It was the night of their next dinner party, and all of her friends were gathered at Tessa's penthouse. The night was clear and beautiful and it offered them all a spectacular view of the city below. Tessa had served them a delicious catered meal, as she did not cook herself, and they had enjoyed a leisurely dessert and torn through multiple bottles of wine. She was currently fetching more from the pantry and was straining to reach a few bottles of red that she kept up on a high shelf when she heard a small sound behind her. She looked behind her to find Quinn slipping into the pantry, shutting the door behind him.
He hadn't said a single word to her all night, but his eyes spoke for him whenever he looked at her. He seemed especially appreciative of her new royal blue dress. It had a deep v-neck collar that showed off her tits, the raunched fabric held up by thin gold chains that functioned as straps. It was backless and tight around her body, the skirt high and body contouring.
"What are you doing?" She demanded, the wine forgotten.
"Shut up." Was all he rumbled as he grabbed her by her shoulders and shoved her face against the wall. His hands were immediately at her waist, pulling her skirt up to expose her naked pussy to him. "Already wet for me, you whore."
He had already unzipped his pants and before she even knew what was happening, he had lifted her up by her waist and rammed him dick up inside her.
"We don't have much time." He grunted as he began to fuck her, his strokes long and hard. His massive weight was pinning her up on the wall and holding her immobile as he fucked her from behind. He was rough and needy, his dick as hard as a rock inside of her. Her body was coming alive and she let her head roll back onto his shoulder as she focused on the sensations within her. Over and over he pounded her, her breath rattling out of her and her tits jiggling with every thrust. Her pussy began to throb and she knew that she was nearing orgasm.
"Quiet!" He snarled as one meaty hand pressed over mouth to stifle the moans that were beginning to rattle out of her. "If they hear us, they will come and there is no lock on that door. Do you want that?"
She moaned and tossed her head at his words. No, she didn't want that but the agony and ecstasy within her was growing with every second that he pounded into her. Thankfully he kept his hand over her mouth so when the orgasm gripped her, her shrill scream was muffled by the flesh of his hand.
"Your pussy is dripping for me." His breath rattled out of him as he nipped at her ear. "Dirty, whore. You like getting fucked like this, don't you?"
"Yes." She tried to moan into his thick hand. It was muffled, but still he understood.
"Hiding in a closet getting fucked from behind." He chuckled as he reached up to pull her hair. He yanked on it with every thrust of his hips. He was speeding up again, if such a thing was possible. She did not know how it was possible for him to keep up this pace but he did, his dick ramming relentlessly into her tight pussy. A moment later he came with a groan, his entire body going tense as his dick sprayed its hot load into her.
Once it was over he pulled his dick out of her with moan. Still he kept her pinned to the wall, his large body hard against her.
"I didn't plan that, but I saw you come in here and I couldn't wait." He informed her. His hand was still over her mouth so she could not speak but she wanted to ask him: wait for what? "You've been teasing me with that dress all night. I just needed to shove my dick in you."
With that he finally released her and stepped backward. Tessa took a deep breath as she pulled her skirt back down and covered herself up. Finally, she turned to face him and found him smirking at her. He studied her for a moment before he reached for the two bottles of wine that she had been reaching for and pressed them into her hands.
"We better get back to the party." He informed her. "But tonight, after everyone leaves, I want you to take your trash out to the dumpster on the first floor of the parking garage. Do you understand?"
Tessa nodded soundlessly. Her mind was already whirring. Did he plan on fucking her behind the dumpster like a street person? But she didn't question him.
"Good whore." He nodded as he turned her by her shoulders and gave her a shove toward the door. Tessa opened it and slipped back into her kitchen before making her way into the dining room and holding up the wine.
"Who needs a refill?" She called as she held up the bottles -- just as if this was any normal dinner. As if Quinn had not just fucked her against the wall in her own pantry with all of her friends so close by. Any one of them could have walked in and found her with his dick buried in her pussy. Tessa knew that Quinn would have loved that.
The devil himself slipped back into the room a few minutes later and went back to his usual routine of completely ignoring her.
Bastard.
Tessa turned her contemptuous eyes on him and tried to make him feel her hate for him. He glanced up and smirked at her, but those blue eyes held a promise of things to come. She felt a sharp jolt tear through her clit and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. He chuckled before he turned his attention back to the person beside him and tuned her out once again.
God, how she hated him.
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Over an hour later, Tessa found herself riding the elevator down to the parking garage, a bag of trash clutched in her hand. She felt ridiculous doing this in her blue dress but she had dared not change out of it after the party. She had a feeling that it would piss Quinn off.
There were trash chutes upstairs so there was no reason for her to be doing this. The dumpster was only for items too large to fit in the chutes. But she was complying. She knew the consequences if she didn't.
