She walked into the room already wet. No small talk, no slow build. Just the click of the door locking behind her and his voice cutting through the air. "Strip. Now."
Mia dropped her clothes on the floor without hesitation. Her nipples were already hard, her thighs slick. He pointed to the center of the room where thick black ropes hung from ceiling hooks. "On your knees. Hands behind your back."
She obeyed fast, the carpet rough against her skin. He moved behind her, grabbing her wrists and wrapping the rope tight. The knots bit in, pulling her shoulders back so her tits pushed forward. He tested the tension with a yank. "Good. You stay like that until I say otherwise."
He circled her, boots heavy on the floor. His hand shot out and slapped her left tit hard. The sting bloomed hot. She gasped but didn't move. Another slap on the right, then he pinched both nipples and twisted until she moaned. "Louder. I want to hear how much you need this."
"Fuck, yes," she said, voice already ragged. "Hurt me more."
He laughed once, low, and shoved two fingers straight into her cunt. No warning, just shoved deep and curled them against her front wall. She was dripping, the wet sound filthy in the quiet room. He pumped hard, three fingers now, stretching her open while his thumb ground against her clit. "Look at this greedy hole. Already fucking my hand like a slut."
Mia rocked her hips, trying to take more. He pulled his fingers out and wiped them across her mouth. "Taste it. Clean them." She sucked his fingers greedily, tongue working between them.
He stepped back and unbuckled his belt. The leather whispered free. He doubled it and snapped it across her ass without another word. The crack echoed. She jerked forward, ropes holding her upright. Another lash, lower, across the backs of her thighs. Then one right on her pussy lips. The pain flared sharp and perfect.
"Count them," he ordered.
"One," she panted. "Two. Three." Each strike landed heavier. By ten her ass burned and her cunt throbbed, juices running down her legs. He dropped the belt and fisted her hair, yanking her head back. "Open."
His cock slapped against her tongue, thick and already leaking. He didn't ease in. He shoved straight to the back of her throat and held there, hips grinding while she gagged. Spit ran down her chin onto her tits. He fucked her face in short, brutal thrusts, using her mouth like a hole. "That's it. Take every inch. You wanted free BDSM sex stories, now you're living one."
Tears streaked her makeup but she kept her throat relaxed, swallowing around him. When he pulled out, strings of saliva connected her lips to his cock. He dragged her up by the ropes and bent her over a padded bench, face down, ass up. More rope looped around her ankles, spreading her wide and tying her open.
He didn't tease.
He lined up and drove his cock into her cunt in one hard thrust. She cried out, the stretch burning sweet. He gripped her hips and pounded, balls slapping her clit with every stroke. The bench creaked. Her tied wrists pulled tight above her. "Harder," she begged. "Fuck me like you own it."
He did. One hand reached under and slapped her clit in time with his thrusts. The other grabbed the rope at her back and used it like reins, yanking her back onto his cock. Her orgasm hit fast and mean, cunt clenching, legs shaking in the restraints. He didn't slow down. He fucked her straight through it, then pulled out and pressed the head against her asshole.
"Relax or don't. I'm going in either way."
She pushed back, greedy. He worked the thick head past the ring, then sank deep with steady pressure until his hips met her ass. The fullness made her moan loud. He started moving, slow at first then building to the same rough pace. Every thrust dragged against her stretched rim. His fingers found her clit again, rubbing tight circles.
"Come again," he growled. "Come with my cock in your ass."
She did, harder this time, whole body jerking in the ropes while her ass pulsed around him. He followed right after, burying deep and pumping hot cum into her. He stayed there, grinding through the aftershocks until he softened and slipped out.
Cum leaked down her thigh. He untied the ropes slowly, rubbing circulation back into her wrists and ankles. When she was free he pulled her onto his lap on the floor, one big hand stroking her hair. She rested against his chest, breathing hard, body humming.
"Next time," he said, voice still rough, "you pick the story we act out."
She smiled against his skin. "Already know which one."
