Another woman appears with a basin, kneeling beside the collared woman.
“What are they—” Raven starts, then gasps as understanding dawns. The standing man begins to piss on the collared woman, the liquid glistening under the lights as it runs down her back and breasts.
The woman with the basin catches what drips off, occasionally leaning forward to lick droplets from the kneeling woman’s skin.
“Jesus,” Raven breathes, not in disgust but in fascination.
I crook my fingers inside her, maintaining a steady rhythm that has her pushing back against me, seeking more. “This is the Leone Room, Little Thief. No judgment. No limits. Just pleasure in whatever form calls to you.”
“H-have you ever done that?” she asks, gasping when I scissor my fingers inside her.
“What?” I ask. “Pissed on anyone? No, can’t say I ever have.”
“Would you?” she asks.
I stop moving my fingers as I consider her question. “If you wanted me to, I would. But it’s not something I’ve ever been into.”
The crowd below moves like a single organism now, clothes being shed, bodies pressing together in the darkness. I can make out a woman bent over the bar, her skirt hiked up as a man fucks her from behind.
Nearby, three people tangle together in a configuration of limbs and mouths that blurs individual identities.
Raven’s body tenses, her muscles clenching around my fingers as I feel her approaching the edge. “Watch them and come for me,” I order, my voice rough with need.
She obeys beautifully, her orgasm crashing through her in waves I can feel against my hand. “Matteo! Fuck. Fuck. I’m coming.” Her cry is sharp, almost pained.
I quickly cover her mouth with my free hand, muffling the sound. Weshouldbe alone up here, but it happens that people find their way up here, using the halls for their escapades.
“Only I get to hear those sounds,” I growl against her ear. “Only I get to know how you sound when I make your greedy pussy come.”
As her body still trembles with aftershocks, I unzip my pants and free my cock, hot and heavy in my hand. I guide the head to her entrance, the metal of my piercing catching slightly on her sensitive flesh.
“Wait,” she gasps, turning her head to look at me. “You need a condom.”
I shake my head, already pressing firmer against her. “No,” I growl darkly. “I want to feel all of you. There’s not going to be anything between us this time.”
Her eyes widen, but not with refusal. “Then you don’t fuck anyone else while you’re fucking me,” she demands, the words coming out in a rush. “I mean it. If you’re bare with me, you’re only with me.”
The possessiveness in her voice sends a thrill through me. My Little Thief, staking her claim. “Deal,” I agree, pushing forwarduntil the head of my cock breaches her. “And just for the record, there’s no one else I want to be with. Just you, Raven.”
She moans long and low as I fill her inch by inch. I go slowly, savoring the tight heat of her, the way she stretches to accommodate me. When I’m fully seated inside her, both of us panting with the effort of restraint, I turn her face back toward the window.
“Keep watching,” I remind her, pulling out almost completely before driving back in.
Below us, the show continues its descent into beautiful depravity. Kayla has moved from behind the bar to a small platform near the stage. She holds a tall black candle, its flame dancing as she tilts it over the bare back of a woman bent over before her.
“Is she going to…” Raven cuts herself off and points to Kayla.
The hot wax falls in slow, measured drops, drawing gasps from the woman that carry even over the music and crowd noise. Raven’s body responds with a clench around my cock that nearly makes me lose my rhythm.
“That,” she whispers, almost to herself. “I want to try that.”
The idea of Raven’s perfect skin decorated with trails of my wax, marked by my hand, makes my cock twitch inside her. “You want to play with fire,” I smirk, gripping her hips tighter as I increase my pace.
Near Kayla, another performer approaches with what looks like a metal rod. I know what’s coming, but my Little Thief doesn’t.
“Look at her,” I rasp. “Burned by fire and about to be fucked by cold metal.”
“How cold?” Raven questions on a moan.
