Thread: Seeking Other Alternatives {darkest_fate&whtbitch4u2own}

In some ways, Cain realized that what he was doing was wrong. There was something inherently wrong in attempting to win over a woman that happened to be happily married. Marriage was supposed to have some sort of societal meaning, to be a binding contract, to be two people finding one another and dedicating their lives till death do us part. The social contract insisted that breaking said bond was wrong. This went especially for attempting to seduce someone already in such a relationship. You shouldn't attempt to break the bonds of holy matrimony. Cain's case became even worse when he considered his target. He'd watched little Emma grow up. in actuality, Cain had originally worked with Emma's parents, a pair of high profile lawyers. He'd become a friend of the families, and had watched the little girl blossom into quite the impressive woman. Cain had been part of her extended support team, helping her through her projects, giving her presents at all her major life events. In many ways, he'd been something of a second father, not that Emma needed much more support. Something about the young woman simply drew others into her orbit. She never asked or begged or hinted, but still she received a good deal of support. Cain had always been proud of his role in that regard. But lately, lately he'd noticed how strikingly beautiful she happened to be. Puberty had given hints, but it wasn't until Emma started to grow into her own elegant body that Cain truly started to notice the young woman. He'd considered propositioning her he was a strikingly handsome man himself. Obviously he was old enough to be her father, and it showed with some grey and salt in his well trimmed beard. But time spent training and honing his body had left him powerfully built. He may only be a bit over six feet, but his presence often made him seem even larger. Even that was enough to loom over Emma, which he most certainly did from time to time. She'd gotten married, however, to someone that Cain disapproved of. Even he couldn't say if it wasn't his own attraction for the beautiful young woman that generated so much dislike of her chosen match. Perhaps it was just that simply jealous. But Cain didn't quite believe that this man could tend to Emma's needs. She required someone stronger, someone with more class, someone who knew how to handle an elegant woman and give her what she truly needed. And as time went on, Cain began to hear rumors, to strongly suspect that their sex life had become something of a dry wasteland. Thus he'd enacted his dangerous plan. First, he'd gone to one of his trusted associates, someone he'd worked with before. He'd gotten a cast made, a molding, one to perfectly match the rather impressive equipment he boasted downstairs. People had been sending Emma such items since she'd been a witch with a wand, so they did occasionally pop up. Cain had always been adamant about not sending such items, and he was quite certain one had never been this... large. Emma's anniversary arrived, and Cain readied his present. He presented it to her, watched her reaction, that look, and knew that she understood what it was, or at least could guess. He'd merely smiled and saluted her with his drink. They'd continued, and she'd iced him out as he left. The message had come only a few days later. Leave it to Emma to be polite enough to send a message letting someone know she was about to storm in and make demands. If there had been a proper way to send an angry email about receiving a dildo, she would've sent it. So now Cain waited at his flat, where his opulence showed from every corner. The modern art, the pristine furniture, it all spoke to his power and position, as much as his presence did. Cain had considered going further with that display putting on one of his tailored suits. Instead, he'd opted for something more casual . No need to put on armor for a fight you knew you were going to win. The man had just prepared the wine, selecting a vintage he knew to be one of Emma's favorites, when he heard the bell. Smiling, he walked over to it, opening it and looking down. Emma! What a pleasure to see you. I had wondered when I'd be hearing from you again... and so it began.