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
The drive to college this time around is devoid of any of the previous tension. I am satiated, I rest my head on his thigh as he drives and he runs a hand down my body all throughout the drive. I think I dosed off at some point, because eventually, I feel his hand tapping me gently. I open my eyes and we are in my college. In front of my residential hall. My mother insisted I stayed on campus for my first year, even though I had have preferred renting an apartment outside. But I am glad for it now since I got to meet Charlie. She is my roommate and she has become my best friend. We just get eachother. "We are here, princess." Stephane's smooth baritone calls to me. I lift my head off his thigh, thankfully the windows are opaque so nobody outside can see us. I watch as a couple people move about. Going in and out. I feel sleepy. Weak. Satisfied. Happy. Aglow. "Hi." I say with a weak smile on my face. He returns the smile. It is a bit awkward between us now. I don't know what to say.
I am walking back to the Rez with Charlie after a long morning class, when my phone rings, the vibration against my thigh demands my attention. It is a wednesday noon and so far, I think I am enjoying being back. I pull the phone out and I suck in a sharp inhale as I see the caller ID. It is Benjamin. Charlie notices my hesitation and cranes her neck to see the screen. "Uh oh." She says when she sees who is calling. I have told her all about the situation with Stephane and his demand. She knows my dilemma and it has been three days and I am no where close to making any decisions. It is hard to think around all my daily activities and when I do have time to think about it, I don't because it is overwhelming. And utterly scary. I would have preferred it if he just held onto me and made all the decisions."What are you going to do?" She asks, watching me hold onto the phone, letting it ring and ring. I am frozen with indecision. "I don't know, Charlie." I reply, sarcasm dripping from m
"No. No, I don't, Aleen." Charlie says firmly, coming to stand in my way so I can't disappear into the bathroom and avoid this conversation we have not yet had. About Stephane. She doesn't judge me for succumbing to his temptation, but she is firmly against anything else after this choice he has given me. Of never going back and moving on with my life. I know Charlie means the best for me but how do I make her understand that it is not something I could do? Staying away from Stephane is akin to asking me to stop breathing. It might sound dramatic but it is how I feel. "We are too tired for this right now, Charlie. I am not talking about it right now." I say weakly, sidestepping around her to go to my room. She follows me and leaves the door open as I drop on my bed. "I am not tired. And actually, I think this is the best time to talk about it. He has given you a choice, Aleen. If you are wise, you will take it. He is your stepfather for Christ's sake! You both don't have any sort of
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