"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
"Aleen. How are you? Where are you going all dressed up? We don't have classes today." Charlie walks up to me when I finally open my door. It is the next day and we haven't seen eachother since yesterday after our blown up argument. She looks at me cautiously, I can see that she is being careful with how to approach me and I appreciate that she is sensitive enough like that. "I am fine. I am going to meet Benjamin at the cafe by the humanities department." I say, avoiding her eyes. I probably owe her an apology for how I flared up at her because I didn't like the truth she hauled at me. "Oh, okay. Have a great time. We will talk when you get back." She says simply, turning around back to her room. Charlie prides herself with being very emotionally intelligent and it is true, she is very mature and kind and thoughtful that sometimes, I get jealous of that ability of hers to always remain cool even if the situation doesn't call for it. I wish some of that would rub off on me.I step o
Stephane POV::"You have lost your damn mind, friend." Mike says, he tips his head back and takes a sip of his whiskey. We are in my home bar, away from the main mansion, Mike came back from his honeymoon yesterday so he can return to work by Monday, it is Saturday and Aleen didn't come back home yesterday. And It is true, I am losing my damn mind. "Yes. I agree. Tailing her was a bad idea because now I know if she doesn't show up, then it would be because of your damn nephew." I had a discrete security agent that I use for my company, follow Aleen on campus for the entire week. I know what that sounds like but I don't feel any remorse or shame about it. It was a matter of my sanity. I needed to know what she was up to or else I would have driven myself insane thinking obsessively about it. "Hey, lay off Benjamin, okay? He is not doing anything wrong by courting your stepdaughter. You are the insane bastard for nursing those intentions about her." Mike says, glaring at me good-natu
Aleen POV:::"You." Stephane says under his breath but I hear it loud and clear in the dark quiet room, his low and dangerous baritone sweeps through me like a current and I actually shiver in anticipation as his dark eyes drink me in, the naked hunger and immediate lust behind those deep deep dark eyes makes me go weak in the knees, and my nipples go hard beneath the sheer lace of my bare lingerie. "Hi." I squeak, suddenly breathless as he stalks towards me, one long stride after the other till he is standing in front of me, he is so tall, I have to tilt my head up to meet his eyes, and they are stormy, I could drown in them. All my previous confidence as I waited for him leaves my body slowly. He makes me feel weak and powerful at the same time. It is all encompassing. "I thought you wouldn't come back. Why did it take you so long to return to me? Do you know the torture I have had to endure?" Stephane brushes his forefinger lightly across my chin, I close my eyes and a shudder le
With my heart racing, I lean up and kiss him full on the lips, tentatively, slowly, I feel him tense up under my touch, when he relaxes, I pull back, he stares at me with uncertainty swirling in the depths of his dark eyes, looking into those eyes is like staring at an ocean at midnight, I take his hand and lead him to the bed, he follows my lead without a word or resistance.With the tips of my fingers, I push at his chest and Stephane falls back on the bed, eyes fixed on mine, daring and I can't wait to show him just how much I missed him. I don't waste a second before I get ontop of him, in the opposite direction so my ass is in the air, in front of him and I am facing his crotch. With my face flushing and my heart racing madly, I pull down his pants, along with his boxer briefs, his huge dark cock springs free, almost smacking me in the face. I salivate at the rich sight, Stephane grabs my ass cheeks and growls when I grab his cock, I stroke him from shaft to tip, slowly, reveren
"My little whore." Stephane growls when I stop sucking him off and he catches his breath, my heart misses a beat at how much I liked it. I gasp when Stephane maneuvers me so in a heartbeat, I am underneath him and he is hovering above me on his elbows, dark eyes boring into me, searching and taking silently, I have lost my breath several times tonight, when I do it again, it is not new. Stephane grabs the rest of my lingerie covering my breasts and tears it cleanly off my body, I am laying naked under him and the heat of his skin feels like getting too close to the sun. I don't mind being burned. This is delicious, it is worth it. I writhe underneath him, soaked and thirsty for more. A coarse moan escapes my lips when Stephane leans down and pulls my sensitive hardened nipples into his warm mouth. "Your turn." Stephane whispers into my skin as his tongue works intoxicating circles around my hard nipple. One hand is on the other breast, twirling the nipple in massaging circles, his
"Fuck!" I cry out as he sucks my clit inside his warm mouth, I feel high. Stephane is a drug that I am addicted to and I didn't even know it. He has worked his way into my brain and has taken permanent residence.Stephane sucks gently at first, I am fisting the sheets, pinching his back, my face is scrunched into a picture of pure ecstasy, my eyes rolled to the back of my head, this feels better than good. Just when I feel like I can't take it any longer, he pauses, giving me the much needed respite, only to dip his tongue into my entrance, lapping at my juices straight from the source, I arch my back as a loud cry is wrenched free from deep within me. On instinct, I try to wriggle free from him and that treacherously expert tongue, but he holds me tight, in place, no chances of escape whatsoever. "Stephane...too m-muchhh...please...I...I feel so-oo muchhh...I need...I n-needd...I want...w-want..." I stutter, the words come out in meaningless gaps, that even I can't decipher. There
"What are you making, daddy?" She whispers under her breath, her voice is sultry as fuck, it sends signals of pure pleasure straight to my brain. If only she knew the effects that calling me daddy has on me. Or maybe she does. The little nymph. I wouldn't put it past her. "Sandwich burgers." I tell her as I crack the eggs onto the pan, doing my best to keep from jittering with nerves, that is tough to do with Aleen's soft warm body hugging me so closely from behind. She has wrapped herself in one of the bedcovers, it is sheer enough that I feel every curve on her body and the soft weight of her full breasts crushed against my hard back."It smells so good. I was hungry." She whispers against my ear, she darts her tongue out to lick the sensitive underside and fuck the eggs. With a low growl that surprises me too, I turn around and grab her by the ass, pulling her into me closely, air wouldn't be able to pass between us. Her eyes are gleaming with mischief, she knew what she was doing
Aleen POV::I should snap out of it. Of course, he has done this before. How else would he be so knowledgeable and comfortable about it? I am not dumb. He is an older matured man with his kinks. That is okay. I am not judging. But the questions pour in and I can't help myself."With Christine?" I ask with wide eyes. I don't know if I can continue with this if he does this with my mother. I couldn't look her in the eyes knowing this about her. Oh my gosh, I sound like a total hypocrite right now. But it is what it is. I had been doing this with Stephane so far under the impression that I was special to him, if it turns out not to be the case, I don't know if I would be able to live with the heartbreak. "Oh. No. No. Christine is not into this." He says, eyes on me. Honest and open. "What?" I don't know how to take his response. My stomach does a nervous flip, I feel like I am ruining our moment, but I also believe and trust him when he said I could ask and talk about anything with him
Stephane POV::When Aleen steps out of the bathroom in the sheer lacy purple lingerie I got for her, my breath leaves me and all the blood rushes southwards. My God, is she is stunning. The purple matches her skin tone perfectly, making her appear like royalty. An ethereal princess. Rightfully, because that was how I viewed her. From the beginning. There was something royal about her ethereal beauty. The top of the lingerie is tiny, covering her breasts sparingly, so there is a lot of flesh to see, white milky skin beckoning for my kisses. The bodice of the lingerie is cut like a corset, cinching in her tiny waist so she looks like the perfect figure eight. The bottom part of the lingerie is a tiny underwear, with silky garters on her slender curvy thighs. Complete with the stocking that reaches her upper thigh, she is a vision to behold. It gives me an ego boost, knowing that I picked the perfect lingerie even though it has been years since I last did it. I still got it and she is
I can't seem to find a comfortable way to keep my body from flying off the edge, my legs flail over his back and shoulders, my toes are curled almost painfully, my back is sinking into the soft cushioned back of the expensive leather chair, and the sounds escaping my lips are embarrassing and raw. He is eating into my very soul. I don't know how to tell him that so I just call his name over and over again, my moan is strained and choking, quiet and low and high pitched. Everything all at once. It is beyond overwhelming. I feel like livewire. An hairsbreadth from sparking and becoming something beautiful and explosive. I didn't know this could feel like this. That anyone could make you feel like this because of sex. I wasn't a virgin when we got together, I had had some really mediocre sexual experiences, but with Stephane, it felt like I got an upgrade from nowhere and I didn't know what to do with it or how to even take it."Stephane. Stephane. Stephane." "Hm. You taste so good."
"I signed the contract." I blurt out just when it felt like I might combust if I don't say anything in the heavy silence that follows his vulgar confession about what he spent his week doing. The sensible thing to do was probably to tell him I couldn't stop thinking about him too, but I couldn't because I was shy. I am always inexplicably shy when he speaks so openly about his attraction to me. I can't explain it. "I know." He gives me a cocky smirk, eyes trained on me like a predator stalking prey. Of course he knows. Why else would I be here? I signed the contract on the ride here. I read it more than thrice. And I did some research online, according to which I realised that Stephane's contract is considered a bit lenient. I am not at his beck and call like other Doms expect their Subs to be. I think it is because I am a student who has to share my time between my studies and him, his thoughtfulness warmed my heart. We are only to meet during the weekend. Friday night to Sunday n
Somehow, I manage to focus on the food. Stephane eyes stay on my every move, but instead of the heated intensity that unsettles me so much, it is a gentle form of interest, like I am some precious little gem of his. I glow inwardly, unable to keep the blush off my face. I am in trouble, all right. But this is the kind you plunge right into without thinking. "How was your week, Aleen?" Stephane clears his throat, taking a sip of his red wine. I like how he says my name a little too much. It is intoxicating, the way he enunciates the syllables. And he always says it the exact same way, I like that he doesn't call me by endearments, though I doubt I would have any issues with that. Imagine being called baby by Stephane, my insides would melt. "It was okay." I say, clearing my throat too, to clear my head of the criminal thoughts I can't seem to keep away when I am with him. I reach for my glass of wine, taking a small sip, I am already too hot from just sitting across from him and shar
I am the only one in the transparent glass elevator as it breezes straight up to the penthouse. It is past seven p.m, I left school at past six. Stephane sent me a chauffeur in a luxurious electric car. I feel like I am in a dream. Like if I closed my eyes and pinched my skin, I would snap awake. And all these would have been a cruel prank played by my subconscious. For each floor the elevator breezes past, I feel electricity sizzle beneath my skin. My stomach is in a painfully tight cord of nerves, I am beyond anxious, I keep forgetting to breath. Why am I so nervous? It is just Stephane. This is not our first time. I didn't even feel half this much nerves when I was going to meet him in his basement apartment in my mother's home. Fearless and reckless as hell. At least, we are assured complete privacy in this penthouse. The chances of my mother coming here unannounced are zero. Like literally. She would have to go through the airtight security at reception, but then I am not sure
Aleen POV::Turns out that I grossly underestimated how miserable my daily life was about to get after my lie to Charlie on Sunday night. It is mid-day on an averagely cool Friday and I am this close to screaming my confession at her. Pulling my hair whilst at it. She wouldn't stop talking about Benjamin or trying to get me to tell her about how our first date ended with us having sex. She wants to know everything and wouldn't take all the hints I drop about not wanting to talk about it. And then Benjamin himself keeps texting me. I reply politely but he doesn't get the hint. I don't know how else to discourage him from pursuing me. Actually, I do know, it is just now really complicated because I have to deconstruct my lie to Charlie and have to deal with the fallout from that first. Something I am not interested in right now. The more time that passes, the harder it gets to just tell her the truth. "What are your plans for the weekend?" Charlie asks, startling me. She cocks her hea
Stephane POV::I debate with myself quickly if I should return to bed with Christine or just go sleep in my basement apartment. It is almost three a.m, she must be fast asleep already, so I decide to sneak into bed with her and if she asks when I came back in the morning, I could lie about the time. There is a silly bounce to my step as I make my way through the huge empty house. I reach our room, Christine had turned off the lights and is settled under the duvets, fast asleep, low quiet snores escaping her form on the bed. I decide to go take a quick shower, just so I don't wake her up to the scent of another woman on me. As the cold water cascades down my body in the shower, I wonder how I became this type of man. Lying to his wife. Sneaking around. Taking showers to hide another woman's scent. This is my life now. I hate to admit the underlying excitement I feel about it. So this was what it felt like. But then, not quite. Aleen is not some irrelevant booty call I engage with to
Aleen POV::"Heyy." I drawl awkwardly. I make my way to the bed, just as Charlie gets up to go turn on the lights. I really don't want to get into it with her right now. I just want to sleep, basking in the warmth my time with Stephane left in me. I feel so warm and sated. I could smile through an argument. "What do you think you are doing sneaking back in here like I wouldn't be waiting to get the rundown of your date?" Charlie flips the switch and the light flood the room, I shield my eyes as I lay down with a soft moan escaping my mouth, I only pull off my shoes, remaining fully dressed. Stephane's scent lingers on my dress. "Why are you still awake?" I ask, still shielding my face with my arm, it is a great camouflage. She can't see my face yet. "I was worried. I called you around twelve, you didn't answer. How did it go?" Charlie asks, I can feel her presence standing over my bed. Ugh. Sometimes, I wish she wasn't so invasive. "Can you turn off the light please? I am so tired