ARIA

The rooftop wind whipped across my bare skin and made my nipples ache.

We were twenty stories up, the city lights glittering below like a dirty invitation. The Collective had chosen the spot carefully — an old parking garage rooftop with broken security lights and just enough cover from HVAC units to hide most angles, but not all. One side faced an office building that stayed lit late. Anyone looking out those windows would get a show.

I was already naked except for the collar and a pair of sky-high heels they made me wear. My wrists were cuffed behind my back. Cum from the van ride over still...