The knock on Eva’s door was firm, the kind that didn’t ask for permission—just entry. I didn’t wait long before turning the key I still had from when I installed her high-speed setup. The apartment smelled like vanilla and something faintly musky, the kind of scent that clung to skin after a long, lazy fuck. Eva was sprawled on her couch in a silk robe that barely clung to her curves, one leg hitched up so the fabric rode high on her thigh. She didn’t bother hiding the fact that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
“David,” she purred, stretching like a cat. “I was wondering when you’d finally come to collect.”
I tossed the lease termination notice onto the coffee table. It landed with a sharp snap against the glass. “You’re three months behind on rent, Eva. And your streaming hours? Pathetic. You think I run a charity here?”
She bit her lower lip, those dark eyes flicking to the paper before dragging back up to mine. “You could *forgive* me,” she suggested, letting the robe slip open just enough to tease the swell of her breasts. “I’ve been… distracted.”
“Oh, I know all about your distraction,” I said, stepping closer. The way her breath hitched when I loomed over her told me she liked this—liked the threat of consequences, the weight of my disappointment. “Some sugar daddy who ghosted you the second you asked for dental work. Real classy.”
Eva’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. “He didn’t appreciate me like you do.”
“Appreciate?” I scoffed. “You were making me two grand a month before you got lazy. Now you’re costing me. So tell me, mija—why the fuck should I keep you around?”
She slid off the couch, the robe pooling at her feet as she knelt in front of me, naked and unashamed. Her hands went to my belt, fingers deft as she undid the buckle. “Because I’ll make it up to you,” she murmured, pressing her lips to the growing bulge in my slacks. “However you want.”
I tangled my fingers in her hair, yanking just enough to make her gasp. “However I want?”
“Yes,” she breathed, looking up at me with those fuck-me eyes. “I’ll be your good little slut. Your *punishment* slut.” A slow, wicked smile curled her lips. “I’ve got toys, David. A paddle. A leash. Cuffs. You can use me. Every Friday night, I’ll wait outside your door in nothing but my collar, and you can fuck me raw for every dollar I owe you.”
My cock twitched at the image—Eva on her knees, leashed like the eager little pet she was, her ass red from my hand before I buried myself in her tight, unlubed heat. “You’re offering to be my whore until you’re square?”
“And then some,” she promised, stroking me through my pants. “I’ll suck you off while you spank me. I’ll let you fuck my ass while I beg for more. I’ll earn my keep.”
I shoved her back against the couch, her tits bouncing as she landed on the cushions. “Show me these toys.”
She scrambled to her bedroom, returning with a small chest—inside, a collection of silicone and leather, all designed to make her ache. I picked up the paddle, testing its weight. “You like it rough, cariño?”
“Only from you,” she whispered, spreading her thighs.
I didn’t waste time. The first smack of leather on her ass made her yelp, her pussy glistening as I worked her over, each strike drawing a gasp or a moan. By the time I was done, her skin was hot to the touch, her breath coming in ragged little pants. “Please,” she begged, “Fuck me. Punish me.”
I flipped her onto her stomach, her ass in the air, and spat on my cock before pressing the head against her tight, virgin hole. “You’re gonna take it like a good girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes!” she cried, pushing back against me. “Fuck my ass. Make me yours.”
I didn’t go easy. I gripped her hips and drove in, her body clenching around me like a vice. She screamed, but it turned into a moan as I bottomed out, her nails scraping the couch. “That’s it,” I growled, slamming into her. “Take my cock like the greedy little slut you are.”
“Harder!” she sobbed.
I did. I fucked her until her ass was slick with her own arousal, until her begging turned incoherent, until she came with a broken cry, her pussy dripping onto the couch. Only then did I pull out, stroking myself as I painted her back with thick ropes of cum.
Eva collapsed onto her side, panting, her skin marked and glowing. “So…” she gasped, “can I stay?”
I tucked myself back into my pants, smirking. “You’ve got six months of rent to work off, puta. Better start saving up for that dental work.” I tossed her the leash. “Friday night. My door. Don’t be late.”
She caught it, grinning as she wrapped the leather around her wrist. “Yes, sir.”