Rent to Own

She got the notice in the mail—six months behind. Kira Noir figures her art still needs these warehouse walls, needs the light pouring through the grates, the echo on concrete. Xander Corvus shows up anyway. He doesn’t care what she’s painting. He just wants the money or the space. Kira peels her shirt off, lets her small tits show, and drops to her knees before he can turn away. She frees his cock, takes it between her wet lips, and works it slow at first, then deeper, throat tight, spit dripping down her chin. She arches, shorts riding up, round ass flexing while he grips her head and fucks her face until she gags. He comes in her mouth, hot, thick, and she swallows every drop. A blowjob should’ve bought her time. Instead it buys him the key. Next night he walks back in with rope. He strips her, binds her arms, hoists her up until one leg’s in the air and her holes are open. He flogs the backs of her thighs first, then grabs her hips and drives into her ass. Pulls out, shoves in her mouth, then back into her cunt, switching again and again until her body shakes and she comes hard around him. He keeps going until he’s ready, then feeds his cock to her throat one more time. The following day he finds her in doggie on the mattress. He lashes her ass with the flogger, leaves red lines, then sinks his cock straight into her pussy, pounding until the ropes creak. He flips her onto her back, ties her wrists above her head, spreads her legs wide, and fucks both holes until she’s begging. She comes again with his hand around her throat. He leaves the ropes on her when he’s done. She stays on the floor, breathing hard, wondering how many more days she can trade her body for these walls.