She knelt on the cold tile, knees spread wide, hands clasped behind her back like he'd ordered. Her name was Riya, twenty-three, body tight from yoga and late nights chasing cock that could actually break her. Tonight she was just his hot girl slave, mouth open, cunt already dripping onto the floor.
"Look at you," he said, voice low and rough. "Pretty little slut waiting to get used." He unzipped and fed her his thick cock in one shove, no warm-up. Riya gagged but stayed open, letting him fuck her throat raw. Spit ran down her chin onto her tits. He held her head and pumped until her eyes watered, then pulled out and slapped her face with his wet dick. "Beg for it."
"Please, Sir. Fuck your slave's mouth harder. Make me choke on it." The words tasted filthy and right. He slammed back in, using her like a toy until thick ropes of cum flooded her throat. She swallowed every drop, then licked him clean the way he'd trained her.
He dragged her to the bedroom by the hair and bent her over the edge of the bed. No lube. He spat on her asshole once and shoved in, stretching her tight ring until she screamed. "Take it, slave. This hole belongs to me." Riya clawed the sheets, pushing back to meet every brutal thrust. Her pussy clenched around nothing, juices running down her thighs. He reached under and slapped her clit hard, over and over, until the pain blurred into white-hot pleasure and she came with a broken sob, ass spasming around his cock.
He didn't stop. He flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and drove into her dripping cunt. The slap of skin was loud and nasty. "Tell me what you are."
"I'm your hot girl slave. Your fucktoy. Use me, fill me, ruin me." She said it like a prayer, voice hoarse. He pounded her until the headboard cracked the wall, then pulled out and painted her stomach and tits with another load. Before she could catch her breath he shoved three fingers into her used cunt and pumped until she squirted, soaking the sheets and his wrist.
Later he chained her wrists to the bedpost, spread her legs with a bar, and left a vibrator taped to her clit on low. "Don't come until I say." He watched from the chair, stroking himself slow while she shook and begged. Hours passed. Her voice cracked. When he finally let her finish she came so hard she blacked out for a second, body bowing off the mattress.
Morning light found her still chained, his cum dried on her skin, cunt puffy and sore in the best way. He unlocked her, fed her his cock again while she thanked him between licks, then bent her over the sink and fucked her ass one more time before work. She walked funny all day, every step reminding her exactly who she belonged to.
That night she was back on her knees the second the door closed, already wet, already his.
