"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
"Good morning." I reply, shyly. "So, what do you want to do for our last day together?" He asks, leaning up on his elbow, facing me full on, I feel like sinking under the weight of his full attention. It is weird that you can crave something and then not know how to handle it when you have it. I want his attention, I love it, I crave it. But when I have it, which is almost always, I want to shy away from it. It is almost always too intense. It is like I forget what it is like over and over again and I am now stuck in this circle. Wanting it. Not wanting it. "I don't know. It has been a great weekend." I tell him truthfully. My heart is full. My soul is content. I have had a truly splendid time with him. And I didn't feel the sun directly on my skin for the whole weekend. "It has." He agrees, pulling out his hand to massage my arm, up and down, up and down. He caresses my cheek once, twice, flicking my nose playfully before going back to pulling his palm up and down my arm. Warming
"What do I look like, Aleen?" He asks, eyes on me, heat radiating through the dark depths of them at me. My cheeks are flaming, I can't hold his eyes for long, I keep looking away. But then I will be pulled back in, and again, I will have to look away. Like being subject to the irresistible pull of a magnet."I don't know..." I shrug, focusing on my steak like it is the most interesting thing on the table. Mine is medium rare and his is rare, juicy red meat under his knife as he cuts a piece to eat. He even knows how I like my steak. There are a number of ways through which he would know, but I still find it fascinating. It is fair to say I am quite easily impressed. "You do. Tell me." He would not let it go. I decide to just go for it. What is the worse that can happen? "Well. Hot. You are very sexy, Stephane. For your age, that is." I add the last bit as a snark to lighten the heat of my compliments. I don't want him to know how hard my heart is beating because of it. "Well, than
Aleen's POV::When I wake up, I can immediately tell it is late at night, probably midnight. The soft lighting of the room, the full moon outside, it looks like I could reach out the window and touch the luminescent beauty hanging in the sky against the backdrop of the concrete jungle that is downtown Manhattan.I am alone on the huge bed. Covered to the chin with the heated duvet, I smile knowing it is Stephane's doing. I am awake but my brain is still slow, taking a while to come fully awake. I am completely naked under the duvet too. Flashbacks of the sex comes to me, I pull my wrists out to look at them, there are tiny red marks on them, I know it will be the same around my ankles too. Heat gushes through me, remembering how many times he made me come. And he did not stop till I was practically numb and drunk on him. Just as he promised. I wonder where he is. I can't tell when he left the bed, I only know we fell asleep in a cuddle, holding each other tight like we were eachother
Stephane POV::She is so soft and pliant, it drives me fucking insane. It feels like being high and I can't remember the last time I was high on substances. Aleen just takes me there naturally by being this perfect. Her tight slick walls quake around my cock deep inside her and I groan, feeling my resolve slip. I look at her pretty face scrunched up into a mask of pleasure and I have to still, to find some control else I bust my load prematurely. I have to stop myself from looking down at her pretty pink pussy too, it is such a thing of beauty that I want to bury my face in it and never come up for air again. She is delicate and fiercely beautiful, it does my head in. How the fuck is she real? And how is she here? With me? Why? Having her tied up and folded in half like this is doing my head in. Spread apart, all for me to feast on. She is all mine. It is a thought that pushes me damn near the edge, I have to pull all my mental resilience to remain hard. Distract myself by thinking
I don't know how much time passes between my explosive climax in the bathroom to me now laying on Stephane's master bed, eager for more. Wet and pliant and ready for him. He hurried to the other room to get something and I am laying here, legs spread wide apart, lust running through my bloodstream like a drug. I have never wanted anything as much as I want him right now. He returns with a strong looking leather corded rope in his hands. Eyes glittering dangerously, he is fully naked and rock hard, his huge cock resting up against his lower belly. My mouth waters at the sight. I do love his cock. I don't know if cocks can be called pretty, but if they can, then his definitely is. He has a pretty darn great looking cock. And I know the context right now requires that I think about his cock, but I can also understand that I am doing it too much, it has become weird. "I am going to tie and bind you in a restrictive position, then I am going to fuck you till you can't think of anything.
"Wow." I say, peering up at him like I am seeing him for the first time."Wow what? All my agemates have gone bald." He says proudly, even puffing out his chest a little. "So you are actually this vain?" I giggle like a child, he switches on the overhead shower again, and angles himself so he is towering above me, shielding me from the water. Thoughtful little gestures like these that makes butterflies come alive in my stomach. "Why do you sound surprised by that? I have seen the way you look at me, if I wasn't so vain and took extra care of myself so I didn't look my age, would you be here? Would you be doing this with me knowing all that was at stake?" He smirks as he pours the delicious smelling liquid body wash down my body, eyes fixed intently on my breasts as the thick liquid runs down the middle of them. Oh God. "I guess not." I say, my voice low. He smirks. Turning me around so he can pour the liquid down my spine too. He traces his hand after it, lathering it up, chasing i
I scramble for words. I come up blank. I just stand there, watching him watch me. The water blasting away at us, everywhere. We are both completely naked, it should feel weird or vulnerable, but instead it is just normal, like this was normal and what we were. "Aleen?" He calls to me, cocking his head to the side. I can't believe the man, he has the gall to be impatient. How is this normal? Why would he want to wash my hair? Isn't that something people in a romantic relationship did together? Are we in a romantic relationship? "But why?" I ask, I have to speak louder because the hot water is fogging up the stall. He leans in close, his body engulfing mine, I gasp when my breasts touch his hard chest, our hips are only about an inch apart, I can feel his cock against my thigh. Electricity, pure electricity rambles through me, making me feel like I am about to be set on fire. And yet it is wet all around us. Water. Heat. Everything in between. "Why not." He says, not ask. I look up
Stephane clears the table and loads up the dishwasher when we finish eating. He is still in just his boxers and I can't believe how normal it seems, that I would be naked underneath his shirt and he would have on just his boxers and we would share a meal I prepared for us and he would clear the table, asking me to relax since I did the work making the meal. It is all so domestic, like we are more than two people who just wants to fuck.Well, we are, but it is one sided so technically, we are not more than just two people who only want to fuck. "I want to go take a shower, care to join me?" He asks when he comes back to the table, a mischievous smile on his face. "If I say no, will you go take the shower alone?" I volley back to him, beaming. I am full and happy and up for anything really. This is such a fun way to spend my weekends, I am almost glad to the universe that I have this opportunity to myself. But then I stop to think about all the other sinful circumstances surrounding u
Stephane pulls me into a kiss, taking the words from my lips and turning them into a sigh. He kisses me long and hard, like I wasn't just sucking him off. I am sure he can taste himself on my tongue and he doesn't seem to mind, kissing me mindless with his usual expertise, I melt in his arms. How can I not fall for him? What chances do I have? Falling for him is a force that bends my will like it is soft yielding metal. There is only so much I can do about it."You are everything." He says when he pulls back from the kiss, resting his forehead against mine, I breathe him in, refusing to open my eyes because if I do, then he will see everything I am incapable of saying. Everything I am incapable of hiding properly. So I keep them closed and smile shyly. "Thank you?" I say, and he chuckles, the humour vibrating through his body, I feel it in his chest, solid and reassuring against mine. And bare. His nipples are like pebbles against mine, hard. I am still so turned on. I want to bounc