Roman ignored him, savoring another taste of scotch and openly staring at an image of a pinup girl in nothing but heels and stockings.
Seth cleared his throat softly. "Um, dear, dinner's ready for you...whenever you feel like it, I mean. Not trying to rush you, but..."
"Alright, alright, don't get your panties in a twist, I'm coming," Roman replied, setting the magazine down and polishing off the rest of his scotch. "It had better be good, because I'm fucking starving." He got up and walked up to Seth, slapping him hard on the ass as he passed by on his way to the kitchen. Seth hoped that maybe in his half-drunk state, Roman wouldn't notice that dinner was sub-par. He took a deep breath and followed behind, his heels clicking daintily against the linoleum flooring.
Roman sat down at the table, unfolding his napkin as his eyes traveled over the curves of Seth's ass in the blue dress. He adjusted his expanding girth in his dress pants before setting the napkin in his lap. Seth turned back around, holding a plate of food which he then set in front of Roman at the table. "Here you are, dear...I...I tried to keep it warm the best I could, but well... you got home so late, and-"
"And what?" Roman snarled, annoyed. "Am I in trouble or something?" He grabbed Seth by the arm, yanking him closer. "You listen to me, bitch. I'm a grown-ass man. I can do whatever the hell I want. If you don't like it, you know where the door is...dear," he said with a malicious grin.
Seth tried not to tremble, but Roman's obvious strength and size were exciting and terrifying at the same time. He was looking for a fight tonight, that much was clear. Seth knew he couldn't act too eager, because Roman liked it better when he resisted. It was tricky finding that sweet spot between being a two-dollar whore and June Cleaver that pleased his man so much, but Seth prided himself on making sure Roman got whatever he wanted, even if it was sometimes at his own expense.
"Oh yeah?" Seth teased, whipping the napkin out of Ro's lap, revealing the telltale sign of his interest. "I don't think you really want that, do you baby?" He pouted, running a finger lightly up the arm that was holding onto him. "I mean, who's gonna make you dessert as good as me?"
He pulled Roman's hand up to his mouth and sucked on his index finger, their eyes locked as Roman moaned helplessly for a moment. He soon caught himself, however, and pulled his arm back hastily, scowling. He grabbed a fork and dug in, taking a big bite and chewing thoughtfully as Seth sat down at the table.
Roman suddenly stopped chewing and made a disgusted face. He looked directly at Seth and spit his mouthful back onto the plate. "What the hell is this?" he growled, eyeing Seth suspiciously.
"It's tuna casserole. You like tuna casserole, baby."
"Nooooo, no. NO. That is not tuna casserole. That is some kind of.....abomination. What in God's name did you do to it?" Ro poked around on the plate, coming up with a forkful of mostly green. "What is this? Are these fucking PEAS? Are you fucking KIDDING ME?? Are you really that dumb?" He barked, nostrils flaring.
"What? Well...I used peas this time because we already had them. I'm sorry dear, I didn't know-"
Roman held his hand up, stopping Seth mid-sentence. "And what is that taste...it tastes like cream of crap. Did you buy the store brand cream of mushroom soup again? He glared, waiting for an explanation.
"But....it was 30 cents off. I was trying to be frugal, babe," Seth said, his nervousness coming though in his voice. "I thought that's what you would want."
As Seth spoke, Roman's eyes narrowed and his expression became deadly serious. He pushed his chair back, throwing his napkin on the table, and said in a stern voice: "STOP. Get that ass over here. RIGHT now," pointing at the floor next to him. Seth jumped up and came obediently to Ro's side.
"Honey, I'm sorry," Seth pleaded, trying to calm him down. "Please..."
"No. Uh-uhh....you shut it." Roman grabbed Seth by the upper arm and threw him face-down across his lap. Seth let out a surprised squeal as he came off of his feet and ended up sprawled out helplessly, ass up. "Honey, please...don't do this..." Seth begged, but Roman's anger needed an outlet, and Seth was a perfect target for it.
Roman grabbed the back of Seth's head by his hair, bobby pins springing loose as he roughly yanked it back. "Oh, I'm gonna do it, and you're gonna take it...because you deserve it, you dumb fucking slut. In fact, since being a slut is pretty much the only thing you do well, I think I'm just gonna skip right to dessert." He ran a hand up the inside of Seth's thigh, flipping up the polka-dotted skirt and exposing his incredibly round, firm backside.
Ro couldn't help but pause for a moment to take in the delicious sight of that splendid ass adorned with garters and satin panties. He ran his hand over it, fingers sliding smoothly down his ass crack, and a small moan escaped Seth's mouth. "What was that for?" Ro asked testily. "Don't tell me you're getting off on this, you whore. You can't even take punishment without getting turned on by it?" He squeezed the cheek in his hand hard to drive his point home.
Seth gulped as he suppressed the urge to cry out. He knew he couldn't let on that he was, in fact, extremely turned on, even though Roman could undoubtedly feel his raging hard-on pressed against his thigh. He knew what Roman wanted though. "No....stop....please, don't hurt me," he cried as he struggled, kicking and squirming.
"You brought this on yourself," Ro chastised, raising a large hand, his eyes ablaze.
Seth couldn't help but scream when the first slap hit him squarely across the sensitive bottom part of his cheeks, bringing his skin color to a blushing pink almost immediately. Roman didn't stop there, however. He continued to administer a barrage of perfectly-timed smacks, working Seth up until he could feel his body tensing up across his lap.
The sight of Seth's shapely legs kicking back at him in the white stilettos was absolutely delicious, and Roman felt a tantalizing ripple of tension course through his own body as he delivered even more slaps to that resilient backside. He found himself moaning as he watched it grow redder and redder, until his alcohol-fueled libido couldn't take the self-inflicted teasing any more. He grabbed a fork off the table and stabbed it through the satin panties, ripping a hole in them, and then used his hands to tear them right down the middle.
He grinned as he leaned over Seth's prone body, peering closely at the tiny puckered hole that sat nestled between the mounds he held spread apart in his hands. It was shiny already, which meant that he had pre-lubed. "You little fucking whore, you. I think maybe if I ever want to get a decent meal around here, I'm gonna have to fuck the whore right out of you. Just pound it right to you until you physically can't take any more," Roman growled in a sinister tone.
Seth found it difficult to focus on producing any words, much less the ones Roman was looking to hear, but somehow he held himself together enough to reply in a breathy moan, "please.....don't.....stop..."
Roman's grin grew wider upon hearing Seth's plea, and he jammed two fingers deep into Seth's asshole, chuckling quietly to himself. Seth's body involuntarily arched back and Roman shoved his head back down, whispering, "Shhhh, just take it like the slut we both know you are, baby." He worked them slowly in and out, scissoring his fingers back and forth inside of that gripping tunnel as Seth started to lose control of his vocal chords.
"Fuuuckkk.....baby, you know what's best for me...tear me up if you have to. I'm such a fucking slut, I just can't help it." He whined, his cock throbbing madly against Roman's leg. "I need you to make me be good. I need it so bad. Please."
That was all Roman needed to hear. He pushed Seth back up onto his feet and stood up, kicking the chair over behind him. Catching Seth's gaze, he swiped an arm across the table, sending china crashing noisily to the floor. Seth squealed again as Ro grabbed him by the throat and threw him on his back onto the table, pulling his legs up and holding him by the heels of his shoes with one hand. With the other, he quickly undid his pants, freeing an intimidatingly large and rigid cock. He stepped up to the edge of the table and teased the head of it at Seth's twitching hole. "So, I guess since you're already so nice and wet, you won't mind if I do this then?"
Seth didn't get a chance to answer before Roman's pole was ramrodding its way into him, sending intense shock waves of heat through his shuddering body. "Fuck....don't....stop," he pleaded yet again, his doe eyes wet with tears.
As his throbbing dick drilled into Seth's ass, Roman let out a deep groan, his tension finally finding the outlet it so desperately needed. He began to work into a steady, forceful rhythm, the table creaking beneath them as he grunted, his hair starting to come loose from his ponytail and hang down in his face. He was soon pounding that squirming sheath relentlessly, enjoying the screams and hoarse cries coming from Seth's throat. "You like this, don't you?" Ro asked, slowing down momentarily. "This isn't even punishment for you, is it, you sleazy little trick? Do you need something more than this? Huh?" He antagonized, thrusting in as far as he could go to punctuate his words.
"Whatever you think I need, babe...you know best," Seth moaned, rolling his hips up to meet Ro's thrusts, mascara smearing as he squeezed his teary eyes shut and bit his bottom lip.
Roman stopped, staying lodged fully inside of him, and loosened his tie, pulling it over his head. He grabbed Seth's forearms and pulled them around so that they were hugging his own thighs, then slid the loop over his wrists and swiftly tied them off. He then unbuttoned his shirt and stripped it off, leaving himself in a white tank top undershirt and an evil smile. "That's right, honey buns, I do know what's best. And believe me, that's exactly what you're going to get."
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