Tanner's Devil 7.2

“Anger. You wait so long for the greatest moment of your life and when you walk in on your bride and brother your perspective changes.” He stood up and found something to drink, but brought her a bottle of juice first as if he were her servant.

Not use to being offered something, she took it warily as if he were going to snatch it back at any moment and yell, “Syke!”

He continued to talk. “It was crazy to even go in there in the first place. I was nervous from the time I tried to go to bed the night before. Not about marriage… about the wedding night. I mean, all the books I had read wasn’t nothing like hands on experience, but I just wanted to see her and assure her that I could be the man she had always dreamed of and…” He faltered as he sat on the bed again next to Tanner, after drinking his bottle of juice. “I was going to tell her how happy she had made me by understanding everything and waiting.” A look of hurt crossed his handsome features.

“You weren’t angry, Devlin,” Tanner said, leaning close to him. “She broke your heart.”

The urge to caress his face was just too overwhelming. He didn’t draw away. His beautiful green eyes grew light in color and very serious as they beheld hers. He frowned, but she couldn’t tell what that meant. Maybe if she was around him more, she would…

‘What the hell are you thinking?!’ she screamed at herself. ‘Have you lost your mind?!’

Tanner drew her hand away, but he grabbed her wrist and put it back. She couldn’t help marveling at the contrast of her skin against his and how wonderful her palm felt pressed against his skin.

“Why me?” she asked in a breathless whisper. “Why now?”

He moved his hand to her cheek. “Easy. I’m a man who accepted his state in life with a mindset that I would lose my virginity one day to one woman.”
Tanner couldn’t begin to describe how even more aroused she became at hearing him say, “one women,” and she had been that one woman.

Devlin continued, “Once I had the woman in mind, I knew that this way of life that I had accepted would come to an end on a specific day and I patiently waited for that day – Thursday. And whether I was married or not I intended to grant relief to myself, but I had hoped it was with my wife to honor my grandfather’s accepted cultural tradition. I had hoped to allay her fears that I would not be man enough to give her unbelievable pleasure.”

Without hesitation, she assured him, “You did.”

The smile of satisfaction he graced her with made her heart skip doubly hard. He leaned in closer and kissed her neck, suckling the skin and moving down to the collarbone.

Her breathing had become shallow and Tanner closed her eyes, tilting her head over to the other side to give him more room. It felt like she couldn’t breath in enough air as his lips trailed back to her nape and she found herself amorous to wherever he wanted to take her.

Forcing her brain to think straight, she murmured, “There are million other women who would honored by a man like you.”

He quietly chuckled through brief kisses on her neck and face. “Honored? I’m sure you’ve experienced first times before with men.”

Flushing, she said, “But you’re different. They were all boys.”

His mouth dipped on the other side of her face and suckled an earlobe. The bottom row of his teeth brushed up behind her ears. Tanner was becoming very affected by the slow sweet caress of his mouth as he moved down to her shoulders and then moved over to again titillate the other side. His other hand moved down to unbuttoned her blouse and as he pushed her clothes off her body, his mouth followed everywhere.

Gently, he pressed her down on the bed and Tanner let him, feeling his tongue wrap around a peaked nipple. The dark brown nub screamed to feel the heat of his mouth and she looked down to see those beautiful lips of his slowly attack the aroused tip as if he had all day and then lavished the same wonderful attention to the other one.

‘What books had he read?’ she wondered, glorying in all the exquisiteness she was feeling as he moved even further down to her stomach and then-

Tanner sat up when she felt the buttons on her jeans open up.

“No!” she cried stopping him, by grabbing his wrist and cupping his chin to force him to look at her.

“What?” he asked innocently. By this time he had moved on his knees in front of her so he was right between her legs.

Shaking her head, she said, “We can’t. I don’t do that.”

“How much?”

Squirming away from him and getting off the bed, she found her blouse and put it on. She picked up her bra, which she didn’t even remember him fiddling with and shoving that in her back pocket of her jeans. What the hell was wrong with her? She had been with some attractive men, black and white, and none of them had made her lose her mind. What the hell was so damn special about him? It was crazy to even give in to this.

Get him out her system? Oh, hell no. Not if he could make her feel like she was dying and liked it. The man would have her letting him do anything and Tanner couldn’t lose her mind. Not like she had done with Dontello. Not ever again.

‘Focus! Focus!’

Getting away from him was her best bet. She just needed to get him out this hotel room before Donetello and his boys came rushing up in here.

Picking up her coat and hat from the chair she had tossed it on, she said, “It was crazy to come back here.” Yet this was said more to herself then him.

He looked over at the money on the table. “How much do you want?”

“I don’t want your money, Devlin,” she said annoyed and began to pace to calm herself down so she could think. She started to go to the door to check outside, but he must have taken this as an effort to leave. He moved with lightning fast skills in two strides, blocking the door.

“Marry me then,” he ordered.

Tanner hauled off and slapped him across the face. “Have you lost your mind?!” she screamed incredulously.

Tanner's Devil 7.2 (c) 2006 Sylvia Hubbard

Tanner Devil's Part 7

Tanner had been scared witless when he had come up behind her. At first, she thought Donetello had found her. It was pure amazement to know such a large man could walk so quietly despite his own weight.

But as she saw the in better light, she couldn’t believe she had slept with him. He was heart stopping gorgeous! Even more gorgeous in person than on screen and her whole body started to react to him completely.

Green – no not just green. He had the brightest green almost spearmint eyes that seem to look everywhere at once. They contrasted with his dark coloring that was a natural tan and she could determine he was a mix between old European and Hispanic. Arrogant facial features complimented a strong chin and thick neck, which mellowed out to broad shoulders and those powerful arms that she remembered so well.

Her fingers itched to touch him and a strange pulse started in her belly and fluttered up to her chest.

When she yelled at him, he didn’t react or respond, except to just open the door for her.

He was being a complete gentleman. Did he know she was just some prostitute? Why was he being…nice? Men in his position in life weren’t nice to street trash.

Soon as she walked in the hotel room her eyes found the bed and her brain couldn’t help reliving memories from last night, which in turn dampened her panties even more.

Cutting her daydream short before she got carried away, she found him reaching in the closet and pulling out a stash of money. Her eyes lit on the tuxedo hanging in there.

Instantly, she seemed to remember her purpose for being there.

Tuxedo…weird man…with lots of money…

As he took out the money to pay her, she walked over to him and touched his hands. She knew touching him wasn’t necessary but she was drawn to feel his skin on her own and this was an innocent action, yet the heat in his eyes made her experience a hot flash only below her belt and she felt her moistness increase as this look became even more fearsome, but for the life of her she couldn’t draw away. Her breath caught in her throat and it took every bit of effort to keep her mind on what she wanted to say to him.

Paying meant he probably wanted instant silence, but she needed answers - Lots of answers.

“Are you Devlin Sanchez?”

Instantly those green eyes narrowed and darkened. He pressed the money hard in her palm, but Tanner knew she needed answers.

With answers it would relieve her curiosity and without curiosity maybe she could start the process of getting him out her system and her head.

Putting the money down not even caring about it, she said, “I’m not going to be quiet unless I know the truth.” She took off her coat and hat

Yanking the cap off his head and hurling it across the room took Tanner by surprise, yet unlike Donetello’s anger, she wasn’t scared that this even larger man would hurt her, even though he really looked angry.

“Who else knows?” he questioned sitting on the edge of the bed as if defeated.

“You are?!” she gasped covering her mouth in shock. It wasn’t an omission, but it was close to one. Immediately, she began to pace, as was her usual when she had to do a lot of thinking. “The news said you were a virgin.”

“I am… I mean I was until last night,” he admitted proudly but there was a bit of guilt in his voice.

Suddenly, she stopped pacing in front of him, breathing erratically. “I wonder,” she puffed through deep breaths and grabbed her chest. “Is this how a man feels when he takes a girl’s cherry?” She looked at her arms. “Look! I’ve got goosebumps.”

“Are you done?” he asked, looking highly perturbed but ever so cute.

Couldn’t she find something unattractive about him?

Tanner laughed and sat on the bed next to him, but when he only glared hard at her she quickly lost her sense of humor and decided to answer his initial question. “No one knows, except me. So why did you do it?”


Tanner's Devil Part 7 (c) 2006 Sylvia Hubbard

Author Interuption : Good morning

No, I didn't post yesterday.

the Internet was acting funny and I couldn't so thank you for no pressure and no death threats. I'm also trying to finally attach the ISBN to the book mistaken identity and trying to understand the bowker system.

If anyone's had any experience with submitting the book to the directory, please email me offline and HELP! cause my brain is fried.

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Plus i'll be getting out the house - which I haven't had a vacation in ten years - and I'll actually get to meet my readers face to face.

My calendar is open for now, so let me know of any other literary events I can get to and sell some books. I'd appreciate any and all suggestions and referrals.

Now... Tanner's Devil...

Whew! Yesterday I got so into it, I had to walk away from my computer screen at work and just calm myself down. I was so wrapped up in Tanner that I started to feel her frustrations and ...

I hope i've protrayed that on paper cause this is just wowing me to get it out.

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Tanner's Devil - Part 6.2

Devlin had to walked three blocks to the strip mall from the motel to find some more clothes and accessories. Plus, he had not eaten since breakfast yesterday, so he found a Coney Island and picked up a burger which he quickly woofed down on his way to the strip mall.

Arriving in Detroit yesterday with just his travel bag and a tuxedo, he knew he had to get out of the penguin suit before he attracted too much attention. The clerk at the hotel was paid nicely to get the undershirt, jeans and cap, but they had fit tight.

Devlin decided to go himself this time. He would not only pick up some clothes that fit, but also some personal items, candles, condoms and some snacks.
Continuing his walk to the strip mall was difficult because Devlin had never walked so far except through his large mansion in upstate New York.

On top of that he was in Detroit on a not so friendly side of town and all they knew was that this big white guy was walking around. Devlin had only carried his identification, one credit card, a couple of hundred in cash and his cell phone. He had borrowed an old black jacket from the hotel’s lost and found, which barely fit across the wide span of his chest and could not be closed.

While shopping, he decided to break down and call his father. This would be least expected and Devlin knew what to expect and Devlin knew what to expect.

“Dev, is that you?” Auriello Sanchez questioned. The slight accent made his words more pronounced, but the concerned that filled his voice was evidence.

“Si, Pappa,” Devlin said in misery.

Auriello asked concerned. “Where are you? Your mother is worried. She is actually speaking to me thinking I’m keeping you from her.”

“I’m okay. That’s all you need to know and you may tell her that was all I told you.”

“Your mother is a hot mess. Why are you keeping your phone off on purpose? And why did you abandon your vehicle in Traverse City? What is this? You’ve never been this
irresponsible before?”

“I know, Pappa, but I was angry. Richard had no right!”

“Where are you? I’ll come get you myself.”

“No. I just called to let you know I’m still alive and … and tell Momma I’ll be home soon. I’ll come straight to New York, but I don’t want to see Richard’s face.”

“That’s your brother. You’ll throw him to the curb?”

“Do you think he cared that he was my brother when he was fucking my fiancée?” Devlin sneered.

People knear him stopped what they were doing and looked at him curiously.

Devilin pulled the cap down tighter. Knowing his tone of voice and words were out of line, he quickly apologized. “But I’m tired of this blood being thicker than water speech, Pappa. A bastard is a bastard and you let the bastard know to get his shit and get the hell off my property.”

“Where will he go, Devlin?”

“Fuck if I care.” He turned off the phone and jammed it in his pocket.

He was almost tempted to call the pimp from the cell phone, but decided against it. He would call once he returned to the room. That was enough time so he didn’t seem desperate.

‘Cursed all this walking!’ He was given too much time to think and the only thing he wanted to think about was the woman he had shared his first time with.

But was he really desperate?

No! Any woman should do. Most likely he was endeared to this woman because she had been his first. Of course! That could be the only reason. He would get to the hotel and tell this pimp to
just send anyone. As long as she was clean and quiet, it shouldn’t matter.

Yet, the idea of touching the dark honey brown skin, feeling her warm mouth on him and having her ride him to glory kept repeating in his head. Devlin found himself longing to really know if her sweat tasted like chocolate and if he could really make her come with his mouth like he had done with his hand.

He was tired of reading how to please a woman. He wanted to try all the things he had read about and share them with just one woman.

So why couldn’t it be with her?

She was a professional and hell all this money he had, why couldn’t it afford him something? Instead of always being tucked away for when he became married.

Dammit! It was his money! He could buy anything he wanted. And he wanted Tanner.

Coming around the corner to the walkway in front of his hotel door, he stopped dead in his tracks as his eyes beheld the woman that had just been in his thoughts.

Devlin had not thought the pimp would just send her and no one had come to pick up the money in advance. Would this mean he would give her the money?

His manhood twitched in excitement and his pants became extra tight in the front again.

She had just knocked on his door and was consumed on her own thoughts, so she had not noticed as Devlin walked up behind her. He leaned down and smelled her hair. What was she thinking?
Was she just as excited as he was at the prospect of being together again? Could they
immediately start as soon as they entered or would he have to warm her up like he did last night? He wouldn’t mind. It felt so good feeling inside of her. She had been soft and tender, moist and juicy.

She smelled so nice - Spring pink flowers and cinnamon.

Clearing his throat, she spun around startled.

“Why the hell do you keep doing that?!” she yelled.

Devlin frowned not expecting her forceful nature and opened his hotel door. She seemed a little uncomfortable suddenly as he moved out the way to let her walk in before him.

When the door was closed and Devlin had put his items on the table, he retrieved his money from the closet and started to count out the grand. She came up to him and touched his hands.

Meeting her beautiful honey brown eyes that were a strange match to her skin tone, he found himself almost lost and willing to promise her anything if he could just have her again. He hadn’t notice the sensually face and how her naturally her lips pouted and called out for kisses.
She had a mole in the left corner of her mouth and he found a need to just lick right there in corner and make a trail along her bottom lip and nibble right there on his mouth until his teeth fell out.

At that moment and time, Devlin didn’t just want her body; he wanted to possess her soul. He wanted to wake up to her and he wanted to privilege of being the only man who could make her come like she had last night.

Sex may have ignited his passion for her, but there was something more driving his urges to have her. He was sure of that, but he just couldn’t explain it.

“Are you Devlin Sanchez?” she asked suddenly.

Devlin placed the money in her hand, but she put it down on the table.

“I’m not going to be paid to be quiet unless I know the truth!” she said adamantly.

This was not how he expected her to find out!

Frustrated, Devlin took the cap off and hurled it across the room.Shit! Fuck! If she knew, who else knew?


Tanner's Devil Part 6.2 (c) 2006 Sylvia Hubbard

Tanner's Devil - Author Interuption

having lots of trouble posting today since 12pm.

my Internet @ work is acting funny and my yahoo is really acting koukie! (Is that a word?)

I've got the rest of part 6 to post and I'm now working on part 7 while I'm just waiting for every thing to work. if not, I'll cut and paste like crazy before the end of the day.

Tanner's Devil Part 6.1

Good Morning Readers:

I see you are enjoying the story. Me too. I'm so into these characters. I've never worked with two strong males before and trust me its exhausting - mentally.

I'm imagine Donetello as that cool cat from Four Brothers for some reason - cute but vicious to the bone and Devlin. Gawd, he's just awesome and I really don't know what he's going to do. I'm seeing a lot of attributes that i can bring out in him that I'm just falling for.

So, I'll try to get through this part by the end of the day and maybe even hit part 7, but as always, you know I gotta end on a high note.

By the way, I posted to my other blog, How To Love A Black Woman, (http://LoveABlackWoman.blogspot.com). So in between post while you're sending me those subliminal messages to hurry up, go over there and read and comment on that one. LOL

Thanks for enjoying yourself and a special thanks to Steven and Dawn for your contributions to my car and computer fund. Everything received is wonderfully appreciated!

Enjoy...



Pari had stepped out to the corner party store, while Tanner and Donetello had been in the room, so he left after he couldn’t find Pari in the apartment. Once Pari returned, Tanner had donned on some blue jeans and a pink blouse with matching pink shoes to match. Tanner also made a few calls to some friends and then tried several times to get in touch with Jamroque, but was very unsuccessful. She packed a change of underwear in her purse and anything she felt she needed if she was going to stay over night with Donetello. But that was a big if, because Tanner was still very confused about her on lack of emotions toward Donetello.

What had this stranger done to her?

Tanner convinced Pari to take her to the school to pay off her student bills before the deadline time. Pari still had a small beat up ghetto-fied Festiva that could get around.

While in route to the school, Tanner noticed the black Buick with tinted windows following them and alerted Pari to this after telling Pari everything that had happened, except about her suspecting who the john was. She wasn’t sure herself and wasn’t about to tell a lie on a hunch or a brief picture on TV and a weird man who had affected her more than she would ever let even herself know.

“I told you!” Pari spat angrily.

“Please Pari, no lectures. And no offers of secret friends helping me out and whooping Dontello’s ass. I was wrong to deceive him and this is my mess.” Tanner was not one to really involve friends in things, but she knew Pari would come in if things really got out of hand – hopefully it wouldn’t.

“You need to lay low for a couple of months, Tanner. This shit is going to hit the wall too soon and you know Donetello could get so upset he could hurt you, I don’t care how much he loves you.”

Tanner knew all this and her brain had been thinking like that as soon as Donetello had left even though he did not indicate if he knew what was going on or not. But with her unable to reach Jamroque, this really put her on edge because she didn’t really know what Dontello really knew. That’s why the extra phone calls were needed while waiting for Pari to get home from the store because Tanner knew she had to have a plan.

“Where am I supposed to lay low, Pari? You know the only family I have is you and you’re stuck up in the ghetto with me.” They cackled together, but there was still uneasiness about it all. If Tanner had to hide, there would really be no place she could that Donetello didn’t know about.

Pari waited in the car, while Tanner ran in to pay the school. After a few minutes of being inside, Tanner rung Paris cell phone.

“What’s up?” Pari asked.

“Are they still around?” Tanner asked. “Pretend you’re checking your make up to look in the back window.”

After a moment, Pari said, “Yeah. Black Buick with two guys.”

Tanner groaned knowing Donetello had sent those men to keep an eye on her and report back to him. ‘Skeming smart ass bastard.’ He wanted her to fuck up so bad, she’d come crawling to him for mercy and of course he’d accept her back once she promised to be his whore forever.

“In two minutes a friend of mine, Dawn, I told to meet me in the school, will come out dressed in my coat and hat. Greet her like you would me and then drive over to Maybellene’s Salon. I put two hundred in the glove compartment. That should give you enough to look great and keep Dontello’s men busy for a couple of hours.

“Cool. Be careful, Tanner. I’ll go check on Nina this afternoon for you to make sure she’s taking it easy.”

“Thanks and I’m always cool. I’ll call you at the salon. Dawn knows what to do to keep you out this mess.” Hanging up, she took off her coat and hat and traded different color items with Dawn, a classmate who Tanner had tutored and owed Tanner a big favor. “Remember the plan. Get your hair done, put back on your stuff, go across to the party store and in the last aisle, slip in the back of the store and go out. I’ll send the cab at the time to wait for you and it’ll already be paid enough to take you anywhere. The wig is in my coat pocket.”

Dawn nodded and left out the woman’s restroom right by the student service office, while Tanner went back to the student services office to pay out her tuition and graduation fees.

“Good news, Ms. Tanner,” the female clerk said excited after checking the computers. “Your professors have signed off on the credits for early graduation. You don’t need those two extra course requirements you thought you had to take. All we need is your internship completions papers and you’re all set to graduate in the summer.”

Tanner was surprised and very happy. “I’m done?”

“Yes! Your M-Cats were more than excellent and we’ve sent your results, now that you’ve paid, over to the graduation committee.”

This was the best news she had heard in a very long time and she tried her best not to cry.

“Do I have to complete the internship?”

The clerk checked the computer again to be sure. “No. The head counselor said it was not needed. You have three months free until graduation.”

Tanner was elated at the prospect of being finished with her education she didn’t know what to do with herself.

“According to our records, you aren’t schedule to start interviewing until the summer. Even though we can’t move up your graduation date, we could move that up for the more perspectives to view your resume and call you in for interviewing.”

‘Three months free?!’ her mind screamed. Tanner couldn’t have been happier knowing in three months she would be done with school and would be certified – legit. She had taken on an overload of classes so she could finish early and had done the extra internships just so this could happen, but to hear that it was happening from all her labored hard work was beautiful music to her ears. She wanted a mental vacation now to get her head straight and begin the process of packing up her life in Detroit and leaving.

“I’m going to refuse that offer,” Tanner told the clerk satisfied that she was just eligible to graduate.

Tanner’s text message alert on her phone went off just as Tanner was exiting out the student services office.

Pari sent her a message, “Jam called home machine. Phone left over Nina’s. Will call u back @ four, after some business.”

Tanner called the machine at home and left her cell phone number on the answering machine in a general message just in case Donetello called. This was an evasive way to give Jamroque her number with his cell phone lost. Her gut feeling told her that the business had something to do with Donetello. Obvious it was a ploy to get to Jamroque because it wasn’t a direct request to see Donetello. It was just a way to sneak up and get information out of Jamroque. Hopefully the bodyguard would call her before he got to Donetello, but Tanner doubted he would.

And what would Donetello do to the stranger if Jamroque told where he had taken Tanner?

Dontello’s words whispered deadly in her head, “No man ever thinks of taking you away from me.”

The idea of Dontello being so angry that he couldn’t find Tanner if she decided to run made her imagine that in his angry rage Donetello would go after the stranger.

Checking her watch, she saw it had been almost a couple of hours. Pari and Dawn were most likely at the salon deep in getting their hair done.

She paid for a cab to take her to the motel she had been to last night.

On the way there, she listened with the driver to the radio news.

“Millionaire bachelor and reported thirty three year old virgin, Devlin Sanchez, is still missing. The family spokesman has told the press since Devlin walked out of the church Thursday morning on his much anticipated wedding day, there has been no word of him. Devlin Sanchez walked out of his wedding ceremony because according to witnesses he found his fiancée’ and brother –“

The driver turned off the radio. “That’s some fucked up shit,” he sneered in disgust. “Man waits all that time to lose his virginity to a drop dead gorgeous bombshell and he catches her fucking his brother in the back of a church. I wouldn’t have ran personally I’d have kill both them bitches.”

The cab came to a stop in front of the motel and she passed him a bill and a piece of paper.
“That’s for the fare and a favor.”

He took the money and note.

“Be in the alley of that address at six p.m. sharp. Don’t be late. Take the passenger to wherever she has to go. You’ll know her because she’ll be coming out the back to the party store with about my measurements.”

The driver nodded and Tanner got out. She found the room and looked around just to make sure she really had not been followed. She had Dawn’s ratty grey ankle length coat, but underneath she was still dressed comfortable in her jeans and blouse.

Tanner had not been the kind of woman to dress up. She loved to look casual and never went many places where she had to wear professional dress. Even at work she dressed down in the nurses gear.

Taking a deep breath, she prepared to knock on the door.

Tanner's Devil Part 6.1 (c) 2006 Sylvia Hubbard

Tanner's Devil Part 5.3

Every step he took to walk back over to the bed was like an invisible stab in her chest for her deceit. Dontello didn’t smile, nor did he look as if he knew anything suspicious. “The girl you sent over to the hotel last night. I forgot to ask you who did you sent, since Jamroque told me that you didn’t take me up on my offer.”

The bastard was giving her an out or was he? ‘Do you know, dammit?!’ her mind screamed. She hated playing guessing games. ‘Okay, Tanner, if he knows then you’re going to have to take the beating or disappear for a while until his anger cools off, but if he doesn’t know then you’re going to have to have to remember your lie.’

So upset about it, she said, “Pari went.”

He frowned. “Paridise? Your roommate?”

“Yeah,” she said obviously, even though she knew that Donetello knew she wouldn’t send Pari on an assignment if it involved more than a hand job, because Pari didn’t get down like that, but back in the day when Tanner had an overflow of clients, she would throw Pari some easy jobs that didn’t do hardly anything except enjoy her company. “Jam said the guy only wanted to talk and touch, so I figured Pari wanted the job and it was a favor. Plus, I know you took your cut off the top and it wouldn’t be anything, but pocket change. Pari worried about what you’d do to me if I didn’t accept it and she didn’t want me to get back in the business even if I did want to do it. I was adamant about not getting back in the business - Not like that anymore, baby. I told you.” She pretended there was some misunderstanding about what she had said weeks ago. “Just big medical jobs, not any of that. When she came home, she just went straight to get something to eat and joined me on the couch. She didn’t say much.”

Donetello looked at the door as if he were inclined to call Pari in the room to prove Tanner wrong, but then he looked a little confused as if the information he had been given was positive.
‘So you haven’t spoken to Jamroque? Who the hell did you speak to?’

Tanner was positive that Donetello would not touch a hair on Pari’s hair because even though she was innocent as hell, she did know some pretty powerful people somehow and it took Donetello only one time to mess with Pari before he wouldn’t harm a hair on the roommate’s head, but neither Pari or Donetello would speak about what had happened.

Leaning over to her, Donetello firmly grabbed Tanner’s chin and kissed her cheek. “I’m going to take care of you, Tanner.” He increased the pressure on his grip to her chin. “No more shitting around for both of us. You’re gonna be mine forever, this time. I’ll make you happy. And I’ll make sure no man ever thinks of taking you away from me.”

She took his hand off her chin, kissed his palm and smiled as if honored. “I know, sweetie.”

The kiss he bestowed her lips was with was a passionate, wild promise and it would have even been exhilarating if…

If Tanner was still in love with Donetello.

Tanner's Devil Part 5.2 (c) 2006 Sylvia Hubbard

Tanner's Devil Part 5.2

Tanner awake suddenly hearing cursing outside her door. Realizing she was alone, she quickly jumped out of the bed and grabbed the money out of her coat and hid it behind her dresser.

Going over to the door, she pressed her ear against it to listen to Donetello speak on the phone.

“Um… that’s a hard one to find. She’s one of my best… How much? Depends on how long
you want her this time. Usually she goes by the hour…a thousand. With a minimum of two in advance.”

She wondered when did Donetello’s prices go up so high?

A disgusted growl came from Donetello. “I’ll see what I can do. Call me back in a couple of hours.”

Tanner jumped back in bed, found the roll of money he had given her, and then pretended to be sleep, but with one of her eyelids partially cracked to see what he would do.

Donetello entered as if he were trying to catch her doing something and came over to the bed staring at her for a long while. He was pissed off – past angry, but he wasn’t doing anything to her. When he thought she was asleep, he turned away to look around the room. He checked her coat pockets, her drawers and even the boxes in the closet, but he found nothing of what he was looking for.

What did he know? Tanner couldn’t face him when he was like this because she didn’t want to make the mistake of letting him know too much.

Yet, Tanner knew Donetello too well and knew if he were past pissed at her, his anger wouldn’t come out right away. Dontello was a bastard that loved to let shit simmer, plot and plan until he could find a way to get what he needed out a person then crush them.

When his search was unsuccessful, he moved like a lynx on the bed as if hunting his prey and lightly caressed her face in an attempt to arouse her from sleep. His touch was spurious to
his tone of voice. “Tanner,” he said sternly.

Pretending to just wake up, she smiled seductively at him as if it were an honor to open
her eyes to his face. The anger in his dark chocolate eyes immediately melted away and in its place a man who was consumed and in love with her.

“Want me to drop you off at school? I could help you persuade them,” he offered.

‘Was this an attempt to see how much she really had to pay off? Did he know? Did Jamroque tell?’ her mind screamed, but she didn’t show an inch of her exasperation on her face.
Instead, she exhausted sleep and caused a distraction to think, by stretching. “No, sweetie. I better go alone. I’ll have Pari drop me off in her car. Remember, I’ll be legit soon.” She stole a kiss because that frown was coming back to his brow and she needed to distract him. “You’re so awesome in power, you’ll have them peeing on themselves.”

‘Yeah, bitch!’ she told him in her head. ‘You trained me well and I know I have your ass wrapped around my damn finger, but I know you got some shit on me, Donetello.’

Still being her sweet and innocent self, she said in a hopeful tone as if she was very doubtful about the matter without him, “I think I can handle it.”

There was this distrustful glare in his eyes, but she pretended she didn’t see it and kissed him again briefly. “Maybe afterwards, I’ll call you and we can finish what we started.”

He most definitely like that idea and pulled her against his body, so she could feel his hardness to show her just how much he liked that idea and then his mouth came down to kiss hers.

Yet, the excitement his mouth use to offer was not there anymore. Nor the fireworks she felt in the pit of her stomach knowing he wanted her that much. Matter of fact, her subconscious had gotten on this boat and was actually telling her how Devlin was much more bigger.

Tanner wanted to cry, but instead she whimpered as she reluctantly responded to the overly long kiss with her eyes open looking at him.

‘I wish this kiss could read your mind,’ she said to herself.

Dontello’s eyes were closed. He was a man caught between a rock and a hard place.

Trying to act reluctant, Tanner pushed away breathlessly, with a promise look of more. “Tonight about nine, we’ll make it all right, Donnie. I promise.”

He looked relieved and got off the bed. Taking out five hundred dollars, he laid that on the bed where he had been. “Spend that on yourself, baby. Make yourself real pretty for me tonight.”

“Yes, Donnie,” Tanner gnawed at her inner lip not, trying not to feel guilty.

“I’ll call you bout nine or nine thirty.” Turning to leave, he abruptly stopped and turned back to her. “Oh Tanner, one more thing.”

Her heart pounded in trepidation. 'Just when you thought you had gotten away with some shit! Get ready. Donetello's no fool. He's just one rotten snake waiting in the grass ready to strike.'


Tanner's Devil Part 5.2 (c) 2006 Sylvia Hubbard

Tanner's Devil Part 5.1

For my new blog subscribers! Hello! I see that there has been some
vibrant activity on the site since Friday and some threats of torture and death if I stopped. LOL.

I should have put down the posting schedules for the newbies. I don't
post on Saturday or Sunday (I mean good lawd, gotta rest.) And I usually don't post till after 1030am. (sometimes sooner if I've been really busy at home).

For this story we are going by Parts (which are just simplified chapters and to let you know this is all on the fly. Meaning you're actually getting the story live - like a soap opera coming right out of my brain - yes I know scary.) When it states there's a decimal after the part, that means there's another part to the first part you read. Once the part number changes, it means we are going on to another "chapter." So if you missed anything, just check the previous post and be sure you didn't miss any parts because I'm known to post a lot in one day when I'm on a roll.

Okay, so I'm going to be posting today and I've got some good stuff
on this story and I'll be giving an update on Deceptive Nights.

Enjoy...

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Sitting up in bed, Devlin immediately reached for the business card. It was going on mid-afternoon almost noon. He had gotten some sleep, but not restful.

He had fallen asleep thinking about her and now awake he still thought of her and wanted her again. Yet, he knew the consequences of it all. Now he could understand a lot of his brother’s stupid decisions when it came to the opposite sex and Devlin was almost glad he had waited so long to experience this.

Rolling over to lay on the pillow, he groaned smelling her scent and his shaft came to life as his brain began to replay experience he had thoroughly enjoyed. He wish he could have become more comfortable with her, but he knew if he told her this she would have known and he felt since he had gone through all this, he really had not wanted her to know it was his first time.

Burying his face in the covers to relish the pleasant odor she had left on his sheets, all he could do was imagine her touching him and her mouth… He groaned. He wanted more of her.
Again he sat up in bed bothered by this thought.

Was he really telling himself that he wanted a prostitute again? And not just any prostitute – this one. This Tanner. Why? He could probably pay any respectable woman any amount to keep quiet, but she had…

She had done something he had not expected. When she had put her hand down there and instructed him on how to please her, Devlin fears of pleasing her had immediately been laid to rest and he could not have asked for a better teacher. His decision to lose his virginity to her had been questionable until that point and he had shared more than his body with her. They had shared an understanding of what pleased her – and it had been him.

Dialing the number, he knew he was probably the worst decision he could make, but what the hell.

“Holla,” the familiar voice Devlin had spoken to last night answered. The pimp’s voice was much quieter as if he were trying very hard to keep the conversation on the down low. There was no sound in the background to even indicate that there might be someone around to listen to his conversation and to Devlin this man certainly didn’t seem to care that others knew he was a pimp.

“This is a repeat customer from last night. Do you remember me?”

“The green? Damn! Calling back so soon?” He sounded impressed and amused.

Devlin tried not to show his irritation at being called green. It had been his first time in his whole life calling to request “service,” and his words had not come out the way he wanted them to. “Since I’m not so green anymore, how about we drop the moniker. And if I am a repeat, does that mean five grand will still apply for fast and clean?”

“You sound like a businessman. A very smart businessman, so of course repeaters need not pay that much,” he chuckled as if the joke was on Devlin. “But fast and clean always cost. So what do you have a taste for now?”

“What if I want a re-request from last night?”

There was an uncomfortable silence. “The same girl?”

“Yeah, is that going to be a problem?”

“Man, I can send you an even better-“

“No!” Devlin said obstinately. “I want the same one.”

The uneasiness returned and there seemed to be some moving going around as if the man was trying to get away from where he was. “Okay, here’s the deal. I was so high last night I really don’t remember what girl I sent, Green. I know she was clean cause that’s all I deal in, but-“

Devlin figured this pimp was just trying to squeeze more money out of him and became impatient. So he described the woman in a crisp harsh tone. “Light coffee skin, five three, thick with a small waist, young looking, but mature woman. Brown corn-rolled hair with dark blonde streaks.”

“Did she give you a name?” the pimp asked as if trying to remember.

“No, but her boy called her Tanner.”

This silence was long and eerie and Devlin thought the call had dropped until he heard the pimp speak in a very vicious tone, “Fuck!”

Tanner's Devil Part 4.2

Tanner continued in her seductress role and leaned back on the bed spreading her legs. She knew Donetello wanted her and she also knew there was no way she was going to avoid getting the last of her money in time if she didn’t do this. “Take it,” she ordered.
Pretending she wanted him was just too easy. She did this all the time for the johns and playing the role of a wanton hussy came effortlessly to her. The only difference was that, this was the first time she had to play it with Donetello, but he didn’t even know the difference.

He didn’t waste any time digging in and Donetello was just as skilled with his mouth as she remembered him. Knowing he only reserved this privilege to very few had always turned Tanner on and she relished in knowing he was eating her like he had not had a meal for days. His lips skillfully nibbled her womanly lips, lavished his tongue around her clitoris and then quivered in her syrupy moistness.

She watched him responding with sighs of pleasure she was use to doing and unlike all the other times, this was different. Tanner didn’t feel that thrill, that rush of bliss that would envelope her. Instead she was hoping he would get a fill of her and leave – just like any other john.

Closing her eyes, she pretended she had experienced some kind of pleasure. To compensate any boredom and falling asleep, Tanner started to imagine that it wasn’t Donetello down there. Instead, that strong face of Devlin Sanchez popped into her mind. It didn’t matter that she couldn’t see his face all the way, but the knowledge that he was laving her pussy so good, made her heart race and her skin perspire. Damn! Damn! Yes!

She couldn’t breath as her body’s nerves seem to gather for a storm of never ending pleasure and she laid back on the bed, gripped his head with her thighs and grinded her pussy on his nice beautiful mouth.

‘Devlin! Eat it good, baby,’ her mind shrilled, but she bit her lips to not speak. She further imagined his hands now coming over her waist to hold her down, knowing she was about to come.

His tongue increased and the honey she release flowed freely as her body culminated to a powerful orgasm that she had never had before. But it wasn’t just physically. Matter of fact, the more she imagine Devlin’s mouth down there, the more she could feel her entire body responding to the oral ministration.

Donetello moaned because he knew something was different.
“Fuck!” Tanner spat when it felt like a lightning bolt had shot through her head, down her spine and burst forth the most wondrous flood of vibrations throughout every vein in her body. “D-D-” She bit her lip harder to stop herself from saying Devlin’s name.

When the climax subsided, Donetello pulled away using a silk handkerchief to wipe his face and Tanner turned to the side to hide her guilty expression tears with welling up in her eyes.

He sat beside her on the bed. “Damn, girl, you ain’t never came like that before.”

Tanner said nothing wallowing in pure shame at envisioning another man while she was with Donetello. What had this stranger done to her? And why did she just want to scrub away Donetello’s touch, put on some clothes, and rush over to see if the john was still at the hotel?

No man had affected her like this – except Donetello, but this wasn’t happening to her. She refused to believe that some strange man could just affect her like that. She had been with Donetello for a long time before she had even admitted she was even remotely in love with her heart and an even longer time to admit her mind and soul were his at one point. Sure, she knew she had been always sexually attracted to him, but Tanner took all the other stuff seriously and she never made decisions without careful consideration.

“See baby,” Donetello said, drawing her up in his arms. “You need me, Tan. You love me.” He pressed the two thousand in her hand and kissed her brow.

He didn’t ask her if she really needed or loved him, so she said nothing, nor did she respond, but she could not stop crying from the guilt she was feeling. Resting her head on Donetello’s chest pretending she was still affected from what he had done to her, she continued to think.

‘Okay, so you feeling something powerful toward this stranger. It could be because you think you know the real truth about him and you’re just curious. Maybe if you get with him one more time, find out the truth, and fuck him good, you’ll get him out your system.’ That sounded half past crazy, but weirdly sane. Since meeting Devlin Sanchez, the word weird was coming up more and more.

Tanner's Devil Part 4.2 (c) 2006 Sylvia Hubbard