EroticReverie

Present

I'd lost track of time as I pleasured myself to thoughts of that night with Devin, because I jumped, my hand slipping from my panties, so close to cumming, as I heard the beep of the electronic lock on the door. I adjust my panties and stood, as I started walking toward the door, I gasped. 

I hadn't lost track of time, it had only been minutes, and Devin wasn't early. It wasn't him at the door. It was his father. 

"M-mister Donahue" I managed to stammer, looking around and then back at him. 

His eyebrow lifted as he eyed me, his head tilting slightly to one side as he took in my attire. 

Shit. Shit. Shit. I cursed to myself. 

"Interesting." was all he said, his voice revealing nothing of his mood or his thoughts. 

"I..um..I.." I didn't know what to say as he walked over towards me while observing the suite, the boxes, the balloons. 

I'd only met him a handful of times whenever our families mingled, and most recently two weeks ago, at his son's wedding. 

"I'd assumed my son was having an affair....all smart men keep themselves a delicious little secret on the side.." he said, strolling closer and closer. I swallowed hard, and hated to learn that he too obviously kept the same kind of secrets from his wife. Mistresses. 

"But..the younger sister..." he gave a slight laugh. "Well...my son has some balls on him, that's for sure." he says , looking down at me. 

"Is it your birthday Layla?" he asks looking around, and back at me, now standing just a foot away. 

I nod. 

"Hmmm...interesting..." he says. "I take it from the balloons....you're just now turning 18?" he asks and I nod once. 

"Y-yes sir.' I say nervously. 

"And just how long has this been going on with my son?" he asks , raising a brow. 

"Um...I..." I look down and away, and I slightly flinch as he lifts a hand to my chin turning my gaze back to him. 

The smile on his face , the gleam in his eye , I watch his eyes go to my mouth, he studies them and gently lowers his finger from my chin, and I gasp as his hand then goes down my chest. 

"Tell me Layla..." he says his fingers sliding along my collar bone, tracing the diamond choker on my neck. 

"How long has my son been screwing you?" he asks. I swallow hard and blink as his fingers keep tracing my collar bone. i want to run, out of this room, out of this hotel. 

"Two years." I answer. His eyes widen and then lift from watching his fingers slither across my skin and up to my eyes. 

His surprise fades quickly and then he only grins.

"Interesting." he says his fingers now sliding down the middle of my chest, making goosebumps prickle my arms as he drags them between my breasts and down the deep plunge of the dress. 

"It's been awhile since I've had a whore that young.." he says and the word makes me flinch. Whore. Yes, Devin calls me that among several other names when we have sex, but he's never said it the way his father is saying it to me. 

"I'm not a-"

He cuts me off with a laugh that disarms my defenses. 

"Oh yes you are dear..." he says. "But that's alright...I quite enjoy your type....so willing to do all the things our wives aren't.....nice young ladies....not needing the respect a regular woman does." He says with a smile. 

"We get to mold you.....create...the perfect..little slut our heart desires." he says with a devilish grin, and I breathe heavy with nervousness.

"I think i'd like to see just how good you are at it...I can see why he enjoys you...." he licks his lip and I gasp as he grabs my nipple, right on the mark, through my dress. 

"You're easily excited by a mans touch arent you Layla?" he smirks, and I freeze, unable to even move as his hand then goes to the middle of my chest and pushes it's way under the fabric, grabbing my bare breast. My nipple hard in his palm. I gasp as he squeezes, his other hand pulling me from my lower back into him. I stumble into him.

"I..." it's the only word I can form, my jaw moving, but no other words coming out. 

His nostrils flare and he breathes heavy and I can feel the hardness of him through his suit pants digging into me. 

"It's quite alright dear...being easily excited.....because you've easily excited me too.." his jaw ticks and he grins and his hand pushes up and down in my dress, his rough hands, grabbing at my breast. 

"M-mister Donahue , I don't think..." 

"Exactly dear....don't think....that's not what you were trained to do ...now was it?" he shakes his head. 

"I think I'd like to borrow you..." he grins. "Would you like that?....Two powerful...rich men... taking turns, fucking the wet little gash between your legs?" he says through gritted teeth.

"Dad!" Devin's voice booms from the door way. His father's head jerks, his hand slipping from out of my dress slowly, I don't miss Devin's eyes catching it, his nostrils flaring as he throws down the key card and storms over, the door shutting behind him. 

"Devin...what a pleasant non surprise" he says, turning from me as I then find it in me to back away, shaking my head at Devin, as he glares at me, but glares even harder at his father.

"What the hell are you doing?" he says stepping toe to toe with his father, his father just chuckles.

"Just saying hello to Layla" he says stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"With your hand in her dress?" Devin's jaw ticks. 

His father lifts one hand from his pocket and places it on his sons shoulder. Devin turns his head glaring at the hand on his shoulder and shrugs it off. 

"Well, she didn't ask me not to.." his father shrugs. Devin looks over his shoulder at me and my jaw still wobbles, speechless. All I can do is shake my head. 

"Keep your hands...off of her." Devin growls. I swallow hard wondering if they're about to beat the shit out of one another. 

"Sixteen Devin....screwing a little whore since she was 16 I must say...I'm rather proud of you"  his father says, egging him on, baiting him.

Devin's fists clench.

"Get out." he says through clenched teeth. 

"I think I'll stay....celebrate with you her legal status...celebrate with you that all you have to worry about now is your pretty brand new wife finding out, you've been screwing her little sister since she was able to drive." His father turns giving me a little smirk. My face screws and I look away, turn away. 

"Get....out" Devin growls again.

"Again, I think I'll stay....maybe discuss just how we're going to keep this little secret." his father says and sits down on the couch, letting out a relaxed sigh. 

"We've kept it a secret....you're the only one who knows now....she has never said a word to anyone." Devin growls. 

He father chuckles. 

"Oh I think you misunderstood me son..." he says, leaning back lifting one arm along the back of the sofa looking at Devin.

"What's she worth to you?" he says cocking his head slightly. 

"Everything." Devin growls. 

His fathers eyes raise with surprise, and I have to admit mine do too.

"Then you wont mind if i enjoy her in exchange for my silence." His father says next, not a question, a statement. I look at his father with disgust at his assumption that I'd even be willing. 

"i will NOT sleep with you" I tell him. 

His eyes open a bit wider , his brows lifting. 

"Oh but I think you will darling...because otherwise...my son here will have to figure out how to explain to his new bride that he's been keeping her little sister as his private whore." he says.

"That's enough" Devin snarls, stepping towards his father. "You will not speak to her like that...call her that again and-'

"What?" His father cuts him off with a scoff and a laugh. "A whore?" He laughs, almost hysterically. "Son...have I taught you nothing? " he says and then looks at me. 

"Every woman is a whore...." he says, his eyes roaming me and giving me a little malicious smirk. "Especially this one." 

"i'm warning you.." Devin snarls. 

"And i'm warning you" His father says loudly, aggressively, making me jump back, making even Devin blink. 

"You want to keep her? Want to keep your title here? You'll leave now and your slut will entertain me." his father says, his voice going calm again.

"No." Devin says stepping now right up to his father. 

Who would do this to their son? What an asshole. But, am I any better? Doing this to my sister? I feel like i'll be sick. 

"You're more than welcome to tell me no of course. But please understand son..." he says casually. "I'm not bluffing..you know...i'm not bluffing." he says and then looks to me. 

"You don't need her." Devin says. "I will find another-"

"I want this one." His father says casually nodding to me. I grimace and he smiles wider.

"I want her even more knowing she won't enjoy it." he says and my stomach turns, and I hold one hand on my abdomen. 

"But I'll make her, what I assume...is a nice pretty little cunt, cum ...don't worry" his father says.

"anything but her." Devin says. 

His father turns his head to Devin and seems to think about it. 

He pouts out his lower lip, faking his regret of answering with a flat. "No." 

Devin looks at me. His mouth is in a tight line and he's looking at me as I shake my head. 

"Tick tock" his father says with an evil smile. 

"I have matters to attend to..." he says looking at his watch. 

"I'll stop seeing her." Devin says and I feel like I'm punched in the gut, in the heart, and smacked across the face. 

"What?" I look at him. Devin swallows.

"No you won't." his father says, and I look at Devin still shaking my head, but he looks to his father. 

"You're obviously more attached to this one, and her gash than you are your own wife." He laughs. "I'm no fool, but even if you were to stop seeing her....there's still the price of my silence.." he smiles at Devin. 

"We'll deny it." I say. 

His father laughs and looks at me. 

"You'll have a wonderful time explaining all of the footage I could collect of you two meeting here...the receipts of his lavish gifts to you..." he gestures to the boxes, and my dress. 

"Perhaps I should call your parents and sister now? So they could come see for themselves?" He says tilting his head in question. 

"You're a prick." I say with a snarl. 

"That's stating the obvious. But yes, correct. I am a prick darling. And I also intend on burying mine in that smart mouth of yours." he says with a grin. 

I scoff with disgust, but he only smiles. 

"I need a moment." Devin says to his father, crossing over to me, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the bedroom. 

"Take your time....actually don't, I'd like to get my dick wet before my meeting." he says and I scoff again as Devin pulls me into the other room, closing the double doors.

"What the fuck!" I whisper yell at Devin and push him, even though I'm not sure why I'm mad at him, he didn't send his father up here.

"baby" he says, grabbing my face and I grab his hands pushing them away.

"Nobody can find out Dev!" I say almost crying, but i'm too fucking scared to even form tears in my eyes. 

"I know baby" he says, grabbing my face again, and I try to turn it away from him , but his turns it back. 

"Whatever you want to do....I'll tell your sister if that's what you want.." he says.

"No! That's not what I want" I look at him as if he's crazy. He IS crazy.

"He would really do that?" my voice cracks. 

Devin sighs. 

"yes....he would...he's a fucking bastard" Devin says.

"I can't have my sister finding out." I say my voice trembling. 

"But I dont want to..."I shake my head not even able to say it.

"i know...i know....but we have two options...and....fuck..." he says with a sigh and pulls me to him, kissing me. 

"Dev" I mumble against his lips and he holds my face, his tongue pushing past my lips.

"The thought of him touching you, makes me want to rip his throat out" Devin growls and bites my lower lip. 

A dark part of me, wishes Devin would walk in there and do it, rip his fucking throat out, for blackmailing us. 

"Tell me what you want to do...." he says. 

"I don't want to stop seeing you..." I say looking at him. He shakes his head. 

"I don't want to fuck your father" I say, again almost crying. 

"Then you don't have to....we'll tell them." he says. 

I shake my head. "It would kill her..." I say. 

He sighs. 

Five minutes later we walk out into the main room.