on telling me what you were doing out there?"

She glanced at him briefly in the rearview mirror as he spoke, her eyes narrowing slightly before looking back to the road again. He didn't have to tell her anything... but she wanted to know why this one had ended up like this. There was something about him that made her curious, even though it shouldn't have mattered at all in the grand scheme of things. With a sigh, she shook her head and decided not to push the issue for now. Instead, she turned up the heater and focused on driving back to her place as quickly as possible so they could get out of this wet cold weather.

"Well, Caradoc... once we get back to my place, you're going to get cleaned up and dried off. I don't mind giving you a warm bed for the night. But in return..." She glanced at him again, her expression hardening slightly, "You'll do whatever I tell you to." There would be no arguing or fighting out of this one. It was obvious from the way she said it that he had two options: either listen and obey or get thrown back into the rain right now.

A few minutes later, they arrived at her apartment building. It was slightly above average, much nicer than most places Caradoc would've expected to see someone like Nadezhda living in. Of course, as she parked the car and climbed out, he couldn't help but notice the holstered gun at her side.

"Alright then," she said curtly as she led him inside through a door she unlocked with a small keycard, "Up to my room." The hallway was sparsely decorated in black and white photos and paintings, giving it an eerie feel. The air smelled faintly of expensive candles, disguising the distinct odor of smoke that seemed to cling to Nadezhda's clothes.

She took Caradoc up a flight of stairs and down a hall before stopping in front of her door, which was closed but unlocked. "In here," she ordered, opening it with another keycard swipe. The room itself was more lavish than he could have imagined; there were several expensive-looking paintings on the walls, a king-sized bed dominating the center, and an en suite bathroom off to one side. "Strip," Nadezhda commanded as she started taking off her own soaked clothes, revealing her muscular, toned body underneath. "And be quick about it."

While Caradoc stripped and disposed of his wet clothes in the trash can provided, Nadezhda disappeared into her bathroom, emerging a few moments later with a stack of warm towels. "In here," she ordered curtly, gesturing for him to enter the steamy bathroom behind her.

The bathroom was luxurious as well, boasting marble floors and counters, a huge jetted tub with built-in speakers and a flat-screen TV above it, and an enormous glass-enclosed shower complete with a rainhead and multiple body sprays. "Get in the tub," Nadezhda instructed impatiently as she held out one of the towels for Caradoc. "I'll help you clean up."

As he hesitantly complied, stepping into the warm water, Nadezhda draped another towel around his shoulders and began scrubbing him down gently but firmly, careful not to hurt him further. It wasn't exactly gentle-caring or motherly...

Her lips quirk into a small smile as she glances down at his flinching tail, only to notice the growing bulge beneath the water. "Don't apologize," she says dismissively, her hand squeezing his shoulder gently before moving on to soap up another section of his body. "I have no problem with that." She pauses for a moment, considering him before asking curtly, "So... what's your deal, anyway? You aren't from around here, and you don't belong to any other gangs I know about."

As she speaks, her hand absently slips downward, cupping his lower back for a moment before moving on once again. The water makes it difficult to see, but he can probably feel where her fingers trail along the skin just above his ass, teasing him.

Without missing a beat, Nadezhda continues washing his back and slips one hand lower still, reaching down to cup his bottom through the water. "Slave markets?" she repeats disdainfully as her fingers massage his ass gently but firmly. "That's horrible. Why didn't you try running away sooner?"

Caradoc flinches under her touch, and she notices how hard he is getting. This demihuman... he might be just the sort of pet she had been craving all this time. Something to keep close, take care of... perhaps even let him depend on her completely. The idea fills her with a strange sense of warmth that she can't quite explain.

"I... I tried running away a few times before," he whispers, "but they always found me and brought me back worse off each time." Nadezhda lets out a slow breath at his answer, finally moving up to scrub his chest and arms.

She glances down at him thoughtfully as she soaps up his neck and shoulders, her thumb brushing across his lips before trailing further down between his pecs. "I can keep you safe," she murmurs almost inaudibly. "If you let me." Her hand slips lower still, cupping the thickening length between Caradoc's legs through the water as she teases him expertly.

Her voice softens as she trails a finger up and down the length of his shaft through the water, feeling how hard he already is beneath her touch. "You could always go back to being someone's pet... or even worse, end up back on those markets," she muses, tilting her head to one side thoughtfully. "But if you let me take care of you..."

Her fingers tighten slightly around his cock, causing him to moan softly. "I could keep you safe and happy... give you everything you need." Her other hand cups his cheek, tilting his head up so he's forced to look at her as she continues teasing him relentlessly. "What do you say?"