Sasha lounged on the plush leather couch in her penthouse suite, ruby lips curled in a smirk as she surveyed her domain. The room was opulent, with dark wood paneling and velvet curtains that shimmered in the dim lighting. Her desk was situated by the window, affording her a perfect view of the glittering city skyline. She was clad in a sheer red negligee that left little to the imagination, her ample curves on full display. Her auburn hair fell in loose curls around her face, framing her high cheekbones and sparkling sapphire eyes. She looked every inch the pinup girl – sexy, alluring, and deadly. The doorbell rang and she stood, smoothing down her lingerie as she sashayed over to answer it. She found a red-faced man standing there, eyes wide as he took in her scantily clad form. “Well hello there,” she purred, leaning against the doorframe. “You must be my new paypig.” He stammered out a greeting and she rolled her eyes, grabbing him by the collar to yank him inside. “Save your pleasantries, whore. I didn’t invite you here to make polite conversation.” She slammed the door and shoved him onto the couch, looming over him with a wicked grin. “My name is Sasha. And you, my dear boy, belong to me now.” He stared up at her in awe, tongue darting out to lick his lips nervously. Sasha chuckled darkly. “You’re going to be so much fun to break in.” She strode over to her desk, picking up a bottle of champagne and popping the cork. She poured two glasses, holding one out to him with an imperious gesture. “Drink,” she commanded. “You’re going to need the liquid courage.” He took the glass with a shaky hand, downing the bubbly in one gulp. Sasha watched him closely, enjoying the way he squirmed under her gaze. “Now then,” she said, sitting on the edge of the desk and crossing her legs. “Let’s discuss the terms of our arrangement, shall we?” The man swallowed hard, setting his empty glass aside. “I, uh, thought you wanted me to -” “I want your money,” Sasha cut him off bluntly. “Your wallet is mine now. And I intend to drain it dry.” He paled, eyes widening. “B-but I can’t just give you everything! I have responsibilities, bills to pay-” “Those are my responsibilities now,” she informed him coldly. “You are a vessel for me to fill. Your purpose is to serve my needs.” She rose and stalked toward him, hips swaying hypnotically. “I will take everything you have – your money, your time, your very soul if I desire it. And in return, you will have the privilege of worshipping me.” She climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs as she pinned him with a smoldering look. “Does that sound agreeable to you, pet?” He whimpered, hands coming up to grip her waist as she ground against him. “Y-yes Mistress Sasha,” he breathed. Sasha smirked in satisfaction. “Good boy.” She leaned in to nip at his earlobe before whispering. “Now transfer me half your bank account. Then we can play some more.” With trembling fingers, he fumbled for his phone and did as he was told. Sasha watched the funds transfer with a satisfied grin. “Mmmm, such an obedient little piggy,” she purred, pressing a kiss to his neck. “I think I’ll keep you around for a while.” And she would. She would bleed him dry, both literally and figuratively, until he was nothing more than a shell of his former self. And he would thank her for it. Sasha was a financial dominatrix – ruthless, sexy, and completely in control. And her prey was never going to escape.