Chapter 15: The Oak Room private dining suite
The heavy oak door clicked shut behind them, sealing off the muffled gasps and clinking crystal of the restaurant. Silence, thick and charged, pressed in. Before Kacey could draw breath, Tony spun her violently. Her back slammed against the cool, dark wood paneling, knocking the air from her lungs in a sharp gasp. The scent of aged timber and his furious cologne filled her nostrils.
"You think you can tease me?" Tony snarled, his face inches from hers, eyes blazing with a fury that was terrifyingly erotic. His large hands were already under her scandalously short skirt, fingers like iron claws tearing at the delicate silk of her panties. The fabric shredded with a sickening rip. "Drip your husband’s pathetic leftovers all over my restaurant and not get punished?"
He didn't wait for an answer. One powerful arm hooked under her thigh, yanking her leg high and wide. The other hand fumbled roughly at his belt buckle, the metallic clink loud in the sudden quiet. Kacey whimpered, pinned, the cool wood against her bare ass, the shredded silk dangling uselessly. She was exposed, vulnerable, her wetness instantly chilling in the air. The humiliation was molten, mixing with the desperate, aching need his rage ignited deep inside her.
"Tony, please—" she gasped, but the plea was swallowed as he freed himself. His thick, heavy cock sprang free, already rigid and flushed dark, the broad head glistening. He pressed it brutally against her soaked opening, grinding the hot flesh against her swollen clit. She cried out, arching against the wall, her fingers scrabbling uselessly against the polished wood.
"Please what?" he growled, his voice thick with contempt and lust. "Please fuck you? Please ruin you?" He spat the words. "You came here for this, you filthy slut. For my cock. Not his." He shifted his hips, the blunt head catching her entrance. "Tell me you want it."
"I want it!" Kacey moaned, the words ripped from her throat. "I want your cock, Tony! Please!"
"Louder."
"I WANT YOUR COCK!" she screamed, the sound echoing slightly in the plush hallway outside the private room. "Fuck me!"
With a guttural groan that vibrated through her pinned body, Tony drove forward. Hard. There was no gentle slide, no teasing penetration. He slammed his entire thickness into her dripping cunt in one brutal, unforgiving thrust.
Kacey screamed. A raw, ragged sound torn from her core. The stretch was immediate, agonizing, breathtaking. He filled her impossibly, stretching her walls wide, the sheer size and force driving the air from her lungs again. He was thicker, harder, more than James could ever be, the invasion a visceral reminder of the power imbalance, the raw, unadulterated dominance she craved. Pain flared, sharp and bright, but it was instantly consumed by a tidal wave of blinding pleasure. Her inner muscles clenched instinctively around the invading thickness, milking him, welcoming the brutal invasion.
"Fuck!" Tony hissed, his head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut for a second as her tight heat clamped down on him. "Christ, you're still so fucking tight… even after his pathetic prick." He pulled back, almost completely withdrawing, the sudden emptiness a cruel tease. Then he slammed home again, harder this time, grinding his hips against her ass, forcing himself impossibly deeper. The impact jarred her teeth. "Take it! Take all of it, you greedy whore!"
He set a punishing rhythm, pistoning into her with short, savage strokes that kept her pinned against the wall. Each thrust hammered her cervix, sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain radiating through her belly. Her breasts bounced violently against the confines of her dress with every impact. Her suspended leg trembled. The cool wood against her back, the heat of his body crushing her front, the relentless pounding deep inside her – it was sensory overload, pure, raw fucking.
"Yes! Oh God, yes!" Kacey babbled, her head lolling against the paneling. Tears pricked her eyes, a mixture of the intense sensation and the sheer, degrading ecstasy of being used like this. "Harder! Fuck me harder!"
"You like that?" Tony grunted, his breath hot and ragged against her ear. He shifted his grip, wrapping one arm around her waist, hauling her higher against the wall, changing the angle. The next thrust hit a different spot, deeper, sharper. Kacey shrieked, her vision blurring. "You like being James's wife while I split you open on my cock?"
"Yes!" she sobbed, her nails digging into his forearm. "Yes! Split me open! Fuck his wife!"
He laughed, a harsh, dark sound. "His wife? You're my cunt, Kacey. Mine to fuck whenever, wherever I want." He punctuated each word with a brutal thrust. "Mine to fill." Another slam. "Mine to ruin." He drove into her relentlessly, the wet, slapping sounds of their joining echoing off the wood, mingling with her gasps and his guttural groans. "Feel that? Feel how deep I own you?"
She could only moan in response, lost in the maelstrom. The friction was exquisite torture, the stretch a constant, delicious ache. Her clit throbbed, neglected but intensely sensitized by the sheer force of his penetration. She felt herself climbing, the coil tightening unbearably low in her belly with each jarring impact. "Tony… I'm gonna… I'm gonna come!" she gasped, the words barely coherent.
"Come," he commanded, his voice thick with exertion and dark satisfaction. "Come on my cock, you cheating bitch. Milk it. Show me how much you fucking need it."
The command, the crude ownership in his words, tipped her over. Her orgasm detonated, a white-hot explosion that ripped through her core. Her inner walls convulsed violently around his thick shaft, pulsing, clenching, trying to draw him impossibly deeper. She screamed again, a long, shuddering cry that echoed in the confined space, her body bucking wildly against his restraining grip.
Tony roared, his own control shattering as her spasming cunt milked him. He buried himself to the hilt, grinding against her as his hips jerked erratically. Hot pulses of his release flooded her depths, thick and copious, filling her with his possessive heat. He held her pinned, shuddering, his forehead pressed against the wood beside her head, his breath ragged gasps against her neck.
For long moments, the only sounds were their harsh breathing and the crackle of the fireplace in the adjoining room. The scent of sex, sweat, and expensive wood polish hung heavy in the air. Kacey felt utterly spent, boneless, pinned between the unyielding wall and Tony’s solid weight. His softening cock still nestled deep inside her, a possessive plug leaking his seed onto her trembling thighs.
Slowly, Tony pulled out. Kacey whimpered at the sudden emptiness, feeling the hot trickle escape her. He lowered her suspended leg, letting it crumple beneath her. She sagged against the wall, barely able to stand, her stockings torn, her dress askew, her face flushed and tear-streaked. Tony adjusted himself, tucking his softening cock back into his trousers with a grimace. He looked down at her, his expression unreadable – fury banked, replaced by a dark, satiated intensity.
He reached out, not gently, and wiped a smear of her wetness mixed with his release from her inner thigh with his thumb. He held it up, glistening in the dim light filtering from the main room. "Proof," he stated flatly, his voice rough. "Proof you belong to me." He wiped his thumb deliberately on the expensive velvet draping.