She walked into the hotel room already wet, the short black dress riding up her thighs as she kicked the door shut behind her. He was waiting, shirt off, belt in his hand, eyes locked on her like he wanted to eat her alive. "Strip," he said, voice low and rough. She pulled the dress over her head, no bra, no panties, just smooth skin and hard nipples. He stepped close, grabbed her by the throat, and squeezed just enough to make her breath catch. "On your knees."
She dropped fast, the carpet rough against her skin. He unzipped and pulled out his cock, thick and already hard. "Suck it like the filthy slut you are." She opened her mouth and took him deep, gagging when he thrust forward and held her head. Spit ran down her chin while he fucked her throat, one hand fisted in her hair, the other cracking the belt across her bare ass every time she slowed down. The sting made her moan around his cock.
He pulled out, dragged her up, and bent her over the bed. "Hands behind your back." Rope came out next, tight loops around her wrists, pulling her shoulders back so her tits pushed out. He slapped her pussy hard, fingers coming away shiny. "Dripping already. You really are a kink slut." Two fingers shoved inside her, pumping fast, thumb rubbing her clit until her legs shook. Then he stopped, leaving her empty and whining.
The first strike of the belt landed across both cheeks. She cried out, cunt clenching around nothing. He gave her ten more, each one harder, the leather leaving red stripes that burned. By the end she was pushing back for more, begging, "Please fuck me, use my holes, make me your dirty fucktoy." He laughed, low and mean, and lined his cock up with her soaked pussy. One hard thrust and he was buried to the hilt, balls slapping her clit.
He fucked her rough, one hand on the rope binding her wrists, the other reaching around to pinch her nipples until she sobbed. Every thrust hit deep, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room. He pulled out before she could come, flipped her onto her back, and shoved her legs wide. "Look at this greedy cunt." He slapped it again, then buried his face between her thighs, tongue fucking her while his fingers worked her ass, stretching the tight ring with spit and pressure until two fingers slid in.
She came hard on his tongue, thighs clamping around his head, but he didn't stop. He kept licking, kept fingering her ass, until she was shaking and oversensitive. Then he stood, flipped her face down again, and pressed his cock against her asshole.
"Beg for it." She did, voice hoarse, "Please, shove that cock in my ass, wreck me, fill me up." He pushed in slow at first, then slammed home once the head popped past the ring. She screamed into the mattress as he pounded her ass, one hand reaching under to rub her clit in tight circles.
He came with a grunt, flooding her ass, then pulled out and shoved three fingers back into her pussy while she was still spasming. "Don't you dare stop coming." She came again, messier this time, squirting around his fingers while cum leaked from her ass. He untied her wrists, rolled her over, and fed his softening cock into her mouth so she could clean him. She sucked greedily, tasting herself and him mixed together.
They didn't stop there. He tied her spread-eagle to the bedposts, used a vibrator on her clit until she was begging to stop, then fucked her pussy again while the toy stayed pressed tight. Sweat slicked their skin. The room smelled like sex and leather. Every time she thought she was done he pushed her further, marking her thighs with his teeth, choking her while he came inside her again, whispering exactly what a filthy, perfect kink slut she was.
Hours later they lay tangled in ruined sheets, her body covered in red marks and drying cum. He traced a finger over the belt welts on her ass and smiled. "Same time next week?" She smiled back, already aching for more.
