Sunday morning, no rain, just gray light leaking through the window, like the city was too hungover to shine. I woke up alone, mind already scheming. The apartment was quiet, Orin had gone to work. I knew he'd be gone before I woke early, job late meeting translation. His dick is probably buried in creepy cult girl right now, finally getting what I never took from him. Good for him. Still stings a little, though, Guess I was looking forward to
being the one who broke him in. I wiggled out of my sleeping bag, body still charged from yesterday's gig. All those eyes on me, the hidden cam Michael Faust kissing my hand like it was nineteen twenty five. I can't remember the last time a man kissed my hand. I think he knows that move goes straight to the pussy. Apparently that's while it takes to unravel me. Noted that man's got restraint like a locked vault. Wonder how loud
it had rattle if someone finally cracked it open. Time to make this place feel less like a crash pad and more like something anything. First things First, browsed a furniture app on the wristcom ordered two queen beds, one for his room, one for mine. I'll surprise Oran by turning his bedroom into a man cave. Get a few things for mine and some stuff for the living room, enough to make the place look lived in instead of abandoned.
Local delivery two hours perfect. I had enough credits to splurge a little all dressed, ready to go, leggings, oversized sweatshirt, coat, boots, rig tucked in the inside pocket, silently waiting. Next I headed out. Walked down the block to a vintage store. Found two lamps, sleek mid century, one for each bedroom. Then a beautiful lockable notebook, leather bound embossed with a subtle star pattern. Pens to match, something sentimental so he remembers who gave him his first real home, even if
he locks me out of it. Picked up a few knickknacks, small brass candle holders, a ceramic vase. Easy to carry. Short, walk back arms full, smiling like an idiot. When I got home, the delivery arrived on time. Bed, set up desk and chair in his room, set the notebook and pens on it, nightstand, curtains hung dark, heavy, blocking out the world. I kept my room bear, just the bed with lots of pillows and blankets, the lamp glowing on the floor beside it. Oops, the fridge was a wasteland.
Headed to the convenience store across the street, grabbed basics, drinks, coffee, bread, snacks, and as much as I could carry. I was thinking like Orin now made it look less empty, less lonely. I stepped back, looked around. Not fancy, minimalist, but it
was starting to feel like home. I wanted to do something nice and surprise Orin if he ever gets back, even if he was drifting, and even if the heat was gone, even if I was already thinking about Michael Faust's texts and Kale's goldfish charm, this place's mine too. Might as well make it pretty while I'm still here. Sunday night, Orin was still gone, and this was the night he'd be diverginized while devirginizing the hypnotic cult pussy after his cult meeting. I didn't mind. Gave me space
to do what I needed. I woke up Monday morning and found a text from Orin, Sorry missed you didn't come home last night. We'll be gone till next Monday. I'm on a work mission with the group. I'll keep you updated, see you Monday. Have a great week. You're the best, love orin work mission. Sure, puppy translation, you're deep in cult land, probably pussy whipped on cult girl,
and I'm the last thing on your mind. I stared at the screen, smiled a little sweet as ever, even when he's drifting, I replied, have a great week, Oran, stay safe. Can't wait to hear all about it when you're back. You're the best, too, love Raven. The week dragged like bad foreplay, all build, no release, no word from Faust, just his soon hanging in the air. His silence was louder than any gig request. Teasing bastard, or maybe he's making me wait on purpose. Thursday evening, a
new gig ping saved me from going insane. It came from Iron Veil, encrypted anonymous dripping credits retrieve, a stolen prototype neural edging implant, infinite denial loop custom coded to keep the wearer on the brink forever without release. The thief a sadistic host known only as matra V. Tonight, he was demoing it at a private denial party in a Skybridge penthouse guests, masked bodies, bound, pleasure forbidden until he allowed it. Standard retrieval would mean seduction, risk and mess,
but not tonight. I slipped into a shadowed service alcove behind the skybridge, coat open, black lace, dress underneath, all ready damp from anticipation. The rig pulsed warm against my garter, like it was eager. Neural link open, Lucian, I thought, shift me back. One hour, same alcove, stealth mode. Delighted to oblige saint, my hollow loution said in my head. I pressed the button. The world didn't flash. It folded inward. Sound collapsed to a low, throbbing hum that vibrated between
my legs. Colors bled edges softening like wet silk. Gravity pulled sideways, a delicious drop in my stomach, heat blooming low as every nerve lit up. Then snap. One hour earlier, same alcove, the party just beginning upstairs, stealth on, invisible, untouchable. I rode the service elevator up, walked straight through the masked crowd, body writhing in restraints, mouths gagged, eyes desperate. No one saw me. A faint whiff of expensive cologne
cut through exactly like Michael Faust's from the Cafe. I froze for a heartbeat. Coincidence or was he here? Maitre V stood center stage, masked in matt black, the implant glowing faint blue at his wrist, wired directly into a bound submissive on her knees, trembling on the edge, tears streaking her cheeks as the loop denied her for the hundredth time. One masked guest murmured exquisite to another, a low, precise voice that sent to shiver down my spine. I stepped close,
breath on my neck. That wasn't there. I paused, neural link open, Wait, Lucian, can I take things I thought steal in stealth, pocket them without anyone noticing? His smooth reply slid in, amused and fond, of course, Saint, you're a ghost, objects in your possession, vanish with you, no trace, no alarm, go wild. I smirked into the dark, slid the implant off the Maitrev's wrist, mid taunt pocketed it,
walked out, pressed the button again. The return slammed into me harder, gravity snapping back like a whip crack across my skin. Cold rain, suddenly stinging my face, every nerve still singing from the stolen arousal in the room I'd ghosted through, sound rushed in distant traffic, my own ragged breath, the wet slap of boots on concrete. Neon flared brighter, harsher,
reflecting in puddles that tasted of ozone and sex. When I licked my lips, but for a split second before materializing back, a glitch overlay slammed into me like ice water down my spine. Faust in his office, watching my video on loop, hand in pants, stroking himself, eyes locked on the screen with that cold, hungry focus, but I felt it phantom heat between my legs, his fingers instead of mine, pressing, owning, his voice murmuring good girl, right
in my ear, breath, hot, possessive. Then the screen flickered darker, future me bound at his estate, wrists raw, him inside me, deep and relentless, whispering exquisite, while his hand tightened on my throat, not playful, not safe, his eyes empty, Then snap back gone, rain stung my face, heart hammered, thighs clenched hard enough to hurt real or rig fuckery. Either way, the fear roused me, and I hated how much I liked it. Neural link open again, urgent this time, Lucian,
What the hell was that? Glitch? Faust watching me future shit with his hand on my throat. His voice slid in calm at first, then intrigued, checking logs Now, saint huh some kind of force field external interference strong one blocking, deep scans force field my pulse spite, Who the fuck has tech like that? Someone with secrets? He replied, amusement, edged with caution. Shall we spy on him? See what your mister Faust is hiding? Hell yeah, Lucian paused longer
than usual. Can't, he said, Finally, can't penetrate it. Whatever he's got, it's pushing back hard. I stood in the rain, buzzed with more than just the gig high. Now, Michael Faust just got a lot more interesting and a lot more dangerous. Three blocks away, I met the client in a discreet parking garage, nervous exec in a tailored suit, hiding behind his mask. I pressed the implant into his palm.
Tell your buyer the demo never happened, he stared, throat working, How did you I was already walking away, coat flaring hips, rolling risk, compinged, second half deposited, obscene tip attached for miraculous retrieval. Case closed baby, and I was still aching from a party I never touched. Late Thursday night, wrist calm pained from Alexander. I smirked at the screen, my mind already spinning outfits his message, wear something unforgettable. Reply if you're coming My reply, I'll be there x x
x hits end. Crawled into bed sheets, cool pillows, swallowing me, exhausted, aching, horny as hell, dreamt of my men kal tracing the goldfish charm while I ride him, Lucian dominating me, making me beg or in my sweet wasteland boy letting me back in Alexander irresistible gentleman fucking my mouth with his tongue, and Michael Faust pinning me down. Restraint finally gone, voice rough with need, tried to get the force Field glitch out of my head, though starting to turn creepy, but huh,
still can't stop wanting him. One fantasy bleeding into the next, wet, desperate, denied, until I finally fell asleep, woke up Friday morning, body slick sheets, soaked, pulse racing like I'd been fucked all night and still left wanting my mind already on the party. Tonight's not just a party, it's a statement. Got dressed, coat and boots on rig in the pocket, headed out first stop, high end bondage boutique, the kind ware prices
whip you in the wallet. Found the coat long hooded, plush black velvet with subtle silver threading, heavy enough to feel like armor, elegant enough to scream elite next fetishware, classic black, glossy vinyl. Fuck me dress that's sexy in that cheap, dirty way everyone loves. I'll look like your
favorite hollow BDSM porn club ad. Curvy cut, high waisted, cinched, tight shelf top pushing my breasts up like an offering, nipples peeking through the half open front, almost topless, halfway a shocker, big tits on display, curvy hips, screaming submission perfect. Tried it on mirror, didn't lie. I looked like a sex doll. Yeah. I think Alexander will like it so well. Half the room bagged, both paid, walked out feeling like a weapon. Back home, dropped the bag on the bed,
coat draped over the chair, dress inside waiting. I stood in the apartment, looked around, new place, new clothes, new games. Tonight was going to be unforgettable. Got dalled up in my party dress, coat shut, hood up, boots clicking. As I hit the street below my apartment, Cale stepped out of the shadows like he'd been waiting all day. He fell into step beside me without a word. At first, I glanced at him. How did you know I'd be here?
He smirked, I have my ways. I stopped dead, surprised, laughed sharp, ha ha, stalk much, draven, he shrugged, No, shame. Time travelers need to stick together, right. I stared at him, rain missing his hair, goldfish charm glinting under his coat and over his shirt. He stepped closer, voice low, I'll stay out of your way. Let you be. I won't micromanage you. He paused, then softer, I'm just here for you. Fuck. There it is again. He was sucking me into his vortex.
I smirked, good to know. We turned toward the man hole outside my apartment. Van's access him behind me. Down we went. He walked close, close enough I felt his warmth through the coat. Then he spoke voice low, excited, like a kid with a new toy. The rig you gave me, it's incredible. I glanced at him. Yeah, he beamed, nodding with this look of wonder. I've been learning. It's got features the other one didn't have or didn't let me access. I raised a brow like what he grinned boyishly.
Time dilation pop buckets. I can stretch a second into minutes stealth mode with audio masking and weapons built in, Taser pulse, EMP burst, even a short range stun. I've been practicing. It's like having a whole arsenal in my pocket. I felt a spark of fascination. Damn mine doesn't have that, or does? It sounds like you've been busy, Kale. He touched the goldfish charm. Yeah, and this it's more than
a charm. It sinks with the rig when I hold it, it boosts signal strength, and there's a hidden button activates emergency jumps. Like it knows me. Of course, I know you know all this. You gave it to me, but I love it. It's amazing, and I just wanted you to know I figured it out. I laughed, low. Mmmmm, I know. Sentimental upgrade. He looked at me serious. Now I'm learning things things I didn't know were possible. You ever try any of this with yours? I shrugged. Neural
mode and stealth are the only ones I use. But now I'm curious about these other features. He glanced at me, eyes glinting in the low veins light. You should be your model's got potential. Lucian probably hid half the tricks. He likes his secrets. I smirked, Yeah, that's Lucian. Kle stepped closer, our arms brushing as we walked. I could show you if you want, I mean later. The word hung between us loaded later. Oh that magnetic pull. Fuck there it is again, I tilted my head. Maybe if
you're lucky, he laughed. Oh, rough, I'll take my chances. We kept walking, veins humming around us, him talking tech, me listening, wondering what my rig could do if I pushed it, My mind wandering the night ahead, Kle beside me and whatever waited at the party. We climbed out of the veins and circuit row. Kle led the way to a small street stall. Fresh salad wraps, crisp greens, avocado wrapped in thin rice, paper, healthy, clean, not the
usual greasy comfort i'd expected. We grabbed two water bottles, sat on a low wall nearby, rain, missing neon reflecting in puddles. I unwrapped mine, took a bite, kle watched me eat. He leaned back slightly, eyes tracking my mouth. You eat sexually. His eyes stayed on my lips longer than necessary. You make it look intimate, and you're not innocent about it, he said. I paused mid bite or raised a brow. Excuse me? He gave a tiny, rare smirk. The way you savor it slow, like you're teasing the
food or me. Heat crawled up my neck. Fuck, what is he doing? I licked a drop of sauce off my lips, seductively looked at him, cocking my eyes. Maybe I am. He didn't look away. Show me the dress. I tilted my head. Not here too public. His gaze dipped once, deliberate, down in the veins before iron veil. Show me, I want to see what you're wearing underneath. My lips parted a fraction. Okay, I'll let you take a peek down there. There was a new energy between us.
It felt easier and more mature, and he was opening up sexually. He was adapting better than before, catering to me, handing me napkins, asking if I wanted another rap, No push, no jealousy, just him, steady present. I noticed the shift. He's not the same Kale, not the brooding savior. This one's calm, confident, catering. I liked it a lot. We finished eating and headed back to the manhole. We dropped back down into the veins, quiet corner, no one around.
I opened the coat, glossy black vinyl fetish dress gleamed under the lantern light, nipples peeking through the half open front like a sexy freak show. Kl exhaled through his nose. Fuck, he whispered. I watched him through my lashes. Unforgettable enough. He stepped closer, voice rough, more than enough. You look irresistible. We stood there, inches apart, tension thick. The party was waiting. He didn't touch me, just looked, and I felt his
sadness pushing through his new resolve. But he fought it, let go. No more getting annoyed with me, no more wanting to change me. That was new. His eyes lingered on mine, dark, conflicted, like he was fighting every instinct to pull me back. I felt it, the way he didn't want to let go, the way his body leaned just a fraction closer, like gravity was pulling him toward me. Even as he forced the words out, he stepped back. This is where we part ways, he said, voice, steady,
eyes on mine, Go and have a great time. But the look in those eyes said something else entirely, stay, don't go. I hate this. I squeezed his hand. Thanks Cale. We hugged long minute, his arms tight around me, his body pressing mine warm under the coat. I felt his heart beat against my chest, steady, strong. Mine matched it. For a second, the world narrowed to just that. Then he pulled back, smiled, small and rare. Be careful in there, I smirked, always am. He nodded once, turned, walked away,
broad shoulders, disappearing into the shadows. I watched him go the truth. If I'd known he wasn't going to tease me, deny me, leave me aching like always, I would have blown off the Iron Veil party in a heartbeat. Anyway, no time for afterthoughts, I headed up the manhole. Iron Veil was waiting a short walk to Alexander's compound. Iron veil. Gates loomed ahead, checkpoint lights glowing. This night's going to be something else, and I'm ready. I typed in a code,
and the gates to Alexander's property opened. I stepped through, walked down the long path to the entry. Inside. I checked my coat. The compound was massive, sprawling, penthouse levels, masked guests, men in suits, women in everything to very little. I felt eyes on me immediately, unforgettable check. Alexander spotted me first, tall, dark suit mask half on, but lifted it to show me his face with a grin wide
like he'd been waiting. He crossed the room fast, grabbed me in a hug, tight, familiar, like he'd known me forever, raven. He murmured against my ear. You came, I laughed, low, told you I would. He pulled back, looked me over slowly with an appreciative gesture. Fuck, you're perfect. I glanced around. Vesper was across the room, busy with flavor of the weak tits, laughing hands, wandering. Didn't see me, didn't say hi, just in her la la world. Alexander noticed, shrugged, she's occupied.
Come on tour. He took my hand led me through the compound, room by room delights. First a mirrored lounge, guests bound and teased, watching themselves, watching each other. Second, a candlelit chamber, wax play in progress, not enough pleasure for me. Third, a velvet draped den, people fucking their brains out. And more. He showed me every room, his arm around my waist like I was his treasure. He made me feel like one of them, the elites of
Iron Veil. He stopped in a shadowed hallway, pulled me close, lifted his mask, kissed me deep, hungry hands sliding to my breasts, squeezing through the vinyl, then down to my ass, gripping hard. He broke the kiss, smiled, just checking. I laughed, then carried on the tour like nothing happened. Stop his man cave, not a private bedroom, but the place reserved for only him. Before we entered, a voice cut through the air, commanding and familiar, my Lucian as the housemaster.
He stepped out of the shadows, black suit, mask off, devilishly handsome, eyes on me like he'd been waiting. Alexander, he said, sounding cocky, I see you've found my house. Sub Alexander Froze looked between us gave me a look that felt unsavory, like the tax man just came to collect. Lucian didn't rush the moment. He exerted his power arrogantly, like an asshole. Lady Ravens already claimed house rules. Unless you're feeling brave, you can test them if you like.
Alexander's reaction was pensive, caught off guard, racalating, Lucian eased amusement, threading through the shift as if extending a privilege. Alexander, You're welcome to join us. Alexander blinked. The disappointment faded fast, replaced by something hotter, hungrier, maybe something even better than he'd expected. Lucian stepped closer, took my hand, kissed it, lingering, Welcome to the house, Lady Raven And here I couldn't remember the last time a man kissed me by hand
until faust hmm. But Lucian, no one can seduce like him. He is the master, Alexander recovered, smile wide now, eyes gleaming, of course, house master. Lucian looked at me. Shall we something loosened in my chest? Breath unsteady, yes, please, three of us Now we entered the man cave through a heavy giant wood door, low red light spilling out like blood inside, dark leather walls, low couches, A massive bed in the center, draped in black silk, chains hanging from
the ceiling like decoration. A table with toys, cuffs, whips, feathers, vibrators, all gleaming under soft spotlights. No windows, no escape, just us. Lucian closed the door, locked it. The click echoed. He stared me down, hand on my throat, light pressure, thumb brushing my pulse like he owned it. House rules, Lady Raven, I own you tonight, and I'm giving Alexander the keys
to every life. Alexander stepped closer behind me, breath hot on my neck, hands sliding up my sides, squeezing my breasts hard through the vinyl, thumbs circling my nipples until I arched. Lucian's grip tightened just a fraction. He can fill your throat, stretch your pussy, claim your tight little ass. Alexander planted a kiss on my neck, gladly, he murmured. Lucian's voice dropped to a growl. Every hole is his
to use whatever he wants. Alexander groaned low mm, Thank you, Master, his hips, grinding against my ass, letting me feel how hard he already was. Lucian leaned in, lips brushing my ear. I'm generous like that. Make sure you thank us both when you come. Lexander's teeth grazed my shoulder. Lucian smiled against my skin. You'll be our perfect little fuck toy.
I shivered, soaked, desperate, loving every filthy word. Lucian stepped closer, his fingers trailing down the vinyl strip for us, I smiled, wickedly, make me. He leaned into the moment, entertained, already in control. Oh we will. Alexander moved behind me, hands sliding up my sides, unzipping the dress. Slow fabric peeled away, vinyl whispering down my skin, pooling at my feet. My breasts were exposed, heavy and bare, nipples hard, garter straps taut.
Lucian whispered his command in my ear. Beg for us, Lady Raven. I let them feel feel the refusal first, knowing exactly what it would provoke. Make me they did. Alexander kissed the back of my neck, soft, almost sweet. Lucian's hand spread my cheeks, teasing with his finger, voice dropping to a growl. Time to bottom train the house, ub, Alexander, This tight hole is going to learn who it serves tonight. Fuck. My ass clenched just hearing it, like my body already
knew it was theirs to open. He led me to the bed with black silk sheets. Lucian clasped a collar around my neck with a chain attached. He pushed me down onto the bed. He spoke with the weight of the house behind him, a true dome bend over I did, bare cheeks, exposed, garter's gripped, tight face down, ass up. I felt their eyes on me. He leaned over me. Isn't it nice? Alexander male bonding in the man cave.
Alexander chuckled very nice. Lucian stepped back, reached into a box on the table, pulled out a wide leather paddle, black smooth, heavy in his hand. Alexander moved to the side and picked up a slim whip coiled black leather, the kind that sings when it cuts the air. Lucian went first, paddle cracked against my skin, sharp, stinging heat, blooming fast. I gasped. Then Alexander whip uncoiled, first strike, light, teasing then harder, A thin line of heat across both cheeks.
I moaned desperately. I was dripping, aching, Please, I begged. Lucian's hand smoothed over the heat, soothing, then gripping beautiful, he murmured. Alexander's fingers traced the Weltz, gentle, reverent. They stopped, both breathing hard. Lucian slipped his cock into my pussy from behind, thick, hot, filling me in one smooth thrust. He started slow, deliberate strokes, letting me feel every inch, then faster, hips snapping, relentless, pounding, deep and hard, skin
slapping skin. Alexander slipped his cock in my mouth, feeling me suck hard. He pulled out just enough to lean down, kissing me, tongue fucking my mouth in rhythm with Lucian's thrusts, then back in, cock sliding deep down my throat, face fucking me while Lucian railed my pussy from behind. They sinked, Lucian banging in, pushing me onto Alexander, Alexander thrusting forward, forcing me back onto Lucian, fast, wild, so satisfying. It was everything I wanted and more. They switched places Lucian
in my mouth, Alexander in my pussy. When they were done, Lucian stood behind me, spread my ass cheeks wide. Then they took turns masturbating my asshole with their cocks. First Lucian penis head warm, slick, massaging my back door, slow circles, teasing the entrance, no push, just pressure. It felt good, too good. Then Alexander his turn, same slow massage, head rubbing, circling, pressing, just enough to make me ache. Lucian did Alexander the leash,
thin black leather collar already around my neck. Alexander took it, gentle tug. Lucian knelt in front, cock always hard and ready, the head at my lips. I took him in again, slow, deep, tongue swirling. Alexander tugged the leash lightly, guiding my rhythm while he massaged my anus with the head of his cock. I moaned around Lucian's cock. Lucian's breath hitched, his hand tightened in my hair. He looked over me at Alexander, voice low, rough, with arousal. Feel how she opens for you,
that's all yours tonight, Take your time. She'll beg when she's ready. The pressure built, teasing that thick head, circling, pressing, summoning. I couldn't take it anymore. Body on fire, ass clenching, begging without words. I pulled off Lucian just enough, gasping voice, raw, please, Alexander, fuck my ass I need it, need you inside me, please. Alexander groaned low, animal. Lucian smiled dark, satisfied, there it is.
Alexander pushed slow at first, head breaching me, stretching, burning sweet. I cried out pain and pleasure. Twisting together, he sank deeper, inch by inch, relentless until he was buried to the hilt. I was lost, begging between thrusts, moaning, taking it all. They kept going, male bonding over my surrender, my holes, my filthy please, and I loved every second of it. Lucian in my mouth was ready to come. Hips stuttering, breath ragged, he pulled out sudden hand, flying fast on
his cock. Thick ropes sprayed across Alexander's cock, hot slick, coating the head and shaft as it rubbed my asshole, slow circles turning slippery, filthy. Alexander groaned low, raw, fuck that's hot, Lucian exhaled, shaky, satisfied, slides in easier. Then he started fucking me hard, deep thrusts that drove me forward onto Lucian's cock. Every slam of his hips jolted me ass full, mouthful, body used from both ends. Lucian leaned down, voice hot and rough, fill her whilst she's
dripping with me. They kept going, owning me completely. Lucian. I whimpered, desperate, aching, I want both of you now fuck me. Lucian loved it. He lay on his back on the bed. I straddled him, riding his cock. Then Alexander kneeled behind me on the bed, re entering my ass from behind. Lucian's fingers were locked into mine. I loved being the center of attention, and I couldn't get
enough of their cocks. Alexander's thrusts turned frantic, the leash taut in his hand, pulling my head back, taking him deeper. His rhythm broke erratic, desperate hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. One final thrust buried to the hilt, and he came hot, thick, pulsing deep inside me, ropes flooding my ass, claiming every inch I cried out, body shaking from the feel of it. Alexander shuddered, hips jerking, emptying himself completely, stayed buried a moment, panting, Then he
pulled out slow come leaking, warmed down my thighs. Lucian smiled, wicked, satisfied, good boy. Alexander laughed breathless. He kissed my lower back. Lucian turned me over, got on top. No more housemaster, just Lucian, my Lucian. He kissed me so affectionately as he always did before, all of this, hands roaming, touching, holding, loving. I melted into him, safe, adored, cherished. He made love to me, and he took his time. I savored it. Alexander cleaned his dick and came back to bed, watched
us with longing. Lucian climaxed lay back. Then Alexander slid on top and made love to me. No power exchange, no games, no ego, just pure satisfaction and sweet affection. I couldn't get enough of either of them, two different flavors of my favorite addiction. Lucian gave us time to fuck to our heart's delight. He watched, stroking himself until he went half hard to the end, but me could have gone on and on and on. Honestly, it wasn't enough.
I wanted more, but it was very satisfying. Then Lucian interrupted our lazy after fuck stacation. Get dressed, He said, gentle and sweet, let's go downstairs and enjoy the party. Alexander smiled, warm and easy. Sounds good. I stood, legs, shaky, skin still tingling, picked up the vinyl dress, slipped it back on fabric, clinging to sweatslick skin. Alexander helped with the zipper, fingers lingering just a second too long. Lucian
watched with deep affection, then inched in on us. Gave me a long, wet, deep kiss, slow and possessive, tongue claiming every corner of my mouth. Then he patted Alexander on the back, a silent invitation. Alexander's mouth was on mine next, spreading it wide with that signature tongue. Fuck that always drove me absolutely crazy, deep, relentless, tasting like champagne and sin. From the corner of my eye, I watched Lucian's face up close, mouth open, tongue peeking out, hungry, waiting.
Then I grabbed him and pulled him in to join the kiss, tongues sliding, hungry, tasting, sharing, devouring, lips caught, wet, open, gasping when we broke, breathless, lips swollen. All we really wanted was to go back in bed and just fuck. Lucian went across the room, grabbed Alexander's whip, cracked at mid air, and laughed like a devil, playfully downstairs. Let's go now, we burst out, laughing. It felt good. Then we walked out together lovers, Lucian on my left, Alexander
on my right. The man cave door closed behind us a soft click. Downstairs, the party roared, music, pulsing bodies, moving, moans and laughter mixing in the air. Eyes turned as we descended, masked guests, silken leather, all watching the house master and his prize. Lucian leaned in, voice for my ears only, ready for the rest of the night. My smile was powered by adrenaline and lust. M Yes, I am. Lucian and Alexander took turns guiding me through rooms, hands
on my waist, teasing touches. I danced, laughed, let strangers brush against me, felt alive, powerful, wanted. Lucian stopped the music with a single raised hand. The room quieted. He stepped forward, voice carrying, commanding the entire party Iron Veil's elite. Tonight we celebrate freedom. I invite you all to an event next month at the House of Cardinal Detail. Soon, but first, he turned to me, eyes dark, possessive, teasing. Step forward, Lady Raven. I did, heels clicking, vinyl gleaming.
The room watched Lucian's hand on my lower back firm. It is my honor to introduce you to my Lady Raven. The house sub gasps first, then applause. I stood tall, smiled. All eyes were staring at me like I was either blessed or cursed. I felt a chill to the bone, and for a moment I had a chilling fear that Lucian might have gotten the wrong impression of me. He knows I like to fuck, but I hope he doesn't expect me to do what I just did with him
and Alexander, with every one else at this party. Maybe Cale was right to be careful. The music started again, the party resumed wilder. Now A new man approached, blood, white hair, ice, blue eyes, mature and very handsome, striking a little scary with an icy sting. He moved like he owned the shadows. He stopped in front of Lucian nodded respectfully, house Master. I'm Nigel Lake. I'd like to invite you and Lady Raven to a small get together
at my estate next week. Intimate exclusive. Lucian gave a dismissive, poker faced reply, will consider it. Nigel's eyes flicked to me, cold hungry. Then he was gone before the night ended. I slipped away to the powder room way across the house, down a quiet corridor. Footsteps behind me, I stopped a voice, familiar calling my name, Raven. I turned Michael Faust, no mask, eyes, steady, suit, impeccable. He stepped close, took my hand, this time kissed the
inside of my wrist, slow, warm, lips lingering. Then he held both wrists tightly, passionately, thumbs brushing my pulse points. Lady Raven, he whispered, you look ravishing. Michael Faust is in this circle. So this is where the reference came from. Part of me felt less scared than before. The game he was playing was at least the devil I knew, polished, controlled, kissing my wrists like a lover instead of a stalker. But he had an impenetrable force field that my device
couldn't hack. I couldn't overlook that. And now I still didn't know what I was getting myself into, but I still let myself want it. My pulse jumped fear anticipation. This just got interesting. He released me, smiled in that refined, controlled way of his. I'll be in touch, he murmured, low, promising like a secret he couldn't wait to share. Then he disappeared into the crowd. By the time I returned to the main area, the night was winding down, glasses emptied,
conversations folding in on themselves. I found Lucian and Alexander, the night loosening its grip. The night ended, but something new had started. I said my goodbyes, hugs, cheek kisses,
promises of next time. Then I slipped out, coat back on, hood up, heels clicking in the night hit the man hole lifted, the cover dropped down, boots splashing on the vein's floor, and there he was, cale leaning against the wall, but not steady, nervous, eyes wide breath, uneven, staring at me like he wanted to say everything and nothing at once, like he was starving. I stopped, laughed, surprised, relieved, waiting
now Draven. He pushed off the wall, stepped close, too close, voice rough, the house sub My eyes widened, then rolled at the audacity of this man. You were a fly on the wall in stealth huh Cale, He stopped, looked down. Yes, I wanted to make sure you were safe. I was worried, but I saw and heard the whole thing. I looked down, crawling up my neck, but not shame, more like caught,
of course. He saw stealth mode, the whole damn show me cuffed, leashed, begging, coming apart while Lucian and Alexander played. I met his eyes again, defiant but not insensitive, jealous, straven, his jaw tightened, eyes darker. Maybe the veins hummed around us, distant drips, low lanterns flickering. He stepped closer, close enough I felt his heat through the coat. You look incredible, he said, voice rough, but I hated watching them touch you.
I stepped closer, placing my hand against his heart. I'm sorry. He reached out, fingers, brushing my coat lapel, then lower, tracing the edge of my breast where vinyl met skin close, almost touching my half exposed nipple. I couldn't look away,
he admitted, even when I wanted to. He grabbed me suddenly, hard, hands on my breasts, pulling them out, squeezing under the coat, pinching my nipples, then down to my ass, gripping, pulling me against him, kissed me desperate, hungry teeth and tongue, lifted my skirt fingers, finding me wet ready, I unzipped him fast, guiding him in. He thrust deep, wild, matching my desire, fucking me like he'd been holding back for years. My legs wrapped around him, the veins echoing our gasps,
no stopping this time. I clawed his back, moaned his name. He groaned my name, like our sex with salvation. Came together, me first, shaking, clenching around him him seconds later, deep inside, pulsing breath, hot against my neck. We stayed there, locked, panting, sweatslick. He kissed me soft, loving, held me close, then pulled out slow, zipped up, took my hand, Let's go home. He held me tight the whole way, hand under my coat, squeezing my ass, holding me close, lovingly we climbed up
the legacy man hole outside the apartment building. He stopped at the entrance. He cupped my face and kissed me, fierce, claiming, and it felt like he was savoring the taste of me. I'll be around, he murmured against my lips. I smiled good, left shadows swallowing him. I watched a moment, then headed inside, unlocked the door, and froze. Orin was there, curled on the floor, back against the wall, bruised, lip split, blood dried on his shirt to eyes wide scared. He looked
up when he saw me, voice shaking, raven. Then he broke, tears, sobs, collapsing forward. I dropped my coat, ran to him, held him tight. What happened? He clung to me. The group, It's not what I thought. The hurt people. I tried to leave and he couldn't finish. I held him, heart pounding the colt. Danger was real and the night wasn't over. Yeah,