Lisa showed up at his apartment door already wet. She knew what she wanted and she knew how to ask for it. Mark opened the door, looked her over, and said, "Strip right here in the hallway. Bra and panties off.
Leave the heels on." She did it without hesitation, dropping her clothes in a pile. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her inside, kicking the door shut behind them.
"Hands behind your back." He snapped a pair of leather cuffs on her wrists and clicked them together. The metal rings clinked. He pushed her face-first against the wall and kicked her legs apart. His hand came down hard on her ass, the slap loud in the quiet room. She gasped. He hit the same spot again, harder, then the other cheek. "Count them," he ordered.
"Five," she said after the next two strikes. Her skin burned already. He kept going until she reached twenty, her voice shaky and her thighs slick. He shoved two fingers straight into her cunt without warning. She was dripping. "Look at this filthy hole," he said, pumping them roughly. "You came here to get used like a slut, didn't you?"
"Yes," she answered. He pulled his fingers out and wiped them across her mouth. She licked them clean without being told.
He walked her to the bedroom and bent her over the edge of the bed. Rope came next. He tied her ankles to the bedposts, spreading her wide, then ran another length of rope from her cuffs down to the frame so she couldn't stand up. Her face pressed into the mattress. He left her like that while he undressed, letting her hear every zipper and belt buckle.
When he came back he had a leather strap. The first strike across both cheeks made her jerk against the ropes. He laid down ten hard ones, pausing only to rub the welts and check how wet she was getting. "You're soaking the sheets already," he told her. "Such a dirty little pain slut."
He climbed onto the bed and fed his cock into her mouth. She took it as deep as she could while tied down. He held her head and fucked her throat in short, steady thrusts, making her gag and drool. Spit ran down her chin onto the bed. When he pulled out she coughed and sucked in air, then opened her mouth again for more.
Mark moved behind her and lined up with her pussy. He shoved in all at once, bottoming out in one thrust. The ropes kept her from moving away. He fucked her hard, the bed creaking, his hips slapping against her sore ass. Every few strokes he reached down and slapped her clit or pinched a nipple. She moaned around the gag of her own arm where it was pinned.
He pulled out and pressed the head of his cock against her asshole. "Beg for it," he said.
"Please fuck my ass," she said immediately. "Use me. Stretch it."
He worked his cock in slowly at first, then faster once she relaxed around him. The stretch burned in the best way. He reached under her and rubbed her clit in tight circles while he pounded her ass. She came hard, clenching around him, legs shaking in the ropes.
Mark didn't stop. He kept going until he was close, then pulled out and walked around to her face again. He jerked off over her open mouth and came across her tongue and lips. She swallowed what she could and licked the rest off her lips while he watched.
After he untied her he rubbed lotion into the welts on her ass and thighs, slow and careful. She lay on her stomach and let him take care of her, breathing steady now. He brought her water and made her drink it. When she could stand he helped her to the shower, washed the sweat and spit off her skin, and dried her with a towel.
They ended up on the couch with her curled against his side. His hand rested on her thigh, fingers tracing the edge of a bruise that would show tomorrow. She felt loose and used and exactly right. "Same time next week?" he asked.
She nodded. "Make it harder."
