Aleen's POV::A moan was coaxed from me, as he gently nipped my lower lip. I could sense his hesitation, likely due to the myriad factors at play. He was my mother's husband, my stepfather, a man two decades my senior, everything about this felt so wrong, yet so undeniably right. Deep within, I acknowledged the taboo nature of our actions, the disapproval it would garner, but in that moment, it was all eclipsed by the intoxicating feeling of being with him.If Stephane didn't touch me within the next few seconds, I would lose my sanity."I don't know what you want me to say," I replied, attempting to deceive him, my words emerging like sharp, bitter barbs. Dammit! I wasn't supposed to be accountable to this man, even though he was my stepfather. As an adult, I had every right to live my life and go out as I pleased, free from the burden of accountability. Yet, a part of me yearned for his dominance, willingly submitting to him."Daddy," I murmured softly.With those words, the last sh
Stephane's POV::"Look at that ass. So fucking perfect." I grunt. She is. Aleen looks back at me with bright hungry eyes. She is killing me. I am so hard, I could lose my mind. But I don't just want to give her what she wants. I want to make her beg for it. Unexpectedly, I pull my palm back and smack her ass cheek not too gently but not too hard either, the sound rings in my ears, her soft cheeks ripple and I grip her waist for support. Aleen moans out loud. She looks back at me, biting her lips. "You naughty girl. You like that, don't you?" I ask, my dark eyes burn onto her skin, I haven't touched her how I want yet but I am so already so hard. I want her so desperately. This is madness. Utter madness. But it is so hard to turn away from her and those seductive eyes. She wrapped her hands around my cock earlier and I can't think straight anymore. Fuck. This is so wrong but I am feral with need for her at this point. Nothing short of the end of the world would stop me from taking h
Aleen's POV::My body is still shaking uncontrollably from the earth shattering orgasm when we hear footsteps coming towards the room. Stephane pulls out of me quickly, and when I look back, he is pulling up his pants. His dark eyes and expressions switches back to normal. I feel our combined fluids run down my thighs and I know I can't make it before whoever is coming to this room makes it here. We hear voices, unfamiliar voices along with the approaching footsteps. It is probably one of the guests who happens to be lost. I reach down and pull my shorts up. I pull my rippled dress up to cover my breasts. My hair is a mess and my face is flushed deeply. It is not something I can explain away. "That was incredible." Stephane breaths down my neck. The heat travels down my spine, up to my still dripping pussy and I clench my thighs together. My mouth is dry and I need to sit down because my leg is still shaking. "I have to go back." I say, still panicking even when the voice and foots
Aleen's POV::"Yes. I went crazy. I couldn't resist him. I swear. I don't know what came over me, Charlie. It was insanely intense. You know how I feel about him. How badly I have been fantasizing about him. I told you I caught him jerking off and he called me name. This was a long time coming." I breathe the words. They are the truth. I knew what I was doing in the moment and yet I couldn't stop. Even now, the guilt still hasn't hit. It makes me wonder what kind of a person I am in general. Christine, my mother and I don't have the best relationship but we get along. When we are apart from eachother. We can never stay in the same house together for too long. But all that is no excuse. It really isn't. I just fucked my stepfather and I enjoyed it. I don't feel any remorse yet. "Am I a bad person?" I ask Charlie, she is still staring at me like she can't recognise me. I know she is not judging me. She is just actually very surprised I went ahead and did what I had been fantasizing ab
Stephane POV::My blood boils as I watch Aleen dance in the arms of that young boy. The audaciousness of his youth is alarming. He has his arms draped around her, too intimately for comfort. And what does Aleen do? She actually encourages it. Smiling. Seductively. I know she knows I am watching her. She has my undivided attention, even as I dance skillfully with Christine in my arms. Aleen spares me a glance under her lashes from across the room and I feel electricity dance up my spine. That nymph. She knows what she is doing. She keeps her enchanting eyes on me, and she pulls in even closer to the boy. I see red. I lose my cool and yet manage to keep it. Fire lances through my bloodstream and I don't know what to do about it. I have no one to vent about it to."Are you okay, honey?" Christine's sweet breath teases my neck. It does nothing to me. Compared to how much her daughter's sizzling stare from across the room, in another man's arms, is doing to me. I feel like I could scream.
Aleen POV::The music fades and before the next one could start, I try to pull away from Stephane, to escape before I lost my mind totally, but his hand on my lower back is firm, unyielding. He is not done with me. My heart rate picks up pace and I know my face is one huge guilty tomato. Thankfully, the dance floor is dimly lit so those around can't decipher what is going on. My next best shot is to bury my face in his shoulders, I don't want to do that. He smells too good. It is a lure that can pull me in."No, darling Aleen. You are not my daughter. You are my girl and I am your daddy." Stephane growls low in my ear and my belly turns to jelly. I feel the heat seep to my throbbing cunt, I hate how easy it was for him to rile me up. I don't know if I want to rip him to shreds or his clothes so I could jump him. He makes me mad. So mad. Out of control. All the conflicting emotions come out to play when I am in his arms. I don't have a response to that with the wild way my heart is be
Aleen POV::"Surely, you are not thinking of actually going down there, Aleen, don't be crazy!" Charlie follows me to the bathroom as I moisturise my body. In preparation to go meet Stephane. It is midnight already. The mansion has been quiet for close to two hours now. The party wrapped up a while ago. Everyone has gone home. Leaving just me, Charlie, my mother and Stephane who I am certain is already awaiting me in that basement. I have never been down there. I know it is some man cave down there that even Christine is rarely allowed down there. It is supposed to be Stephane's private area. I think he has an office down there. I can't really say because I don't live here with them. "Too late, Charlie." I say, looking through my underwear options. I didn't bring anything good or particularly sexy since I didn't expect all these to be happening. I pick out a light pink lacy set. "This is crazy." She says again, weakly this time around. She has given up on trying to convince me becau
Aleen POV::"I am sorry. I wanted to change my mind." I tell him. He is still sitting, legs wide open, head laid back and relaxed, though I feel his dark eyes rove over my body, so intensely that my nipples go hard at the intensity behind that stare."But you didn't. That is why you are here." Stephane says. His leisurely tone doesn't set me at ease. I look around the apartment, at least what I can make out in the dull red lights, the living area we are in is decorated luxuriously with expensive furnishings. There is a huge refrigerator in the corner with an island kitchen top that passes for the kitchen space. And that is it for the living room. I get the sense that the other room, out of my direct eye line is what I should be interested in. Whether it is a bedroom or not, I can't tell. "Yes." I whisper. I am standing about ten feet away from him. I want to get closer but I also just want to keep standing here. Away from him, but not really. We both know it. I am all his. There is n