16th

Guilty

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Homewrecker series Part 8

Everything has a price, even love. The question is what is it worth to you. After all the price to pay is not always a monetary exchange, you can pay the price with your body, your mind, your peace……Tanya was walking on the fence of going after what she craves and letting go of what she knows will be too pricey for her to pay in the end.

Tanya’s POV

It’s been 3 weeks since Mr. Kline got a taste of me. I have fucked myself in every possible way trying to reenact those moments spent with him. Just imagining his feral eyes devouring me is successful to put me over the edge but my tools are failing me after being overused. Over these weeks I feel different. I mean I have been with a few guys but since I’ve met the devil himself, I don’t feel my age anymore plus I feel violated by how he makes me feel. How his dominance makes me submit and I let him fuck me anytime he wants. I need to be stronger than the power he has over me.

He needs to know that I can play his game too. He can’t just come and go as he wants. This time he must come where I want him.

I go to my vanity mirror and strip down to just my lacy bra which clearly shows my nipples and matching lace panties and click a couple polaroid’s. I then go through my drawer to take my trusted vibrator and proceed to make myself cum through the panties I took a picture in. Staining them just the right amount.

After coming down from my high I take a brown envelope big enough to fit my polaroid and the little surprise. I seal it with a quick lick and write down the Devils name on it.

Let’s see who is in control now big man. I think to myself as I quickly change and drive off to Mr. Kline’s office which is right around the corner. I go towards the receptionist and drop off the envelope for him. The lady knows me well enough since my dad works here as well just on a different floor. I know I know it’s quite fucking risky leaving my nudes for the devil where my own father will just be a few cabins away. But this tease is worth the risk. I finish off small talk with the receptionist and head back home. Smiling at the success of my stunt so far.

Mr. Kline’s POV

Life has been taken a turn for the worst recently. One of the clubs I own is under radar cause some fuckwit couldn’t keep their mouth shut about one of my products specifically cocaine stockpiled in the basement. Of course, I made sure to move that shit before a possible raid but what a waste of time. I am going to kill that little snitch the moment my men track him down. It’s an exclusive club for elites and only appointed memberships get access. To get some of the club’s glory back since the rumors of the shipment started, I decided I will be organizing a gala night and invite the biggest names on the clubs member list. That will get enough publicity to get the club back on track. “May I come in sir there was a letter dropped for you this morning” My receptionist knocking on my office door pulls me out of my train of thought. “Yeah, come in” I gesture her to leave it on my desk and leave. I am not in the mood to talk. I pour myself a glass of whisky from the glass tumbler on the shelf.

I see the envelope which has my name roughly scribbled on top of it. I sit down to open it. My heart drops down to my stomach at the contents in the envelope. That fucking tease of a vixen did not just do this.

3 polaroid’s with her in a sexy lace fit and oh look at that my marks on her from a couple weeks are still there just a bit faded. God the club has taken all my attention I wanted to be with her but just couldn’t.

But look at this, she even added a little price with the polaroid. I unknowingly bite into my tight fist while the other holds up the polaroid.

She is so beautiful. Her tits perky and taunt just staring into my soul. I feel myself getting rock hard just imagining what she had to do to stain those pretty little panties she has sent me. I need to find a release and no way I am heading off to my meetings for the rest of the day with blue balls. I unzip my pants just enough and stare down on the polaroid reimagining her clinging onto me just like she did a few weeks back. How she clamped down on my dick. My head rolls back and I work at it for a while. I try to reach for the tissues as I’m closing in but end up being not fast enough a few spots falls away on my thigh “Ah fuck me not my Armani this will be visible from miles away” I shout out looking at the very visible white spots on my matte black pants. I can’t believe this, I’m not a fucking highschooler to make a mess like this.

I go through my walk-in wardrobe and change my fit while I fix myself in the mirror all I can think about is how I need to see my little vixen. I need to come up with something soon, I need her begging for me after her little stunt today.

Tanya’s POV

I have been trying to concentrate on going through my uni notes, but all my attention is on Mr Kline, wondering if he opened the letter yet. But I try to get myself to concentrate. I am in my last year of my bachelor’s in psychology majoring in Deviant behaviors. We need to work on a thesis plus work with a local company to complete internship requisites.  I spend the next couple of hours going through massive list of recommended books for research. A knock on my door pulls my attention from my mac, “Darling dinner is ready come down” My mum chirps from behind the door. I check the time and holy shit its 8pm already? I slug my way downstairs taking in the yummy aroma of something cheesy. God, I love cheesy shit at the end of a tiring day.

We settle down on the table while the house help serves us food. “Hey mom something smells amazing did you make your classic lasagna” I say while rubbing my hand in anticipation “Yes, I have, extra cheesy just like you like it”. I smile at my mom.

“Tanya I was wondering if you are free next weekend, no plans with friends?” My dad intercepts. I mentally go through my calendar and tell him that I have no plans.

“Great, The Kline’s are holding a gala next Sunday and since we are the founding members along with the other families, we need to present ourselves as a family. Come along with your mom and I.” I take a big bite of the lasagna on my plate to hide my smirk while nodding a yes towards dad indicating that I will be there.

Casablanca is one of the most sought-after clubs for elites in the whole of Italy. My parents happen to be one of the first families to be members and Erika told me a couple years back that her family owned that club. Which means the Devil will be waiting for me, I am going to make this night memorable.

The next day I head out to buy myself a gown for the gala. After a couple of shops, I end up at a place where I see a beautiful black gown with thigh high splits on both sides and the waist is bunched by a corset belt. I think I fell in love right there. I get in and buy that gown at lightning speed and walk out swinging the shopping bag over my shoulder, proud that I could score something so perfect. After all that devil of a man loves black. I was about to walk out of the mall when my eyes fall on an exotic jewelry shop. DeBeurs, they have always been controversial for their jewelry pieces. I mean after all they made every possible sex toy with precious gems. I head in with an agenda in mind. A little surprise for the devil when he devours me tonight. I go through some very luxurious looking vibrators and belts, but I halt when I see the winner. A beautiful, silver-plated butt plug with diamonds and rubies encrusted to make a heart. It was pricey but who cares, my ass deserves some love. I wave my card and the salesperson packs it up for me.

Couple days pass by fast between planning for my look for Sunday and working on my thesis. I check my phone to see if there are any texts from the devil after he saw the envelope. A dread sets in my stomach thinking he may have not even opened it yet. I frown at the thought and force myself to take a nap so that I don’t have dark circles for tonight’s gala.

My gown is steam ironed and ready for me, I hop into the shower for a quick scrub so that my legs look smooth through the thigh splits of the gown. I curl my hair to make it a bit bouncy and apply a classic red lipstick with a smokey look for my eyes. I complete the look with transparent heels to make my legs look longer.

Mom wears a beautiful white gown with peach accents while dad matches with her in a white suite and peach color tie. We all soon enough start driving towards the gala. The venue looks gorgeous. Silver balloons with red roses splattered across the gardens and fountains. The main building is lit up with huge spotlights making the building stand out under the night sky. I walk behind my parents and enter through the large wooden doors. It’s a huge ballroom with two curved staircases on the opposite sides.

Everyone is dressed to the 9s. My eyes wander around trying to spot the devil but so far, no signs of him. I huff out loud and make my way down to the bar while my parents get busy with another family talking about something I am honestly not interested in. I ask the bartender to make me a Gin and dubonnet. The only thing that always works to calm my nerves. I down 3 glasses before I know it. I notice someone settling down at the chair behind me and turn to see who it is. It’s a middle-aged guy around Mr Kline’s age and a pleasant smile. “Hey, trying to avoid the boring adults like me here?” He asks me trying to start a conversation. His smirk doesn’t go unnoticed by me. “Yes, I just came to accompany my parents what about you?” I respond trying not to sound woozy as the drinks are now kicking in. “I am accompanying my brother, but he has found himself a lady to keep busy with so here I am” he notes while raising his whisky glass. He downs it all in one gulp and stands up, “Can I have a dance with you, miss?” extending his hand towards me. I take his hand and answer “Tanya, you can call me Tanya and yes lead the way. What’s your name btw?” I don’t mind a little distraction from the utter rejection I am feeling inside from the Mr Kline still not being anywhere to be seen.  He positions us for a dance putting my hand on his shoulder “You can call me Alec” he says looking down at me through his beautiful lashes. God, I hate when men have better lashes than girls its so unfair! But this man carries it in a very sensual elegant way.

A couple of minutes pass by dancing with Alec when I feel two holes burning down at my back like someone is staring at me. I switch positions with Alec so That I can look around at who was the person staring so intensely. My eyes land straight on the devil wearing an all-black 3-piece suite. His emerald-colored orbs looking through me with what can only be described as anger. But I notice he is not looking straight at me but rather at Alec’s hand on my waist. He notices me looking at him and he diverts his eyes towards the bar, standing up and heading out there.

I feel dejected, I guess he didn’t open my envelope after all. I pull back my focus to Alec. By now the drinks have fully kicked in and I feel my steps getting wobbly.

 I observe Alec’s features more closely while our bodies sway to the ballroom music. If I wasn’t obsessed with the devil, I would have actually gone for this man in front of me. He had thin but beautiful pink lips. It is said that men share the same color between their lips and the tip of their dick. If that’s true, I would love to explore what this god in front of me has in store. He had light honey toned eyes; I have never seen eyes that spoke so much, that carried authority so heavily, eyes that conveyed need so well. The kind that doesn’t ask permission before drowning you in its depths. It was like he could see through my facade almost eye-fucking the real me, the hidden me with just one look. It was intimidating and so fucking seductive. I wonder if his eyes will turn a shade darker when I’m kneeling down for him worshipping every inch he has to offer. Fuck I bet he tastes divine.

He must have seen me checking him out and that earned me a smirk from him. God, can smirks make me this wet? Am I losing my mind. I don’t even know this man.

We have been dancing for a couple of minutes so far. He is going for a twirl and rolls me into his arms. In this position he is pressed firmly against my back.  He trails his fingers from my shoulders to my elbows and my head naturally rests back on the nook of his neck. Jesus, his cologne is intoxicating and all I can think about is how my bedroom would smell like if I fucked him, it will be a delicious mix of his cologne and cum. He turns me around and I face him again. I see his smirk has gone wider, fine age lines around his eyes. He has a more defined beard compared to the devil. The perfect salt and pepper. I bite my lip thinking about his honey pooled eyes looking at me as he devours me, gulping every drop I have to offer. I was so busy in my thought I don’t realize he has moved us to the corner of the ballroom and leans into my ear “If you keep looking at me like a hungry little girl, I might have to feed you.” I look back at him wide eyed. Was I that obvious?

I lowly whisper back, looking up at him “I don’t think you can cope with my appetite old man” and that flipped a switch in him and smacked the smirk from his face. Damn I just challenged a man that looks like he could make me beg for mercy the same way people beg gods to forgive their sins.

His grip on my waist got tighter. He looked around and dragged me up the stairs. I didn’t bother looking around to see if the devil or my parents could witness me on my way to get pounded out of my mind and honestly, I didn’t care if they saw. Something about this stranger ignites a fire straight down to my core. No one but the devil has made me feel like this before and is it bad that I do not feel Guilty…

<< To be continued >>

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-Penned by : DesiG

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