"You have to keep it down, Princess. We are only just getting started." Stephane whispers against my skin, I look down like I can see him, I am still blindfolded but I sense him so acutely, it is like I can see him down there, shrouded in shadows in between my thighs. My chest is heaving along with my fast heartbeat, the breaths escape my lips in airy gasps, I know he is looking up at me too. Savouring the moment. Taking his sweet time. My legs are weak. And they wobble. Embarrassingly. I can just tell that he has a wicked smirk on his impossibly handsome face. "Stephane." I whisper. It is all I can say in response. My brain feels scrambled by the onslaught of unrelenting pleasure his expert tongue worked into my throbbing clit. I have never been this exposed and utterly vulnerable with anybody before. He is kissing parts of me that are directly connected to my soul. I knew this was dangerous from the jump, but the level of danger has now spiked to new highs. Because I realise, thr
The onslaught of pleasure from the vibrator humming away along the extra sensitive skin of my ass cheeks makes me moan and writhe in place, helplessly. I tug at the cuffs holding me in place, no respite, no release. Stephane gets up, he trails the vibrator up my spine, the pressure is still kept at the minimum so it is a quiet hum along my skin, and yet goosebumps break out all over my skin, dotting every inch. Stephane doesn't pause, doesn't even flinch when I try to jerk away from the vibrator touching my skin. "Let's get this off." He purrs behind me, his hands goes into the hook of my bra and with a practiced flick of his fingers, he unhooks it and the bra falls away. My nipples are hard already so when he brings the vibrator to my chest, standing close behind me that I feel his erection with my bare ass cheeks, my mouth falls open with a weakened moan under my breath.It is a wand vibrator with a numb nozzle and Stephane trails it up my ribcage, slowly, torturously, I draw in a
Stephane POV:: "Ugh. You are so fucking tight." I grunt, stilling deep inside her hot slick pussy. Her walls clench fiercely around my length and I have to shut my eyes tight to focus on not combusting. It is far too soon for that. Aleen tries to move her hips, I grab her by the waist, digging my nails into her soft skin, "don't. Don't move. Not yet." I gasp. Breathless. I have had to go through as much pleasure as I was giving her while she was blindfolded. I am filled to the brim with the tension of it. I am both glad and sad that she called the safe word. Glad because I couldn't go farther anymore without needing to bury my throbbing aching raging cock inside her. Sad because I really wasn't even halfway through what I wanted to do to her. Add the fact that tonight is supposedly our only time together, and it burns. Aleen is returning to college in the morning and I have to screw my head on tight and forget her. I don't want to think about how improbable that was. Not rig
Aleen POV::"You look different this morning, Aleen." My mother observes, narrowing her eyes at me from across the table where we are all gathered for brunch in the main foyer of the mansion. When I say all, I mean everybody. Apparently, most of the guests from yesterday's wedding are still around, people I did not bother remembering their names or faces. Except for one. The guy I danced with last night before Stephane came to yank us apart. I still didn't know his name but his face is hard to forget. He looks even more handsome in broad daylight. He has an innocent looking kind of handsomeness that makes him look almost boyish. He is seated four seats ahead of me on the opposite row and our eyes have met thrice now, the first time, he smiled at me, I couldn't return it. "Doesn't she?" Christine asks Stephane beside her when I don't give her any reply. I swallow, knowing he is now staring at me. I have to focus hard internally so a blush doesn't give me away. "Yes, she does look di
"Mom. Please stop." I say in response. Instead of answering her incriminating question. Benjamin is cute. That is facts. And he was so respectful during our dance last night. He should be around my age, and he is a perfect gentleman. Too bad I have no use for gentlemen at this period of my life. Not after being touched by Stephane. Held and cherished the way only he was capable of. He has claimed me. I can only be his. Even if it was only for a night, I don't think I will get over the experience any time soon. "What?" She throws her hands up like she doesn't know what she is doing. In a sense, she probably doesn't. But that doesn't help me right now. I can't look in Stephane's direction anymore because his blank expression is getting me so worked up. I remember how he punished me for dancing with Benjamin. My body remembers it all too well. I saw the angry red slash marks on my ass cheeks this morning in the shower and when I touched the spot, I felt a dark kind of excitement. Unexpl
"Charlie brought her car." I say, just as Benjamin comes to stand beside me, smiling kindly again. I can't bear to look at him and disappoint him. He obviously came to join the conversation because he heard his name being mentioned by my crazy mother. If she keeps this up, I just might end up not feeling any guilt about what I did with my stepfather. "Really, don't worry about it, Benjamin." I say to him with a weak smile. His face falls by a fraction and it makes me feel awful. "But it is such a long drive." My mother prompts. Stephane gets up abruptly, I stare at him in shock. What is he doing? He looks down at Christine who is oblivious to everything, then he looks up at me. There is barely concealed anger in his eyes. I look away. He should be directing that anger to Christine who can't seem to take a bloody hint. "I will take her." He says, his tone is authoritative, like he expects no questions and it is a done deal. I am sure I am going red in the face again. The table has
Stephane POV::Aleen is looking out the window. She has been looking out the window for the past ten minutes of the ride. We still have about an hour's drive before we reach her destination. Judging by the stubborn set of her turned head, she intends to look out the window for the entire time, keeping her face turned away from me. I wasn't actually going anywhere close to her college, I just wanted to spend more time with her. Against my better judgement. And also, I couldn't stand the thought of Benjamin driving her instead. I wasn't thinking straight when I offered to take her. And now, with her scent so close to me, I am already regretting the half baked idea. What was I thinking? "Aleen." I call to her. She doesn't acknowledge me. She doesn't even react. We do have a few things to talk about. She left the basement without alerting me. Up until that moment, we had a great time. And then I woke up alone. It stung. And I didn't even understand why. It made sense that she would wan
Aleen POV:::Stephane's firm lips covering mine makes me feel like I am being lit on fire from within. A great flame that is only being stroked higher so it topples and licks at the edges of my sanity. Drawing me back, away from my resolve. It drives me insane, and he is just kissing me. I come alive in his touch. I try to replicate his passion but it's too much for me. I can't follow. Stephane's hand snakes up behind my head, he pulls me back slightly so he can kiss me deeper and I open my mouth for him, wanting more. Needing more. It is not fair, how easy it is for me to let go of my resolve when it comes to him. He is my stepfather! I gasp and pull back from the kiss. He lets me go, but his eyes stay on mine in the dim lights of the car. We stare at eachother. My breathing is uneven. His comes out rapidly, his dark eyes go even darker as he stares at my face quietly. "That is why." His usually smooth baritone comes out cracked. It makes a chill run down my spine. I don't know wha
Stephane POV:The drive back is empty. Her sweet scent lingers but it is not enough. I already miss her, badly enough that I toy with the idea of turning around, back to her. I contemplate returning to the penthouse instead of going home, but I don't think I can handle her absence there. I can't return there when she is not there. So I drive towards home. It is weird to think of home as a place she wouldn't be at. In just a weekend, I have come to associate home with her lithe receptive body and enchanting green eyes. My head is oddly quiet as I drive. I don't think about anything else other than her smile. That is how I know I am in trouble. I have deceived myself long enough. It is time I faced the truth. I feel more for Aleen than just lust. I want more from her. I have always wanted more from her. I just thought I could satiate myself bit by bit. I came up with the damn contract. I exerted dominance. I took control. I took from her even as I gave to her. I did it all. And yet he
"I am sorry, Aleen. I don't even know where to begin." She says openly, smiling sadly at me. I look away. It is very uncomfortable feeling this way for her. I would rather hold onto my anger. It is safer. "Don't." I get up. Pacing the room. There is no respite from the myriad of emotions. They claw at my chest. They heat me up from inside, making me hot and feeling close to insanity. They hurt like hell. "Aleen..." My mother gets up too, I stop pacing, remaining on the opposite side of the room, I don't want her close. I can't stand it. I might fall to my knees and confess. I have a lot I am sorry to her about. And I also have a lot I am angry at her for. The emotions clash and they choke me up. I want an escape and there is none. This is the consequences of what I have been up to, and they flood me. I am drowning. "Mom. Please. Don't." My voice is shaky, she looks at me with sadness and regret in her eyes and I look away. I can't stand it. She thinks I am this way because of our
"What?" My face is flushed, I can feel it because of how hot I have gotten under her watchful gaze. The room could be spinning because of how dizzy I suddenly feel. My mouth has gone dry. My head is loud and silent at the same time. I have no idea what she is driving at but it can't be good. We have never talked about Stephane, I don't see any reason why she would be coming to me now about him. It is so out of character, it is terrifying."What about him?" I ask again when she doesn't say anything for what feels like the longest second of my life.My mother turns around to Charlie, "Charlie darling, do you mind excusing us for a minute?" She asks.Charlie is out of the room before I can even blink. She has stated multiple times how much she doesn't want to have anything to do with this mess, I don't blame her. Though it doesn't stop the feelings of betrayal that lingers. I don't say anything when she turns around again. I just wait for her to clarify what she means. I can't afford m
"What are you doing here?" I ask, still frozen at the door. I should pull myself out of the shock as soon as I can, but it is hard. My mind races for an explanation and comes up short. Christine being here, in my room in college of all places is such an unexpected thing that I can't quite follow. She doesn't belong to the room, her presence is like a threat to the sanctuary I have created for myself here, far away from her."Is that a way to welcome your mother?" She asks, her voice still has the edge to it though her face is softening with a small smile that doesn't reach her piercing blue eyes.I huff, walking fully into the room and heading for my bed. I look at Charlie again and she has returned her attention to her laptop, I can't ask her anything with my mother in the room watching us like an hawk. "Welcome?" I ask her, keeping my tone suspicious. It is so easy to revert to the underlying anger I feel towards her. My guilt is neatly tucked away, I can focus and figure out why s
It is dark out when Stephane pulls into the parking lot of my residential hall. He didn't let go of my hand once throughout the long drive, it was such an impressive skill to be able to drive one handed for so long, though most of the journey was one way across the highway connecting the city to the campus, it still was very impressive. But what was more was the fact that he didn't let go once. I didn't have to say anything, he just knew what I was thinking. What I needed. And he offered it selflessly, without complaints. We didn't stop for food, I wasn't hungry for food. "We are here." I announce, desperate to fill the silence now. The drive down wasn't all quiet, we had brisk conversations about nothing. But I have fallen quiet the closer he got to the school, and now for the past thirty minutes, I haven't uttered a word. "Yeah." He turns to me, he brings our conjoined hands up to his lips and presses a long kiss to the back of my hand, the skin tingles at the spot his smooth coo
Aleen POV:I wake up sore and it is evening. The sunset slow and gorgeous in the distance. The view from the penthouse is truly stunning, inspiring in a way that is new and interesting. Stephane is holding me like he is scared I would leave him in his sleep. It is almost suffocating, being held like this, so tight and close, but his warm hard body makes up for any discomfort caused. I don't mind the risk of being smoldered to death if he is the one doing the smoldering with his body. I do have to use the restroom so I carefully get out of his hold, I can't feel my legs as I make my way to the bathroom. He was rough earlier and I am afraid of how much I enjoyed it. As painful and unfamiliar as it was, I also found it intensely pleasurable. I think I came twice before he did. It happened concurrently, I could hardly keep up. He held me down and fucked me to my senses. Strong, masculine and hard. It felt really good. It is time to leave. If I want to return to the campus before dinne
Stephane POV:I am slightly shaken by how much I enjoyed having Aleen sit on my face. Fuck that. I am very shaken by it. My cock is rock hard and all the blood has left my brain, making me feel frozen in limbo, stuck in this sense of intense pleasure and satisfaction. And lust, of course. It rages through me like a storm. Tearing me apart and holding me together at the same time. I want nothing more than to bury myself deep inside her but I have to catch my breath first and think through my confusion.Having her sit on my face had nothing to do with our contract. I did it simply because she wanted to do it. That was an exchange of power that isn't technically a breach of contract but still felt like it. And I enjoyed it. It was incredibly pleasurable, even as I felt asphyxiated, close to fucking death because I didn't breath for a long while as she rode her orgasm out on me, it still felt intensely pleasurable. I want to do it again. "Thank you." Aleen whispers, lips against my chest
"Come on, I am ready when you are." Stephane looks down at me where I am still perched on my ass on the bed, looking at him dumbly. The duvet has slide off his body, revealing his smooth golden skinned chest, coral nipples bright and inviting. He is incredibly hot, my god. I don't think I will ever get used to him being with me. It feels like a dream. A really weird crazy overreaching dream I worry I might wake up rudely from anytime soon. "Okay." I whisper, reaching for him. "Brace yourself to the headboard..." He instructs, voice steady and deep. I let go of the cover, revealing my naked body, his eyes trail my body with open lust and it emboldens me. I straddle his chest, thighs around his broad shoulders, it feels only slightly awkward. When I meet his eyes and see the heat apparent in them, all traces of the awkwardness leaves me. I inch closer to his face, sitting on his chest close to his neck, the skin is smooth and hard and warm and it sends a bolt of pleasure through me
Aleen POV::I kiss him till I forget who is kissing who, we fall into our rhythm, lips and tongue clashing and claiming dominance till he pins me down to the bed, taking control, sucking my fight from my tongue with practiced ease. I submit to him, sinking underneath his raw overwhelming masculine strength. The bed is soft beneath me and his body is hard ontop of me, it is the best place to be. When he pulls back, dark eyes looking intently into mine, I remember I have to breathe and I drag in a lungful of it greedily, he smirks at me. Hard warm body pressing into me deliciously. "You know, when you asked me what I wanted us to do, I said I didn't know. Well, maybe that is not entirely true." I whisper against his smooth lips. He pulls himself up a couple more inches so he can see my face better and I blush. Smiling like an idiot. "Is that so?" He asks, baritone low and inappropriately suggestive, it makes butterflies come alive in my stomach. I tense and relax at the same time. F