Her eyes popped wide as I collected her in a bouquet of torn dress and netting. Arms around her waist, I carted her to the window.
Tess froze as I placed her on her feet in front of the curtain. "Q … " Understanding flashed across her face. "You wouldn't-"
I gave her a harsh smile. "I warned you." Tearing back the curtain, I welcomed in the night sky. Stars flickered then dulled as wisps of clouds drifted across the dark like graffiti spray. The clear night was a perfect backdrop to the twinkling lights of the street below. Passer-by's linked arms, strolling in the chilly but romantic evening.
Only three stories. High enough to possibly avoid people watching or the perfect height for an exclusive glimpse.
"I would and I am," I muttered. "I'm adding to my dare. You said I could cut you anywhere. I want to cut you right here, against the window, while I make you come and give the world a show."
Swivelling her in place, I pushed her forward until her chest met the glass. Her hands came up, splaying on the cold surface. With unforgiving fingers, I tore the remaining bodice from her, fully exposing her heavy breasts.
She jumped as I cut off her bra and slammed her torso against the glass, forcing her nipples to meet the icy reflection.
Tess hissed as I forced her harder against the barrier-the only thing stopping us from falling three stories. A shiver ran down her spine.
Fitting my body behind her, I nuzzled her ear. "I think you want people to see. I think you want people to watch as I finger you, fuck you, make you scream."
I dragged my hands over her sides to her hips, forcing her to accept a thrust as I looked directly into my own eyes.
The reflection of the lights behind us showed Tess flushed and glowing like a fucking goddess while I lurked in the shadows. Only my pale gaze was visible.
Stroking her quivering back, I cupped the back of her neck. Unable to help myself, I unsheathed my teeth, sinking into her shoulder.
Tess cried out, wiggling against the imprisonment of my body and the window. "Q-"
Grabbing one of her hands, I guided it to my stiff cock. "Free me, Tess. Then I'm going to take you so fucking hard."
I groaned as her fingers immediately obeyed, ripping the zipper down, fumbling into the tight elastic of my boxer-briefs.
She had no fear. No terror. I'd cured her. I'd brought her back to life. I was making her live in that very moment.
The second her eager touch found my raging hardness, she shuddered, pressing her ass against me. "Take me. Give it to me," she moaned. She sounded drunk, loose, horny. I'd never seen her look so pliant or erotic.
I groaned as she fisted me, pumping my cock hard and harsh. "Goddammit. You're going to make me come before I've even climbed inside you."
Dropping my hand, I gathered the bushels of material, exposing her just to me. I'd show the world her tits, but her pussy was mine. Kicking her ankle to spread her legs, I shoved down my boxers and trousers to my quads, leaving me fully dressed in a torn gaping shirt, blazer, and trousers. My cock was free-that was all I needed.
I plunged my hand between Tess's legs, clamping hard on my bottom lip when I discovered how drenched she was. My little whore was an exhibitionist. I couldn't wait to fill her, to make her lose complete control in full view of the public.
Angling the tip of my cock, I found her entrance.
Tess stiffened. "No. Wait-"
I growled under my breath, rubbing the throbbing head of my cock through her folds. "If you're having second thoughts too fucking bad, esclave. J'ai besoin de jouir en toi." I need to come in you.
"I'm not saying no. Just-just hide my face." She looked over her shoulder, locking eyes. "Please. That's all I ask."
I wanted to argue but rationality made its way into my sex-addled brain. She was soon to be the face of Feathers of Hope. What the fuck was I doing putting her in such a compromising position? I had to protect her identity.
"Shit, I'm an idiot."
The netting of her dress dug into my naked hips; an idea sprang to mind. With the scissors, I cut the detailing off the dress.
Holding it up, I murmured, "This will stop them from seeing your face, but you'll be able to see out."
She nodded, sucking in a breath as I gently placed the black netting over her face, gathering the excess in my fist behind her head.
"Can you see?"
She nodded again.
"Anonymity," I whispered. "Feel free to let go. Give them a show, Tess." With one hand, I spread her dress, making sure both breasts were squashed firmly against the glass. Positioning myself at the delicious epicentre of heat, I bit her ear. "Scream for me."