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Anastasia leaned against the sleek home bar counter, the soft glow of the pendant lights catching the delicate white lace of her babydoll. The sheer fabric hugged her curves like a second skin, barely covering anything, the hem teasing the tops of her thighs. In her right hand she held a long, fluffy white feather she had plucked from a decorative vase earlier. She dragged it slowly down the side of her neck, tracing lazy circles over her collarbone, then lower, letting the soft tip brush across the swell of her breasts. Her nipples hardened instantly under the thin lace, pressing dark shadows against the white. She locked eyes with him across the room. He stood behind the bar, shaker in hand, deliberately taking his sweet time. Every shake was measured, every pour exaggeratedly slow. He knew exactly what he was doing. The longer he delayed, the more she performed for him. Anastasia smiled wickedly, shifting her weight so one leg slid forward, parting her thighs just enough to give him a glimpse of bare skin beneath the babydoll. No panties tonight. She never wore them when she wanted to drive him insane. The feather danced lower, gliding over her stomach, circling her navel, then dipping between her legs. She gasped softly as the tip grazed her clit, light as a whisper, sending a shiver racing up her spine. She bit her lower lip, tilting her head back, letting her long hair spill over her shoulders. Another slow stroke, then another, until her hips rocked forward instinctively, chasing the touch. Her free hand slid up to cup one breast, squeezing gently, thumb brushing over the stiff peak through the lace. He watched every movement, jaw tight, cock already straining against his jeans. He could have finished the drink in thirty seconds, but where was the fun in that? He poured the chilled liquid into a chilled martini glass with theatrical care, garnishing it with a twist of lemon he didnt even need. Only when Anastasia hooked her thumbs under the thin straps of the babydoll and let it slide down her body did he finally set the shaker aside. The lace pooled at her feet like spilled cream. She stood completely naked now, skin flushed, feather still in hand, trailing it absently along the inside of her thigh. Her eyes glittered with challenge. Your cocktail is ready, she purred, voice husky. But Im not sure I want it anymore. He rounded the bar in three strides, grabbing her waist and lifting her effortlessly onto the cool marble countertop. The feather fell forgotten to the floor. His mouth crashed against hers, hungry, tasting the anticipation they had both been building for the last twenty agonizing minutes. Hands roamed, rough and reverent at once. He spread her thighs wide, stepping between them, fingers finding her already soaked. She moaned into his kiss as he circled her clit the same slow, teasing way she had teased herself with the feather. He didnt bother undressing fully. Just enough to free himself, thick and hard, pressing against her entrance. One deep thrust and he was inside her, filling her completely. Anastasia wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, nails digging into his shoulders. The bar counter was the perfect height; every stroke hit exactly where she needed it. Glasses rattled softly with their rhythm. She arched back, breasts bouncing, head thrown back as he fucked her harder, faster, the slow tease exploding into raw need. He gripped her hips, angling deeper, whispering filthy praise against her throat. Thats it, baby, take it all. You look so fucking good spread out for me like this. She came first, clenching around him with a sharp cry, thighs trembling. He followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt, pulsing inside her as they rode the aftershocks together. When they finally stilled, breathing ragged, he reached for the forgotten martini glass and pressed it to her lips. She took a slow sip, eyes half-lidded, tasting gin and victory. Next time, she murmured, licking a drop from her lip, maybe Ill make you wait even longer. He just grinned, already imagining how he would make her pay for it.