"He said he tried to reach you all weekend but you weren't available. He looked worried." Charlie says. I pull my hand over my face. I hadn't been on my phone for the whole time I spent with Stephane. What does this weird flutter my heart does at the mention of Benjamin mean? What does it mean? Why am I blushing? Have I gone completely off the fucking rails? "Oh. I wasn't on my phone." I was too busy getting pounded out. Climaxing till I lost count. Huge significant orgasms that made me feel my brain's texture in my head. Insane feat. "Okay...can you get on it now and get back to him?" Charlie is insistent, standing over me, waiting. I make no move to get my bag off the floor. But when she leans down to get it, I beat her to it, knowing she would see the document and ask me questions, or worse, try to get rid of it. I am not ready for another round of arguments. "Ugh. Okay. Fine." I groan as I take the phone out, taking care to make sure she doesn't even get a glimpse of the docume
Stephane is hot and dark and irresistible and taboo. Forbidden. He somehow knows how to make me feel like I am ontop of the world when he looks at me the way only he knows how to. Stephane makes me feel things that I couldn't describe even if I had all the words in the world. There is an allure to him, a pull that makes us together feel right. Then there is the way he makes my body feel. He is an expert lover and I find that sexy on its own. Knowing that he has years of experience over me makes me feel heated and bothered. As for Benjamin, I don't know what it is I feel for him. There is some innocence to him that I don't know if I trust. Or even want. Or maybe it is because he is connected to my mother in a way. Maybe that is what discourages me. I am rebelling against her by refusing his affection. Story of my life. Self sabotage to spite my mother and then she just continues living her life without a care in the world about me and my bleeding heart. "C'mon, Aleen. Go on a date wi
"No." I push past her, I already have a sensible dress picked out, an old red dress I have had since high school. I don't remember the occasion I bought it for, but it is the perfect line between modest and sexy. Knee length, deep bust line and long sleeved, the waist is cinched in and it is outlined with a simple yet intricate embroidery design. It is cute. I wouldn't wear it to meet Stephane. I would wear the sheer backless dress Charlie is pushing on me. Oh God. I need to stop doing this. Why am I thinking about him when I am going to meet another man? What is wrong with me? What did he do to me in that basement? Something to do with the orgasms, I am sure. I did admit they were mind bending."Fine. Suit yourself." Charlie goes to sit on her bed with a huff and a pout. I don't spare her any attention as I go about dressing up, I have about thirty minutes before Benjamin arrives to pick me up. I didn't ask if he had a car, he offered to come get me and I happily obliged. I smooth
"Darling?" "Uh...sorry, what?" I am so fucking out of it. I blink at her, fork halfway to my mouth, I have been mindlessly stuffing my face, paying little attention to what she is saying."Are you okay, darling? You seem pretty distracted. What is the matter?" Christine drops her fork and fixes me with an interested look. I look away from her gaze, feeling hot under my skin. I am a terrible liar, but somehow people don't believe that about me because I learnt quite early in life and business, that a great poker face will save your life and money. So it is something I do without even thinking about it much. Deep down, I am losing my shit. There is no way Christine would know, even though she had come dangerously close when she came down to the basement unannounced, but there is no way for her to know what I am doing with her daughter. It is not much comfort regardless. "Oh. Nothing. Really. I guess I am just stressed." I give her a small smile, I can't tell if she buys it or not. So
Thankfully, Christine doesn't push it. We eat our dinner in silence, the inside of my head is loud though, but I go through it, quietly. A few hours pass, and I am in bed, Christine is in the bathroom preparing to turn in for the night. She spends almost an hour in there every night, with all the skincare and whatnot she gets up to, so she doesn't look her age. I guess it works since she really doesn't look her age. As if on impulse, I get out of bed, throw on my clothes quickly and I am grabbing my car keys when Christine comes out of the bathroom, surprised to see me fully dressed again."What is the matter?" She asks me, wide eyed. Her hair is brushed, shiny and silky, hanging down to her waist. I used to take one look at her looking like this and find myself incredibly turned on. But right now, all I can see is Aleen with Benjamin. It is not a great picture, it makes my heart go fast. My mind is blank. "Sorry, I have an emergency. I need to quickly check in at the office. Don't
She drops the menu for us both, carefully so as not to tamper with the elaborate candles and cutlery on the table. Then she leaves, soundlessly even though she has heels on. I pick up the menu, catching Benjamin's eyes linger on me before he does the same. There is undeniable heat behind those eyes, but it doesn't set me on fire the way one particular pair of dark eyes does. I scan the menu, the cheapest thing is about two hundred dollars, for an appetizer. Something occurs to me then. The only thing I know about Benjamin is that he is also a student like me, and is related to a friend of my mother. I don't know his financial situation, though judging by his car, I can say he is comfortable. Maybe he has supportive middle class parents. But then that doesn't justify this expensive date. His talk about eating whatever I want because the date is covered earlier runs through my head. "Wait. What do you mean by the date is taken care of? Are you saying you won't be the one paying for
"Oh." I whisper, unable to think up anything else to say. Estella approaches our table and I have never been more glad for the presence of someone. She saves the awkwardness as she drops in on us, cheery smile plastered on her face. "Here is your wine. Did you guys make a decision about what you wanted on the menu?" She asks, she gestures at both of us at the same time asking if she should open the wine, I don't know how she does it."Thank you." I nod at her as she pours the wine for both of us. Me first, then Benjamin. I can't tell if it is a strategy of hers to ensure she gets a huge tip, paying extra attention to the woman instead of the guy, I can't figure it out. Or maybe she knows I'm Christine's daughter. I guess that is more plausible. She finishes pouring the wine and steps back, waiting for the menus. I am suddenly very interested in choosing something to eat. Anything to stall the conversation Benjamin started. If he notices the awkwardness, he doesn't comment on it. A
Aleen's POV::"What are you doing here?" My voice is small and shaky, I look around, there aren't many people around and Stephane is doing a great job blending into the dark shade the huge oak tree in front of the building provides. If anyone was watching me from the reception area, they would think I was talking to myself. Which would be better than seeing who I am talking to. Knowing who he is. I am being paranoid, of course. This is college. Nobody gives a shit. "That is all you have to say?" I see the outline of his head cocking to the right, I can't see his face from here but I can smell him. Overpowering, it makes me burn beneath my skin. My pulse is racing, and my mouth has gone dry. I can't make sense of anything. I just feel a sense of vindication at being proven right that I wasn't losing my mind, conjuring him up out of thin air. That was really him at the restaurant earlier. If he was there then, and here now, does that mean he had been following us? Watching Benjamin and
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