I [F] gave him a free use pass and opened the door naked

Okay. I did something completely insane. Again.

I called him. That same man from the park. The same one who fucked my throat so deep I was sipping tea like a grandma for two days.

Yeah. Him.

It took me a full hour to build up the courage to actually call. Not text. Call. My fingers were sweating, my brain kept screaming "you're being a slut," and honestly, I think that's exactly why I pressed call.

I said it so awkwardly. Like half whispering. "I was thinking… maybe if you're free tonight… I could be yours again."

Dead silence.....

Then he said, "Tell me when." That's it. No questions. No hesitation. Just… when.

And I melted. Actually fucking melted.

I didn't even bother putting anything on. I just showered, did my hair, kept the pigtails (because I know what they do to him), and glossed up my lips like a desperate little tease.

I paced like a crazy person. Thinking of a hundred ways to back out.

But the moment he buzzed the door?

Gone.

I walked straight to the door. Fully naked. No robe. No covering up. Just… me. Skin warm. Nipples hard. Legs slightly shaky. I opened it, looked him in the eyes, and said:

"You can use me tonight. However you want."

The look on his face? Priceless.

He stepped in slow. Didn't say a word. Just closed the door behind him while his eyes did all the talking.

My heart was racing. I wasn't nervous exactly, more like overwhelmed. Like I knew I was giving up control, and somehow it turned me on more than anything ever had.

He cupped my face, kissed me once, slow, warm, soft and said, "Don't worry. I'll take good care of what's mine."

That was it. That was the moment I gave in. Fully.

What happened next? Let's just say he took his time. Put me on all fours. Tied my wrists behind my back. Bent me until I couldn't move.

And took me.

Just like I asked.

He even folded me in half at one point, my legs on his shoulders, my back arching like a damn bridge. Missionary but filthy.

There's something about being wide open, helpless, and so fucking wet you can hear it echo that makes you feel like the most wanted thing in the world.

He didn't rush. He didn't hold back. He just… used me.

And I begged for more the entire time.

When he finally lost control, he wrapped his hand around my throat, held my hips down tight, and buried himself as deep as he could go and stayed there.

I could feel every throb. Every thick, warm pulse. The way he groaned into my neck as he emptied himself inside me… it was filthy and beautiful and everything I wanted.

I just laid there, legs still shaking, wrists still tied, filled and used like I belonged to him.

And I fucking loved it.

I woke up alone. Hair messy, legs shaky, sheets stuck to my skin. Still leaking. Still stretched. Still full of him.

He was gone, but he left a card next to my pillow, no name, just...

"Next time, I'm hosting. Be ready."

I smiled. Still sore. Still satisfied. And definitely saying yes.