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 flexes his fingers inside me and my body responds to him with reckless abandon. It doesn't matter that we are in his car. In a parking lot. The windows might be tinted but they are not soundproofed. Or maybe they are. I don't know and I don't care, I moan out loud as freely as I dared. The sensations rippling through me cannot be felt silently. My body ripples at his persistent touch, he claims my mouth with searing passionate kisses over and over again till every last one of my concerns become irrelevant. I cling to him, moving my hips around his thrusting fingers inside of me. It feels incredible. It feels like heaven. Sinful as it was. "Stephane." I plead. My body craves the release and he is edging it. Edging me. He thrusts for a short pace and then stops, his thumb on my clit is not consistent, I know he is doing it on purpose. He likes torturing me like that. And I like it too much to not want it. Maybe I even enjoy the torture more than the release but my body needs i
Aleen POV:I cried myself to sleep as soon as Stephane left. I couldn't help it. It was hard to not be worried. My anxiety clawed to my throat and stayed there. I cried and then I fell asleep, with my tears smearing my face. When I wake up and see that it is bright noon, a quarter to two, my panic kicked up a notch and I debated on going to the mansion to figure out what was going on. I couldn't stand the suspense and not knowing any longer. It was too much. Too heavy. But I simply couldn't bring myself to go. I had done it before afterall, I had marched up to that house two nights ago, ready to darn it all. I hadn't cared. I didn't worry about anything. I had surrendered to the chaos and I let it lead me there. Ready to confront my mother with the truth. Not caring for the repercussions. I am in love with my stepfather and I wasn't ashamed. I was done hiding. I was over it. But everytime I crossed the threshold of the bedroom, gearing to go, I stopped and returned to the bed. I co
"Lucky old bastard!" Mike pats me on the shoulder, smiling proudly, then he directs his nephew to follow him to a seat in the front row. I don't feel lucky. Not right now. I try to keep my eyes on the dramatic slow entrance of Christine but my eyes rove the room looking for a particular face instead. I catch Rodriguez at the far corner of the room. He gives me a nod. Then he steps out. Everybody's eyes are fixed on Christine so I doubt anybody noticed the exchange. I stare at her then, she is getting closer, I wonder how she is able to walk so slowly. A flare of irritation. Does she think this is a wedding? She is in a light pink dress with an open neckline that highlights her full bosom and slim figure. The dress has lacy designs that I think are meant to be bridal, it goes down to her ankles in a flowing pattern. Her hair is done up nicely with loose curls and some flowers pinned into the madness. Her face is bright, not just because of her big smile either, but radiating happin
Stephane POV:"Hey! The groom is here! Wait, can we call you the groom? It is not like you guys are just getting married. You are already her groom!" One of Christine's friends with the screeching voice and full face of makeup and more plastic surgery than was aesthetic hounds me at the entrance to the bustling hall. The hall is the main living room of the mansion. I don't know what Christine did or who she hired to do what has been done to the room, but it has been transformed into something of a proper event hall. The main living room is large. Huge airy windows that lends the space terrific natural lighting, expensive decorative chandeliers and art pieces on the sparkling white walls. It is a great space for hosting anything from a small family gathering, to a friend's night, to a bridal shower, to now apparently, a vow renewal. The sofas have been arranged in a way that lends the space into a designated hall with an aisle that leads a short distance to the floral arch where a pu
It is slow and measured. Deliciously meticulous. We are both naked, chest to chest in the most intimate embrace, my legs and arms wrapped possessively around him, and he holds me securely to the pillow, burying me into the soft mattress with his weight. I don't mind. I whimper and hold him tighter. We are deeply connected, his thick cock twitching deep inside me as he thrusts gently, maintaining the agonizingly delicious slow pace. He thrusts deep, so deep, I can't breath, he is all I feel, he is everything, and then he starts pulling out slowly and I still can't breath, by the time he drives in again, I have lost my breath over and over again. "I love you, Aleen. I love you so fucking much." Stephane says into my ear, his breath is hot and heavy, sending rivulets of pleasure through me at the rawness in his voice. I gasp when I try to speak because he just buried himself deep inside me again. My heart rate is like someone running a marathon, I feel the reassuring thudding in sync of
"Well, yeah. You can't be there, Aleen. Think about it. Why would you be there? She didn't invite you, did she? I highly doubt she expects you there after the altercation you both had the other night. If you show up with me, it will set her off. You need to make yourself completely scarce from her for the time being. The way I have it set up, you don't have to come up at all." Stephane cradles my face in his hands, his huge hand covering up my entire face. He has an earnest look in his eyes but I can't help the trepidation that befalls me as I imagine him never coming back. I can't bear the thought of losing him again. "No!" I jerk myself out of his hold. He gives me a look of surprise and wonderment. I don't mind if he thinks I am crazy. I am simply not risking it again. I want to be there to watch everything unfold. I want to be there to take his hand and walk away together, not giving a damn about my mother seeing us. Or what anyone thinks. I don't care anymore! I am happy and I
Aleen POV:I wake up at dawn and the first thought that comes to me is that there is a chance I am going to lose Stephane today or lose my mother. Or both. I don't see any chance of things going differently. It is hard to imagine. Their vow renewal ceremony is currently unfolding, I know my mother would have barely slept all night, awaiting her big day with bated breath. Not caring that her supposed spouse is not even with her. He is here with me, holding me tight to his bare chest like he is afraid I might escape in the night.I don't remember much of what happened after dinner. I drank too much of the wine and I realised too late that it had a high alcoholic percentage. I close my eyes tightly, I think I feel the beginning of a hangover migraine. There is leftover chicken soup in the fridge from the one I made Stephane from scratch with all the love I could muster in my heart. But I don't have much of an appetite. Considering what awaited me in a few hours. Then slowly my memory cl
"Sorry, I am afraid I don't follow, sir." Richard winces like he actually does but is fighting with himself not to accept the reality of my words and what they could mean. "You do. It is quite straightforward, Richard. I am telling you to go after the woman you are fond of enough to be risking your life for." I say, keeping my tone low and arctic. I don't have to threaten him outrightly. I watch him think and try to wriggle himself out of what awaited him. His hard lean face creases as he comes to the acceptance that there was little to nothing he could do to avoid it. "Mr. Alec. Please. I can't. Please. I am so sorry about everything, but you are asking me for too much. I have a family to cater for. Sherry can't find out about Christine and I. It was a mistake. Please. Have mercy on me." Richard pleads, his head bowed in front of me. He is pathetic and again, asides his youth, which is also obviously dwindling, his lean frame and whatever else physical attractions that might endear
I don't even know why I want to know that answer. It is not like it is going to change anything. Maybe feed my rage. Fuel the emotion to the level I might be compelled to act on. I do need my anger. I feel it fading in and out every now and then. It is hard to hold onto it righteously when it doesn't even hurt. I truly don't feel rage about it. I can't bring myself to feel anything.So Christine cheated, or has been cheating on me, so what? I am no longer in love with her. I haven't been for a very long time. Our marriage has felt like an obligation for the longest time. It makes sense then that I would turn to fall in love with her daughter. It doesn't make it right, but we have been largely disconnected from eachother as husband and wife for the longest time way before I got involved with Aleen. But I can't even begin to explain that to Christine in a way that she would understand or accept, so I have to do this. It is the only way. "Um. Mr. Alec. I am sorry but I don't quite know
I tune out for the rest of the drive. We pull into the quiet neighborhood in long island where Richard lives with his family. The driver locates my agents pretty easily. I direct him to pull up to the front porch of the house. It is a quarter to midnight, the neighbourhood is an almost idyllic family oriented community, judging by all the dark quiet houses with porches doubling as gardens down the long winding street. The dark mercedes is nestled beneath the dark shade of a tree three blocks away from the Smiths residence, I direct the driver to drive on ahead with a simple gesture. He stops in front of the Smiths quaint house. Killing the quiet engine, I think I see a light flicker on in the dark quiet house. I get out of the car in time to meet Rodriguez who is walking up to me, dressed in all black, his black leather jacket is huge enough to conceal his weapon, I nod at him, this is not the kind of meeting that would necessarily require his input, he falls in line behind me as I