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
Stephane POV::I have to rip myself away from Aleen before I lose my control. Her soft lips are enchanting and it is hard to remember what I want when she is kissing me like that. All breathy and clingy like she couldn't get enough of me. I pull her hand away from my chest, cover it in mine and direct her to the post. Her face is flushed and her eyes are wide with lust and it is all I can do not to grab her and set her right in the middle of my bed and fuck her till I lose myself inside her sweet tight cunt. But no. I have plans for her and I know the pleasure it would give me would greatly rival just the bare vanilla fucking we did earlier. "I am going to tie you to this post and make your body sing." I tell her, her cheeks blush bright in response and I lean in to kiss her neck. I can't resist the pull. Part of my pleasure is in telling her what I want to do to her and having her consent to them. It drives me to ecstasy when she submits so naturally. I pull back to get the pink c
Aleen POV::Fuck. Fuck. That was so hot. Fuck. My pussy is dripping wet, I know my underwear is a soggy mess with all the juices I produced from watching Stephane pleasure himself. He is such a thing of beauty, I could hardly look away even if he didn't command me not to. His eyes are shut tightly and his release line the floor in front of him, so powerful, it trails a line at least ten feet away from him. I remember how that felt inside of me earlier today, or was that yesterday? Who cares? His musk rends the air and I dart my tongue out to taste it, powerless against his charm. My body shivers at the anticipation of what he has in store for me. This kind of game is something I am not used to. The whole dark BDSM thing is not something I have ventured into before. Mostly for lack of opportunity. And now. Now, the opportunity presents itself to me and it is with someone I can't have. Someone who was taboo to me. My stepfather. The universe definitely has a wicked sense of humour. "S
"You have to keep it down, Princess. We are only just getting started." Stephane whispers against my skin, I look down like I can see him, I am still blindfolded but I sense him so acutely, it is like I can see him down there, shrouded in shadows in between my thighs. My chest is heaving along with my fast heartbeat, the breaths escape my lips in airy gasps, I know he is looking up at me too. Savouring the moment. Taking his sweet time. My legs are weak. And they wobble. Embarrassingly. I can just tell that he has a wicked smirk on his impossibly handsome face. "Stephane." I whisper. It is all I can say in response. My brain feels scrambled by the onslaught of unrelenting pleasure his expert tongue worked into my throbbing clit. I have never been this exposed and utterly vulnerable with anybody before. He is kissing parts of me that are directly connected to my soul. I knew this was dangerous from the jump, but the level of danger has now spiked to new highs. Because I realise, thr
The onslaught of pleasure from the vibrator humming away along the extra sensitive skin of my ass cheeks makes me moan and writhe in place, helplessly. I tug at the cuffs holding me in place, no respite, no release. Stephane gets up, he trails the vibrator up my spine, the pressure is still kept at the minimum so it is a quiet hum along my skin, and yet goosebumps break out all over my skin, dotting every inch. Stephane doesn't pause, doesn't even flinch when I try to jerk away from the vibrator touching my skin. "Let's get this off." He purrs behind me, his hands goes into the hook of my bra and with a practiced flick of his fingers, he unhooks it and the bra falls away. My nipples are hard already so when he brings the vibrator to my chest, standing close behind me that I feel his erection with my bare ass cheeks, my mouth falls open with a weakened moan under my breath.It is a wand vibrator with a numb nozzle and Stephane trails it up my ribcage, slowly, torturously, I draw in a
Stephane POV:: "Ugh. You are so fucking tight." I grunt, stilling deep inside her hot slick pussy. Her walls clench fiercely around my length and I have to shut my eyes tight to focus on not combusting. It is far too soon for that. Aleen tries to move her hips, I grab her by the waist, digging my nails into her soft skin, "don't. Don't move. Not yet." I gasp. Breathless. I have had to go through as much pleasure as I was giving her while she was blindfolded. I am filled to the brim with the tension of it. I am both glad and sad that she called the safe word. Glad because I couldn't go farther anymore without needing to bury my throbbing aching raging cock inside her. Sad because I really wasn't even halfway through what I wanted to do to her. Add the fact that tonight is supposedly our only time together, and it burns. Aleen is returning to college in the morning and I have to screw my head on tight and forget her. I don't want to think about how improbable that was. Not rig
Aleen POV::"You look different this morning, Aleen." My mother observes, narrowing her eyes at me from across the table where we are all gathered for brunch in the main foyer of the mansion. When I say all, I mean everybody. Apparently, most of the guests from yesterday's wedding are still around, people I did not bother remembering their names or faces. Except for one. The guy I danced with last night before Stephane came to yank us apart. I still didn't know his name but his face is hard to forget. He looks even more handsome in broad daylight. He has an innocent looking kind of handsomeness that makes him look almost boyish. He is seated four seats ahead of me on the opposite row and our eyes have met thrice now, the first time, he smiled at me, I couldn't return it. "Doesn't she?" Christine asks Stephane beside her when I don't give her any reply. I swallow, knowing he is now staring at me. I have to focus hard internally so a blush doesn't give me away. "Yes, she does look di
"Do you want me to?" He replies. The knock comes again and I stare at him, my wide eyes asking the obvious question."Is there an alternative?" I can't see one. He can't just drive off, that would be highly suspicious. Though, looking at him, I don't think he minds. "Okay. You might want to stay out of view." He tells me. I know what that means, I look properly fucked. Blushing, I lean back on my seat, out of view as he turns to roll down his window by a slit. "You have been parked for longer than visiting hours, sir." An authoritative voice says as soon as the window rolls down. I vaguely recognise it as the voice of one of the security men that are on night duty for the residential area. I don't know them because I am rarely out and about late at night, but I come across them early in the morning returning from the library. "Oh. I was just leaving. Thank you." Stephane replies, his tone is relaxed and polite. And then the window rolls back up, he starts the car and is driving ou
"Fuck. Aleen. Fuck. You will be the end of me. I am close. You are so tight. So fucking perfect. Fuck." Stephane growls, his mouth is hot against my neck, he increases the pace as he pulls back to look in my eyes.I remember vaguely that he wants me to watch him come, my eyes flit closed but I hold them open, excited for the challenge. I see it happening even as my own rapture races up to catch me. His thrusts becomes violent, uncoordinated and almost desperate, stroking deep into me as I moan gibberish, breathing hard in sync with him.I reach the finish line first, screaming loudly, hoarsely as the orgasm takes over my body, it is more intense than the first one, and I flail over the edge. My body jerks violently as I crash, not even trying to gain control of any kind, I just let go, the fiery warmth spreading throughout my core. Then, because I want to watch him too, even in this moment of intense pleasure climax.I open my eyes a slit, see him smirk a little like he was waiting fo
"Fuck.""Fuck." We both moan. At the same time. His head is thrown back, eyes shut tight, mine is open only a fraction. The space between us feels like a universe of its own. Small and all encompassing. Then I start moving, simply because I can't remain still, he is like a volcano inside me, I have to move to accommodate him, I feel like I am choked full on him, it is wickedly delicious. I flex my hips, grinding slowly, taking him in and out, slowly, gently, my walls constrict around him and he moans out loud, a deeply sexy baritone that sounds like it is coming from somewhere untouched and unexplored. I feel flattered. I always do when we get together like this. It is incredibly ego boosting to have him like this, moaning unrestricted, his pleasure apparent on his handsome face. His grip on my hips tighten and I start moving faster, bouncing up and down instead of grinding, my knees are not made for this but I am determined. If only to hear him make those sounds. His fingers dig i
"You are so beautiful when you come, Aleen." Stephane whispers against my hair, his hand strokes my back, calming me down from my high. I like that he always calls me by my name. There is something about the way he says it, the pronunciation of the two syllables with an emphasis on the first syllable. He makes it sound like something exquisite and it makes me feel like something exquisite. Warmth unfurls in my core and spreads, lingering everywhere. "Yeah? I want to see you too." I lift my body up to look in his eyes, they widen slightly and then cloud over as he gets what I mean. I fumble behind me for his pants buttons. I am so turned on. I just came and yet I want more. I want him inside me. And I want him now. "I think you already do." He smirks. He is right, I know what he looks like when he comes. Glorious is the word. It is like watching a greek god show an hint of emotion. He cracks open like the best present. A reward. It is intoxicating. He allows himself feel it thoroug
"No, Aleen. I don't want to." He leans forward and bites my neck, grazing his sharp canines along the sensitive skin, I inhale sharply, feeling heat spread to my brain, overtaking common sense and rationality. We are going to do this. Here. Right now. I am going to fuck him, right in front of the Rez. Anyone could come knock on the car door, wondering why a luxurious tinted car was parked in front of a female student residential building. And I don't care. I am past caring. If I don't have him now, I might lose my mind from the want of it. "Just you. Just you, Aleen." He growls against my lips before taking them in a searing kiss, I go blind from the impact. Actually, no, I just close my eyes tight."Oh yeah?" I whisper into his mouth, he sucks on my tongue, rendering me hot and speechless. "I want to fuck you in a million different ways. I want to memorise your body and all the ways I could make it tick. I want to fuck you hard and slow and raw and madly. I have plans for you, if
"I said I don't like to share too. You don't like the idea of Benjamin and I together, I also hate the idea of you going to bed with my mother." I don't know where the insane confidence is coming from but I appreciate it. "Oh, Aleen." There is a trace of a smirk on his face as he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ears, his hand is huge against my face, with thick visible veins. I swallow, I know he can see how turned on I am by him, but he is enjoying me like this. Jealous and bitchy. "What?" I ask, sounding a tad bit defensive. "Are you jealous?" He asks, he runs his tongue across his lower lip and I can't take my eyes off him, then I look up to his eyes and see the glee in their dark depths and I pull back from him, suddenly annoyed and yes, very jealous. Extremely, foolishly, uncontrollably so. "I am not. I am just saying. It is not fair. You get to play this role and I get what? My mother's leftovers?" I snap, biting my tongue too late. After I already spilled the ugly words
"Tell me, Aleen. I want to hear you say it." I lean in to whisper into her ears, she shudders, I breath her in, going heady with her scent. I am intoxicated on her and I didn't even know it was happening. "I can't." She whispers, her voice is raspy and low. "Why not? You just said it." I pull back to look into her eyes, they are wet now, her lips are open slightly and the expression on her gorgeous face is one I have seen before. One that sets my blood on fire for her. Wanting her in a way that was both vital and destructive. Wanting to make her mine. Completely and irrevocably. "I don't regret us. I am afraid to admit that out loud because then, what does that make me? What kind of person am I if I don't regret or feel bad about this?" My poor girl. She looks properly tortured over it. She is pure and I underestimated how much this would weigh on her conscience. I caress her chin gently. Keeping my eyes on hers."You are not a bad person for listening to your body, Aleen. Lust an
"So. You did what you threatened to do." He adds, not taking his eyes off me. All the remaining air in my lungs rush out of me. "Uh, no. Actually, yes. But no. I didn't plan for this." I hate that I stutter and sound absolutely stupid. But nothing changes in his icy eyes, either humour or concern. He just fixes me with that unblinking gaze that makes me feel things I shouldn't. "That doesn't do anything to make me feel less of what I currently feel." He says, his baritone is still rough, he yields it like a lash across my skin. Sharp and cold. "And what is it you feel?" I brave a glance into his eyes. They are like a pair of dark bottomless pits. "Rage. Aleen. I told you, I didn't share. And I had to watch you kiss him. Aleen, what I feel right now, is beyond words but rage comes close to describing it." His voice has gone even lower, more dangerous. I swallow and the unfounded urge to get out of the car and run away comes to me, so strong, I have to shake my head to free the thou
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