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
Stephane POV:::I like dominating when it comes to my sexual encounters. I like being in charge. I rarely allow myself change my dominant stance. But there is something about the dangerous glint in Aleen's eyes in my dark car as she reaches for me that makes me falter. Makes me want something that I have never wanted. She makes me feel things that I don't want to feel. I don't like hotels else I would have driven us to the nearest one. There is also the little hitch about our relationship as stepfather and stepdaughter that is hard to explain if we are pulling into hotels together. I don't want to sneak around with her. She is more precious than that. "Aleen." My voice is a plea and a warning at the same time as her little fingers tug away at my pants. She fumbles with the zipper with her tongue in between her teeth, eyes focused and I can't help it, I pull her face close and plant a wet kiss on their rosy softness. Aleen responds to my kiss like a fire roaring alive. It is the most
"Here, have some water." My mother hands me the bottle of water where I am crouched, hands on my knees, tears in my eyes from the relentless coughing. It is like everything within me is rebelling against that piece of information. Fighting against it. Rejecting it. I take the bottle and I chug the contents greedily. She returns to her chair and watches me quietly as I take in deep breaths to calm my racing heart. No matter how many times I take a deep breath, or how hard I do it, I am afraid I might never calm down. Maybe I misheard. Maybe my mother is messing with me. Maybe I am actually stuck in a nightmare right now and I need to wake up. "Sorry. I guess I startled you? My reaction was milder in comparison. I just came apart. Right there on our bedroom floor. The man I loved and have loved for years. He not only admitted to cheating. He also claimed he loved her. She is not just some slut to make him feel young and whatever else reasons men his age go after younger girls. He act
"Hi Charlie dear." My mother quickly covers her face again with her glasses when she sees Charlie in the room. "Hi, Christine! So good to see you!" Charlie's voice is pitched high and I wince at her too obvious attempt at seeming normal. My mother doesn't sense anything, her head is elsewhere as she goes to sit quietly at my desk, crossing her legs elegantly. Charlie gives us both a conflicted look, she doesn't know whether to give us privacy, or to stay back and protect me if the need arises. I give her a small shake of my head. I am terrified out of my mind, and confused at the same time, but I can handle myself. Christine doesn't know anything about Stephane and I. That single thought gives me some confidence. Doesn't help with the guilt, but it is something I can straighten my spine off of. Today is not my day of reckoning. Charlie excuses herself and my mother and I fall into a silence that is too loud in my pulse. I don't sit next to her or opposite her, I can't stand the di
"What?" I manage to ask when she doesn't respond immediately."We are separating. Taking some time apart." She says, clearing her throat, thinking I didn't hear her clearer. "Oh." I don't know what to think or say. Is this what I wanted? I don't even know. I don't know anything anymore. But I do know the unmistakable heartache in her voice that she doesn't bother hiding from me. "Are you around?" She asks, startling me with the sudden change in her tone. "What?" "Are you in school? I want to see you." She says and the earth shifts beneath my feet. She knows. She knows. I am fucked. I am so fucked. "Why?" I whisper, feeling my chest go tight. The climbing anxiety attack threatens to have me passed out. I can't stave it off. It creeps up consistently so that my vision starts blurring. "What do you mean why? I just told you, I want to see you. Is that so bad?" My mother whines. I am too soaked in my anxiety that I don't bother wondering why she doesn't sound angry. She should be an
I flinch away from her like her words are a sharp knife wielded at me. "Aleen, did you fall in love with him?" She scoots closer to get a better look at me. I can't hide from her. "Oh my God." She gasps, seemingly gleaming the truth from my silence. "Well, now you know." I sigh, feeling suddenly tired. I was overwhelmed with my feelings. I lay back on the bed, but I don't cover my face with the duvet. There is nothing to hide now. I am bared open to her. At least the judgment will stop now. She thought I was just being reckless messing around with him, but now she knows better. "Oh my God. I did try to warn you that this would happen, Aleen." Charlie says, though her tone is careful, I still feel a flare of irritation. "Charlie. Please. I can't do this now. I know I fucked up. I feel terrible. I have laid here all week, feeling like shit. I know I have crossed all the lines. I know all these and more. Please, don't add to my anguish. There is nothing you want to say now that I ha
Aleen POV:It is Friday morning, I have spent the whole week in a dazed trance. Hovering between extreme emotions of guilt and rage and withdrawal too. My only anchor was Charlie, she helped me as best as she could, which only made me feel worse because even though she doesn't say it, I could tell she wanted to rub it in my face so bad. She didn't have the full details of how my visit with my mother went since she excused us and I didn't tell her anything, she didn't ask too. But she saw me unravel in the aftermath of it. I came undone, letting out years of bottled rage I felt at my mother. I was only able to let go because of the guilt I felt. She seemed so lost when she was talking about Stephane cheating on her. It was the closest we have ever been and I know I immediately shut her down, I still couldn't shake the feeling of awfulness that enveloped me, knowing I was responsible for what she was going through. My mother has a lot of pride and it humbled me, seeing her come to m
"What are you doing?" I narrow my eyes at her, I am not really angry, but I need to scare her a little if it will help snap her out of her crazed raging trance. I didn't sign up for this when I married her. I have never been one for drama. I know I might seem very fucking hypocritical with that line of reasoning, but it is the truth, I didn't sign up for this. "You are not leaving until you tell me who the fuck she is!" Christine is unafraid. She stands her ground, barricading the door with her body. I wonder if she is not cold, standing half naked in her underwear in the cold room. But she looks determined. "I will say it once, Christine and I will not repeat myself..." I start, leaning down to grab her shoulders and stare directly into her eyes, it is easy to put up this front now because I have managed to tuck my guilt neatly deep down, so far down, I am able to even work up an anger about the way she is behaving, "There is no one. I am sorry I was unreachable for the whole weeke
"What? What are you doing?" I am beyond horrified at this point, I grab her hands and try to free myself from her grip, they are surprisingly vice like. Unyielding. "Who is she! Who is she! Who is she!" Christine yells in my face repeatedly like she is in a crazed trance and can only repeat her mantra. I tug hard and free myself from her, I take several steps back, truly scared she might try to lunge for me again and either hurt herself or me. I have never seen her like this. It is such a transformation from the woman I know. But can I even blame her? I drove her here. "Who is she! Stephane, answer me! Who is she!" She continues screaming, coming towards me, I am far from the door, I have no choice but to back up further into the room, feeling cornered. "Christine. Calm down. I don't understand what you are talking about." I try to speak calmly, to restore some normalcy into our bedroom. The wildness in Christine's eyes worries me more than it scares me. It is truly unsettling. "
"Oh." I say. I feel the gulf between us widen, suddenly very aware of the fact that she is not holding me back, not returning the embrace. I take a cautious step back from her, my heart beating loudly in my ears, it is deafening and drowns out everything else. This is it. She knows. I am fucked. In this awful moment, what I feel is a shallow sense of relief. It is bitter and wrong, but it is there, creeping up on me slowly. Relief that I don't have to hide like this anymore and lie and lie my way past a line I can't come back from. As if I haven't already crossed that damn line long ago. As if I wasn't unredeemable at this point. "She is the same." She sighs sadly.I do a double take. Maybe I misheard? My heart is definitely beating loud enough to drown out sound. But I heard her and she is not yelling and throwing things at me in blind rage yet. Or whatever reaction Christine might give if she finds out what I am doing with her daughter. Christine might be a loud socialite, but in
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