She showed up at his door exactly on time, like he'd ordered. No small talk, no hello. He grabbed her by the hair the second the door shut and shoved her against the wall. "Strip. Now." Her hands shook but she got the clothes off fast, dropping everything on the floor until she stood naked in front of him, nipples already tight, pussy starting to get slick from the way he looked at her.
He didn't waste time with words. Rope came out of his bag thick and rough. He spun her around, yanked her arms behind her back, and started tying. The rope bit into her wrists first, tight enough that she felt the pressure right away. He looped it higher, cinching her elbows together until her shoulders ached and her tits pushed forward. Every knot he pulled made her breathe harder. He bent her over the arm of the couch, kicked her legs apart, and tied each ankle to the couch legs so she was spread wide, ass up, cunt and asshole on full display.
"Look at that wet pussy already dripping," he said, running two fingers through her folds. He shoved them inside without warning, fucking her with his hand until she moaned loud. "You came here to get used, didn't you? Say it."
"Yes," she gasped. "I want to be used."
He pulled his fingers out and wiped them on her ass. Then more rope. He wrapped it around her waist, ran it between her legs, and pulled it tight so it split her pussy lips and pressed hard against her clit. Every move she made would rub that rope right where it hurt so good. He tied it off at the small of her back, checked the tension, then added chest harnesses that squeezed her tits and made them swell.
She was dripping down her thighs by the time he finished. He walked around her, checking every knot, tugging here and there until she whimpered.
Then he unzipped and pulled out his cock, already hard and leaking. He slapped it against her face a few times before shoving it into her mouth. "Suck. Get it wet for your cunt."
She took him deep, gagging when he pushed to the back of her throat. Spit ran down her chin while he fucked her face, one hand fisted in her hair. He pulled out when she was gasping and moved behind her. The rope between her legs was soaked. He untied just enough of it to free her hole, lined up, and drove his cock straight into her pussy in one hard thrust.
"Fuck," she cried out. The ropes kept her from moving much, so all she could do was take it. He fucked her rough, hips slapping against her ass, balls hitting her with every stroke. The chest ropes squeezed her tits tighter every time he slammed in. He reached under and rubbed her clit against the rope until she was shaking.
"Don't you fucking come yet," he warned. He pulled out, walked around, and fed his cock back into her mouth so she could taste herself. Then he untied her legs just long enough to flip her onto her back on the couch, retied her ankles wide apart, and shoved back inside her. This time he went slower, grinding deep so the rope on her clit rubbed with every roll of his hips.
She begged. "Please. Let me come. I need it."
He laughed low and mean. "Not until I say." He pulled out again, this time pressing the head of his cock against her asshole. No lube except her own spit and pussy juice. He pushed in steady until her ass opened around him. She groaned at the stretch, the burn mixing with the ache in her tied arms and the constant pressure on her clit. He fucked her ass the same way he'd fucked her pussy, hard and deep, until she was babbling.
When he finally reached down and yanked the rope aside to stroke her clit fast and rough, he gave the order. "Come now. Come on my cock while I wreck your ass."
She came hard, whole body jerking against the ropes, cunt pulsing, ass clenching around him. He kept going until she was oversensitive and whimpering, then pulled out and stroked himself over her tied tits, shooting thick ropes of cum across her skin and the harness.
He left her bound while he caught his breath, fingers idly tracing the marks the rope had left. Only when her breathing slowed did he start untying, slow and careful, rubbing circulation back into her arms and legs. She was limp and satisfied when the last knot came free.
"Next time," he said, "I'm using the spreader bar and the gag. You ready for that?"
She smiled, sore and marked. "Yes. Tell me the story first."
