Tied up and used like a real luxury escort

He looked at me with those dark eyes, filled with controlled lust, as if I were no longer just a woman, but a precious luxury object, created especially for his pleasure.
“Tonight you are not my lover,” he whispered as he tied my wrists with a soft but firm black silk rope. “You are my luxury escort. The most expensive, the most refined… and the most submissive.”
His words sent a shiver straight down my thighs. I could feel myself getting wet just from his calm and authoritative tone.
He tied me up carefully, but without mercy. Hands behind my back, breasts pushed forward, legs slightly spread and anchored to the corners of the massive bed. I was completely exposed. My body, freshly shaved and smeared with scented oil, glistened discreetly in the warm light of the bedroom. A luxury escort body – perfectly ready to be used.
He took a step back and looked at me for a long time, like a customer evaluating the highest-class merchandise. His touch was slow, possessive. His fingers slid over my neck, over my breasts, over my quivering belly, stopping just above my hot sex, never touching where I craved the most.
“How much does a night with you cost?” he asked with a slightly cruel smile.
“How much are you willing to pay to use me as you wish,” I replied, my voice hoarse with arousal.
He laughed softly. Then he unbuttoned his pants and thrust his thick, hard cock straight into my mouth, without warning. He grabbed my hair and began to fuck me in deep, controlled strokes. Saliva ran down my chin, down my breasts, as he moaned in satisfaction.
“That’s it… good girl. My luxury escort knows how to suck like a pro.”
When he was done with my mouth, he turned me over onto my stomach, my hands still tied behind my back. He lifted my hips and slapped my ass hard, then another. The sweet pain quickly turned to heat.
He entered me in one deep thrust, all the way to the end. I screamed with pleasure and the feeling of fullness. He fucked me hard, possessively, as if I were an expensive toy he had paid very well for and now wanted his money back with interest.
“You’re made for this,” he whispered as he penetrated me mercilessly. “To be tied, used, stuffed… just like a real luxury escort.”
The orgasm hit me violently, my body twitching in the bonds, my muscles contracting around him. It didn’t even give me time to recover. He continued to take me, harder and harder, until he exploded deep inside me, with a guttural moan, filling me with his hot cum.
When he was done, he didn't untie me right away. He left me there, tied up, my sex pulsing and his liquid slowly dripping down my thighs.
He leaned down and whispered in my ear:
"The night has only just begun, honey. My luxury escort has so much more to offer..."