Page 29 of When Sinners Fall
She frowns and gets closer to me, peering down into the obscurity.
“Are you on any contraception?”
She looks back at me. “You’re asking that now?”
“Pretty sure I came on your leg, not inside you.”
“Jesus, Dante. It’s not just pregnancy, you know.”
“Yeah, well, I’m clean. Let's just assume you are too.”
Her brow shoots up like I’m accusing her of something, but she ends up wandering her stare back to the noise coming up from down there.
“I am. And yes, I’m covered on that front.”
“Good. You don’t tell anyone your name or anything about who you are or where you come from. Got it?”
She nods. “You won’t leave me?”
“No.”
She leans her hand on my chest to take the first few steps, then makes her way down on her own. I light a smoke up behind her and follow, watching her ass sway as she walks straight into one of the main rooms. She stops and flips her head around to look at what’s going on. Fucking is going on. A lot of it. Four couples on the side wall. Two women bent over a bench, two guys behind each one of them taking their time. There's a large bed in the far corner with a gangbang in full swing, possibly whores and their pay for the night. It’s dick and pussy everywhere, including a woman on her knees sucking a guy off directly in front of us.
I pull in some smoke and look at Wren’s face as she takes it all in. She’s not scared; I’ll give her that. Inquisitive maybe. Either way, she takes a step back into me and reaches her hand for my thigh. I look down at it, wavering and trembling there. “You alright?”
She starts moving her head around to look again. Slower this time. “Jesus,” she murmurs. “I don't know… I… need a drink.”
“Keep walking. Straight on.”
Her body begins moving, less sure of herself now. She jumps sideways a little when two women walk past with stripe marks all over them, a man following. Can’t help my own eyes lingering on the reddened patches they’re wearing, nor stop my dick getting involved in the thought.
The bar eventually comes into sight, and Wren’s over and perching her ass on a quiet area’s stool. I flag the guy serving down and order a couple of double whiskies, then watch as she throws the whole damn drink down her throat. She grabs mine out of my hand straight after and sinks that too.
“What do you want first?” She looks up at me, almost shocked by the question.
“Now?”
“Yeah.”
“This place is normal for you?”
“Not this place, no. Haven't been here for years.”
“Oh. Right.” She looks at my chest, seeming confused. “Do people here know you?”
“Not important. Alley. Fucking. Where was your head at then?”
She shakes it and looks back along the corridor, gaze taking in the whole damn atmosphere again. I get in front of her face to block the view, moving in until I’m nudging her legs apart and backing her up on the bar. “Get that head lost in me.”
“Can't we go any slower?”
“No. Nothing about here or me is slow.” My hand goes around her back, then under her ass, so I can pull her forward sharply. Her legs end up spread around me, dress rucked up until she’s got nowhere to go other than me. “You wouldn't have chosen this dress if you wanted slow, anyway. You want to do it here?” She gulps and keeps those eyes focused on mine, head reared back from me. “Or we could bend you over in that room back there, make you watch everything going down. It’s good like that.” My tongue rolls over my lips at the thought, hand grabbing her ass tighter. “Nasty.”
“You’d rather that?” she asks.
“I don’t give a damn where I fuck you. The mood I’m in, it’s gonna hurt whichever way you choose.”
Her mouth starts trembling, eyes darting about again. “I don't know. I'm… this is.”
