"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
"Perfect. Unreal." He whispers again, his deep baritone is reverent and it sends chills down my spine that feels like both fire and ice. This is all almost too much. Stephane slids a finger inside me, I am soaking wet and the friction or lack thereof is something that elicits so much pleasure in some deep parts of my brain that I let rip a loud moan, "fuck! Stephane. Daddy. Daddy." I am breathing hard and my eyes are unfocused as I try to catch my breath and remain present. I don't want to give in and yet I want to. The storm is swirling out of control in the pit of my stomach. It is inevitable but I want to last in spite of it, I want to remain here in this state of complete euphoria. I imagine that this must be what addicts feel when they get their hit. This pure state of being where not a single negative thought can seep into your consciousness. I can understand how people get addicted. This feels so good, I want to cry because of it. When he adds a second finger, deep all at on
"Aleen." He says watching me as I take my seat at the dinner table, it feels stupid to have this duvet wrapped around me at the dinner table. If my mother could see me right now, she would probably burst a blood vessel chastising me on basic etiquettes. Fuck. My mother. I guess she would be doing more than throwing a tantrum at the fact that I am naked at dinner, or that I was going to eat greasy food at three in the morning. I am fucking her husband. My stepfather. He has done something irreversible to my brain chemistry with the way he makes me come. The way we fit perfectly when he is inside me. The sinful taboo of it all is the drug. And it is quite addictive. I don't stand a chance. There is a part of me that feels guilty. That feels ashamed and terrified of being found out. The problem is that that part is so small. Almost insignificant. I look up into his dark eyes, and I am weak. I lose my resolve. The way he looks at me casually sets my soul on fire. My eyes trace down his
His cock swells on my tongue, filling up my mouth as he goes rock hard, delicious and powerful, I push him down my throat till he is all the way in, Stephane jerks on the chair, trying to gain some kind of control but I wouldn't let him, I keep him deep, my throat closing around his sensitive tip as I work my tongue on him, saliva pooling in my mouth and dripping down my chin. My gag reflex kicks in slowly, I pull him out slowly and he exhales like he has been holding it in. When I look up, I see a confusing look of total admiration and awe on his face, it only buoys me to do more, to take him again. I work both hands around his length, stroking slow and hard, alternating between both as I press my tongue to his tip, sucking enthusiastically. It is all animal instincts as I pleasure him without a care or thought. My clit throbs, the more I suck him off. The more he moans, grunts and growls his pleasure, the wetter I get. I slip a hand down and start rubbing my clit, sucking him harde
Stephane POV::I am wild and uninhibited, almost animalistic as I bury myself deep inside Aleen's perfect pussy. She creams around my cock and the visual is enough to bring me to my knees, I dig deep and let her fierce warmth swallow me up. The sensation is like having electricity pass through me multiple times. Making me feel like I am on top of the world, her moans and whimpering buoying me to heights never before reached. There was something about her demand to be fucked hard that made something irreversible snap within me. I can't believe I edged myself with this for most of the night. But I am glad I did, because I am less sensitive and can last as long as I want, and she is open, relaxed and receiving as I stroke her with sharp jerks of my hips, sinking into her soft warm body. I nip her neck, biting into the skin savagely, Aleen cries out and digs her skin into my back, I pull out of her till I reach the tip, she holds her breath, and when I slam back inside her, her moan of
Aleen POV::I am on fire. Everywhere. Insatiable. Choked full with lust. White hot and blinding. I stop grinding when I know I am about to tip over the edge. Stephane's breathing gets shallower and shallower, desperate little whimpers escaping him that gives me such an ego boost that my leg muscles refuse to tire out. I adjust again, sinking down into him completely, till I feel the tip of his cock deep inside so that I can't even breath around his thickness stretching me out. With my eyes shut tight, I try to catch my breath. There is a bead of sweat on my forehead despite the fact that the room is air-conditioned. "You feel so good inside me, daddy. I want to be like this all the time." I tell him, knowing it is the truth. He feels too fucking good inside me like this. "My little nymph. You are perfect." He says, leaning forward to take my mouth in a searing kiss that only makes me flood around him and throb for more. I start bouncing, slowly, the angle is sharp and overwhelming,
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