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
Aleen POV:::I continue sucking him off, swallowing every inch of his seeds. I feel like I have been choked full of pride and a glow I can't explain as I clean him up with my tongue, the echoes of his loud grunting remains in my head as a reward. His cock jumps in my mouth, I smile up at him, proud that I made him feel at least a fraction of what he makes me feel. His eyes remain closed, his cock in my mouth stays semi hard, even as I suck off all his cum, swallowing the slimy liquid like it was the best thing I have ever tasted. I am so turned on, I am soaked through my underwear. Finally, he opens his eyes and looks down at me. I give him a smile, tapping the tip of his cock against my tongue, I feel him getting hard as a rock again. "You." He growls and his hands in my hair pulls me up, not roughly, but also not entirely gently. His lips crash against mine with a force that steals my breath away. Stephane's tongue finds its way into my mouth, he dances with mine ferally. Hungril
"Do you want me to?" He replies. The knock comes again and I stare at him, my wide eyes asking the obvious question."Is there an alternative?" I can't see one. He can't just drive off, that would be highly suspicious. Though, looking at him, I don't think he minds. "Okay. You might want to stay out of view." He tells me. I know what that means, I look properly fucked. Blushing, I lean back on my seat, out of view as he turns to roll down his window by a slit. "You have been parked for longer than visiting hours, sir." An authoritative voice says as soon as the window rolls down. I vaguely recognise it as the voice of one of the security men that are on night duty for the residential area. I don't know them because I am rarely out and about late at night, but I come across them early in the morning returning from the library. "Oh. I was just leaving. Thank you." Stephane replies, his tone is relaxed and polite. And then the window rolls back up, he starts the car and is driving ou
"Fuck. Aleen. Fuck. You will be the end of me. I am close. You are so tight. So fucking perfect. Fuck." Stephane growls, his mouth is hot against my neck, he increases the pace as he pulls back to look in my eyes.I remember vaguely that he wants me to watch him come, my eyes flit closed but I hold them open, excited for the challenge. I see it happening even as my own rapture races up to catch me. His thrusts becomes violent, uncoordinated and almost desperate, stroking deep into me as I moan gibberish, breathing hard in sync with him.I reach the finish line first, screaming loudly, hoarsely as the orgasm takes over my body, it is more intense than the first one, and I flail over the edge. My body jerks violently as I crash, not even trying to gain control of any kind, I just let go, the fiery warmth spreading throughout my core. Then, because I want to watch him too, even in this moment of intense pleasure climax.I open my eyes a slit, see him smirk a little like he was waiting fo
"Fuck.""Fuck." We both moan. At the same time. His head is thrown back, eyes shut tight, mine is open only a fraction. The space between us feels like a universe of its own. Small and all encompassing. Then I start moving, simply because I can't remain still, he is like a volcano inside me, I have to move to accommodate him, I feel like I am choked full on him, it is wickedly delicious. I flex my hips, grinding slowly, taking him in and out, slowly, gently, my walls constrict around him and he moans out loud, a deeply sexy baritone that sounds like it is coming from somewhere untouched and unexplored. I feel flattered. I always do when we get together like this. It is incredibly ego boosting to have him like this, moaning unrestricted, his pleasure apparent on his handsome face. His grip on my hips tighten and I start moving faster, bouncing up and down instead of grinding, my knees are not made for this but I am determined. If only to hear him make those sounds. His fingers dig i
"You are so beautiful when you come, Aleen." Stephane whispers against my hair, his hand strokes my back, calming me down from my high. I like that he always calls me by my name. There is something about the way he says it, the pronunciation of the two syllables with an emphasis on the first syllable. He makes it sound like something exquisite and it makes me feel like something exquisite. Warmth unfurls in my core and spreads, lingering everywhere. "Yeah? I want to see you too." I lift my body up to look in his eyes, they widen slightly and then cloud over as he gets what I mean. I fumble behind me for his pants buttons. I am so turned on. I just came and yet I want more. I want him inside me. And I want him now. "I think you already do." He smirks. He is right, I know what he looks like when he comes. Glorious is the word. It is like watching a greek god show an hint of emotion. He cracks open like the best present. A reward. It is intoxicating. He allows himself feel it thoroug
"No, Aleen. I don't want to." He leans forward and bites my neck, grazing his sharp canines along the sensitive skin, I inhale sharply, feeling heat spread to my brain, overtaking common sense and rationality. We are going to do this. Here. Right now. I am going to fuck him, right in front of the Rez. Anyone could come knock on the car door, wondering why a luxurious tinted car was parked in front of a female student residential building. And I don't care. I am past caring. If I don't have him now, I might lose my mind from the want of it. "Just you. Just you, Aleen." He growls against my lips before taking them in a searing kiss, I go blind from the impact. Actually, no, I just close my eyes tight."Oh yeah?" I whisper into his mouth, he sucks on my tongue, rendering me hot and speechless. "I want to fuck you in a million different ways. I want to memorise your body and all the ways I could make it tick. I want to fuck you hard and slow and raw and madly. I have plans for you, if
"I said I don't like to share too. You don't like the idea of Benjamin and I together, I also hate the idea of you going to bed with my mother." I don't know where the insane confidence is coming from but I appreciate it. "Oh, Aleen." There is a trace of a smirk on his face as he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ears, his hand is huge against my face, with thick visible veins. I swallow, I know he can see how turned on I am by him, but he is enjoying me like this. Jealous and bitchy. "What?" I ask, sounding a tad bit defensive. "Are you jealous?" He asks, he runs his tongue across his lower lip and I can't take my eyes off him, then I look up to his eyes and see the glee in their dark depths and I pull back from him, suddenly annoyed and yes, very jealous. Extremely, foolishly, uncontrollably so. "I am not. I am just saying. It is not fair. You get to play this role and I get what? My mother's leftovers?" I snap, biting my tongue too late. After I already spilled the ugly words
"Tell me, Aleen. I want to hear you say it." I lean in to whisper into her ears, she shudders, I breath her in, going heady with her scent. I am intoxicated on her and I didn't even know it was happening. "I can't." She whispers, her voice is raspy and low. "Why not? You just said it." I pull back to look into her eyes, they are wet now, her lips are open slightly and the expression on her gorgeous face is one I have seen before. One that sets my blood on fire for her. Wanting her in a way that was both vital and destructive. Wanting to make her mine. Completely and irrevocably. "I don't regret us. I am afraid to admit that out loud because then, what does that make me? What kind of person am I if I don't regret or feel bad about this?" My poor girl. She looks properly tortured over it. She is pure and I underestimated how much this would weigh on her conscience. I caress her chin gently. Keeping my eyes on hers."You are not a bad person for listening to your body, Aleen. Lust an
"So. You did what you threatened to do." He adds, not taking his eyes off me. All the remaining air in my lungs rush out of me. "Uh, no. Actually, yes. But no. I didn't plan for this." I hate that I stutter and sound absolutely stupid. But nothing changes in his icy eyes, either humour or concern. He just fixes me with that unblinking gaze that makes me feel things I shouldn't. "That doesn't do anything to make me feel less of what I currently feel." He says, his baritone is still rough, he yields it like a lash across my skin. Sharp and cold. "And what is it you feel?" I brave a glance into his eyes. They are like a pair of dark bottomless pits. "Rage. Aleen. I told you, I didn't share. And I had to watch you kiss him. Aleen, what I feel right now, is beyond words but rage comes close to describing it." His voice has gone even lower, more dangerous. I swallow and the unfounded urge to get out of the car and run away comes to me, so strong, I have to shake my head to free the thou
Aleen's POV::"What are you doing here?" My voice is small and shaky, I look around, there aren't many people around and Stephane is doing a great job blending into the dark shade the huge oak tree in front of the building provides. If anyone was watching me from the reception area, they would think I was talking to myself. Which would be better than seeing who I am talking to. Knowing who he is. I am being paranoid, of course. This is college. Nobody gives a shit. "That is all you have to say?" I see the outline of his head cocking to the right, I can't see his face from here but I can smell him. Overpowering, it makes me burn beneath my skin. My pulse is racing, and my mouth has gone dry. I can't make sense of anything. I just feel a sense of vindication at being proven right that I wasn't losing my mind, conjuring him up out of thin air. That was really him at the restaurant earlier. If he was there then, and here now, does that mean he had been following us? Watching Benjamin and