Just Like Old Times?

His hand kneaded at her ass, one moving to grab her by the shoulder and **** her to turn around so that her body was against the table. Immediately, the woman behind the mask of Laura knew what he wanted. He wanted to recapture the old lust he had for this body, for the woman he'd taken on as a mistress, when he was young and full of vigor, and truly knew so little about who she_ truly _was. That, she was more than happy to facilitate.

Of course, it was still a bit different. The tearing of her skirt down the middle might've been something Tony did all those years ago, and the smack on the ass was pushing it, but the pulling of that ponytail back so that her neck craned at an incredibly uncomfortable angle **** to stare at him was definitely something that had only started since this became a regular thing. It was Tony's ****, she supposed. Most men liked to pretend they were in control when they felt betrayed. She could allow him that thought, she reflected as she felt him line his size up with her cunt... and besides. She did love a bit of hate fucking.

A little, slow _"Fuck..." _escaped Tony as he entered her, his eyes closing for but a moment before reopening to watch her intently. Little **** breaths escaped her between her bitten lip, blue eyes staring back, needy.

That was all he needed. His other hand sunk harshly into her ass, nails digging in, as the sound of clapping skin filled the room. Powerful, slow, dominant thrusts came from him, his eyes staring a hole into her, reminding her who was in charge. And in that moment, he was. The little whimpers that she let out were as genuine as they got. There was a reason she kept coming back.

And that reason came soon after. There was no foreplay, just being fucked. Those slow, hard powerful thrusts quickly turned into a series of harsh ones, and the room echoes with the sound of her clapping cheeks. "Is that what you like?" Came a little whisper. "Huh?" He slowly pulled her back even more, fingers digging into her ass, body crashing against her. "Answer me."

"Yes. God, yes." Came the reply from the woman hidden beneath Laura's **** eyes. She was letting a rythm of moans that now echoed through the room, joining the cacophony of their pleasure. As an immediate response, Tony took hold of her under the chin and pulled her back even further, her spine curved to his whims. She felt him pump relentlessly into her, in full control of her body, huffs escaping him as he pounded her relentlessly.

"Fuck... fuck..." Came a hoarse reply from her. She was seeing stars. A pathetic series of screams were escaping her in little bursts, and she knew she was close. "Fuck, god, please..." Came another hoarse yell. She was dizzy, spinning, and on the very edge, she wouldn't last much longer...

Another scream of, "Fuck!" escaped her, but it was very suddenly silenced by the feeling of his hand flexing forward and wrapping around her throat. That was it. Immediately in a hoarse, guttural series of moans held back by her windpipe she broke into a tangled scream of pleasure. White hot ecstasy overtook her body as she was lost in the tangle of his relentless control over her, her mind adrift on a sea of carnal pleasure.

In the distance, she could hear him grunting. He hadn't stopped pounding into her, and she could distantly hear him cursing under his breath, taunting her with words that did not make proper sentences, but did convey his pleasure. She smiled internally, knowing that her control over him was not lost by giving into his need to use her. Quietly, she wondered what came next. He couldn't hold out much longer.