(Birthday gift for a friend. Happy very bellated birthday J.)
At first glance, the restaurant wasn’t half bad. A rectangular open kitchen occupied the center of the room, with tables spread around it in an irregular pattern. The walls were decorated with stone in a creamy grey shade while the floors and ceiling were wooden and at a much darker mahogany brown. The cool lighting broke the aggressive contrast of the room, giving a warm, homey almost, vibe to the restaurant. With the number of autographed pictures of Korean celebrities hanging from the walls, Steven Yeun, Ken Jeong, and Bobby Lee being among them, Shuri was bewildered to see it was almost empty.
The four cooks worked leisurely, audibly enjoying the slow day at the restaurant, and Richard’s gaze fell on them with a childlike almost curiosity. It wasn’t her first time at an open kitchen restaurant though. She kept her eyes locked on him. Richard was a very attractive man with his manly chin and his imposing body. He had semi-long brown hair tied on a semi-loose man bun. He was well shaven with a bright smile and a pair of grey eyes. Many a time she’d catch herself stealing glimpses of him with the corners of her eyes, watching his muscles swell from beneath his tight suits and picturing what those strong hands of his would feel like on her body.
The food arrived shortly and now she had something else to drool over. She didn’t expect much but she was pleasantly taken aback by the number of side dishes that came, alongside their rice. Gimbap, pajeon, tteokbokki, dak-kkochi, and tteok-kochi, and a plethora of others were laid in front of her. The moment the waiter finished serving them she grabbed her chopsticks and rushed in tasting them one by one.
“How’s the food?”, Richard asked her after a while. “Everything on par with the stuff back home?”
“I couldn’t tell you”, she replied after swallowing a mouthful of baek kimchi. “I was raised right here.”
“Ouch”, he chuckled. “Sorry about that.”
“You are fine. Although we have been working together for quite some time. It wouldn’t hurt to ask.”
“Heh. It definitely would not.”
The conversation died down for a while as they ate. He preferred the spicy dishes, especially the buldak, while she stayed away from them opting for the more mild ones instead. The gungjung-tteokbokki being by far her favorite.
He raised his hand and asked for soju before turning to her and speaking.
“Not a fan of spice, Miss Kim?”, he asked
“I like my spice”, she replied without taking her eyes off of her food. “Just not on my food.”
“Oh?”
“A life without spice is a boring one, Mr. Papadopoulos. Wouldn’t you agree?”
The waiter arrived with a bottle of soju and two glasses. Richard grabbed the bottle with his left hand, using his right to support his elbow. She smiled at his proper use of etiquette, he was really trying to impress her. And she was a sucker for playing along. She filled his glass in the same way as he did, before raising her own and clinging with him. They both downed their drinks in one gulp.
“ Ah . Heavy stuff, huh?”, Richard remarked.
“First time drinking soju?”, she responded with a tease.
“Ha! Not by a long shot. I just didn’t want to make you feel bad.”
“What was that? You think I can’t handle my drink?”
He flashed her a smile and poured her another drink.
“Only one way to find out.”
***
The next couple of hours were spent drinking and, if she had to be honest, Shuri couldn’t remember much of them. A few rough patches of conversation and a strong feeling of regret were all she could piece together as she rode on an Uber, soaring through the dark city. Her head was heavy, so much so she couldn’t lift it from the side window even though the vibrating glass made her stomach spin. Some time must have passed from when they left the restaurant as she couldn’t recognize the part of the city she was being driven through, not that the swarm of angry bees hammering away at her skull from the inside could let her think straight.
She was lucid enough though to think that something was going awfully wrong. Her body was hot and she wasn’t wearing her glasses. With some effort she managed to turn her head to the side, only to see Richard with a stern look on his face. He was saying something to the driver, something that she managed to piece out was an unknown address.
“W… whe ah wje goin?”, she managed to mutter struggling to keep her eyes open.
“Oh baby, you are awake.”
Baby?
He turned to face her, his lips curling upwards into a warm smile. His face betrayed him though. It wasn’t the face of a concerned coworker. It was dark and grim and twisted. He leaned closer, bringing his mouth to her ear. One hand stroked her black hair while another snaked its way on her thigh and under her skirt.
“We are here baby”, he whispered.
Shivers went down her spine. Where was “here”? And what was his hand doing down there? She tried to push him off but she felt so sleepy. So small as he cast his shadow over her. So… powerless.
The car stopped and Richard got off of her, taking his card out to pay for the ride. By the looks of it, they were at a shitty motel. Her senses had begun coming back to her and in her newfound clarity, she pushed the car door open and rushed out. Unfortunately for her with heels that high even if her legs weren’t made of jello she wouldn’t be able to run. He caught up to her with ease, putting his massive hand around her. Her heart sank as she watched the Uber drive off.
“Let- let me go!”, she yelled at him trying to push his hand away. He didn’t budge an inch. He forcefully led her past the parking lot and into one of the dozen identical rooms.
“What the fuck are you doing? I’ll… I’ll scream.”
“Go ahead”, he taunted as he threw her on the floor. “No one can hear you. No one is coming to save you.”
He locked the door behind him and put the keys back in his pocket. Panicking, she tried to crawl away but he was faster. His grip caught her ankle and pulled, making her stop dead in her tracks. He was strong, unbearably so. She had no chance of getting away from him.
“Stop it”, she yelled. “Stop it!”
“Or what?”, Richard laughed. “I already told you. It’s just you and me here.”
She squirmed, kicking with both her legs trying to get away but it was all in vain. He pulled again, bringing her body under his and locking her in place. He brought his lips on her, kissing her forcefully. He shoved his face deep into the side of her neck, sucking on her tender skin as the alcohol in his breath filled her nostrils. Richard’s hands roved her body ardently, cupping her modest breasts over her shirt and squeezing them hard, a startled shriek escaping Shuri’s mouth.
“Please”, she whispered as the strength of her resistance began to dwindle. “Just.. stop.”
“Oh baby”, he got up and began unbuckling his belt. “I’m just getting started.”
He grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head with one hand, her feeble attempts to break free didn’t even seem to draw his attention. Not even a little. The leather strap wrapped around her hands and closed on a death grip, like a python strangling its prey. She kicked on the carpet, managing to find a coat rack and bringing it down with a loud bang. Unphased he flipped her over violently, knocking the air out of her chest.
“Please…”, tears were rolling down her cheeks. “I beg of you.”
“Shut up, you little slut.”
He pushed her face-first into the carpet. With his free hand, he unzipped his pants and took his rock-hard cock out. She let out a whimper as she felt her skirt being lifted and her panties being drawn to the side.
“Stop acting like you don’t want this”, he laughed. “This naughty little pussy of yours is begging me to give it a proper fucking.”
“Nmmmph! Mmmmph!”
He didn’t waste time with foreplay. He rubbed his dick up and down on her pussy. Once. Twice. Then he lined his tip with the entrance and pushed in, earning a muffled cry. And God was he big . She felt his cock squirming within her, splitting her insides open as she struggled to take him in. He filled her up completely, from top to bottom. Every nook and cranny of her violated by him, every vein and bump of his dick becoming painstakingly apparent the more he stayed inside her.
“Fuck baby! You are so tight.”
A moment of relief came as he pulled out only to be snagged away from her grasp less than a second later when he slammed back in. Her small body shook and whimpered, unable to break away, as he had his way fully and utterly. He quickly got into a rhythm, pulling out almost all the way only to charge back in at full force. Loud claps filled the room, alongside muffled cries. He held her head from behind, one hand over her mouth and one at the back of her head keeping her perfectly still and her back arched. He grunted as he fucked her, in tandem with his loud thrusts. Primally, with little difference than a dog in heat.
“Argh! It’s coming, baby. I’m gonna cum.”
“Mmmh!”, she tried to beg him.
Please don’t cum inside me, was the only thing she could think as everything else was flushed out. His savage pistoning grew deeper and stronger, his tip reaching all the way up to her cervix. As his grunts grew louder and lower she knew. He was about to cum and by the looks of it, he didn’t feel like pulling out.
“Ah. Ah! Aaarrgh!”, he groaned and rammed his dick as deep as he could.
That final thrust sent him over the edge. He came, shooting rope after rope of scalding hot cum down her pussy, filling her to the brim and then some.
He collapsed on her like a panting boulder. His hand finally left her mouth only to reach under her and grab hold of her tit. Panic overtook her as she felt him grow hard inside her once again.
“Ready for round two?”, he whispered with a grin.
***
“How was it?”, Richard asked the still wet pile of towels on the bed next to him.
“Hmpf”, a female voice came from under them. “Adequate.”
“Adequate?”, he pulled the top towel off of Shuri and glared at her. “You were screaming like a bitch in heat.”
“Screw you”, she pushed his hand away and climbed on top of his chest. “If you think five rounds was enough to satisfy me, you don’t know me at all.”
He chuckled. “Aren’t you bratty tonight. Looks like I’ll have to discipline you.”
He pushed her off to the side, grabbing her legs and lifting them up as far as she could take.
“Yes please”, she purred as his open palm fell on her tender cheek.
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