In 2156, the mile-high luxury arcologies of Aurora Tower dominated the Colorado Front Range, their crystalline spires piercing the perpetual aurora-shielded sky. Catherine Vale, the phantom thief who lived by raiding the wealthiest apartments, had returned to Penthouse 141-C exactly as commanded. The Chrysalis Crown was already sold on the black market, but the price Elias Voss demanded was far steeper—her complete submission.

She slipped through the same window, the indigo veil—a new prototype that shifted through deep blues and purples—clinging to her naked body beneath. The apartment’s systems activated the instant she entered. Magnetic restraints snapped around her wrists, yanking her arms high above her head. Her ankles were forced apart. The veil dissolved at Voss’s command, leaving her completely exposed under the cool indigo lighting.

Elias Voss’s hologram appeared in full sensory detail—tall, powerfully built, silver hair tousled, his thick cock already rock-hard and curving upward. This time the haptic fields were dialed to maximum intensity. Every touch would feel painfully, deliciously real.

“You came back, little thief,” he said, voice dark with triumph. He stepped close and cupped her heavy breasts, squeezing them roughly, thumbs flicking across her stiff nipples until she whimpered. “Good girl. Tonight I’m going to ruin that greedy cunt of yours.”

He dropped to one knee and buried his face between her spread thighs without warning. His tongue was hot and relentless, lapping broadly from her dripping entrance up to her swollen clit. Catherine gasped sharply as he sucked her clit hard between his lips, tongue flicking rapidly while two thick fingers thrust deep into her soaked pussy. He curled them instantly, stroking her g-spot with firm, demanding pressure. Wet, obscene slurping sounds filled the room as he devoured her. Her hips jerked helplessly against the restraints, juices coating his chin and dripping down her inner thighs.