"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::"Go through that contract, take your time. Only make your decision after you are absolutely certain it is what you want for yourself, Aleen." Stephane tells me. We are having breakfast, though it is technically brunch as we both woke up late, the spiral bound paper placed in the middle of the dinning table. My pulse falters and my mouth goes dry, I stall by taking a drink of my iced cold water. Stephane made us toasts, eggs, bacon, baked beans, sausages, it is a full spread. And I am halfway through devouring everything. I woke up starving. "Is this really necessary?" I ask, clearing my throat. It occurs to me that I might not really know what I mean to him. What this thing we are doing hidden away in his basement apartment, with my mother, his wife, upstairs, oblivious to the taboo we are indulging in. He is older and hence more sensible and less given to being irrational. I am the crazy one here. I can't decide how I feel about it. He is making things official between
Stephane Pov:: "I have my ways." I tell her. The smirk on her face only spreads, lighting up her eyes with dangerous mischief. I am afraid I have driven myself into a hole. Here I am, talking about detaching emotions from this thing we have going on, and yet I am doing just that. I can't hide the feelings of jealousy and possessiveness that unfurls in my chest at the idea of Aleen spending time with Benjamin or any other guy. Younger guys her age. Men she can have something more solid with and society will not bat an eye over. The rational side of me knows that it is probably for the best that she has someone else. But the irrational side hates the very idea with an intensity that is so conflicting. "Stephane, are you jealous?" The little nymph asks me, the sly smirk on her face makes me want to do things to her that will have her begging for more. "Answer the question, Aleen." I tell her. "Answer mine too." "I asked you first." I grumble, getting angsty. I can't believe I conv
Aleen POV::My heart stops. I stare at the shattered ceramic cup on the floor in horror, the black coffee spreading on the porcelain floor. I had tried to move in a hurry and knocked it down by mistake. I hear my mother ask Stephane if he had a guest and the silence that follows the question is so awful, it rings loudly in my ears. I can't believe how close we are to being discovered. She just has to walk into the kitchen right now and see me sitting here, wrapped up in a duvet, naked underneath, the sin written clearly on my face, the hickeys on my neck, the flush of my skin, the haphazard pattern my hair is set. There is literally nothing I can say to redeem the situation. For all she knows, I am in school, building a whirlwind romance with Benjamin. Innocent and cute. Not here. With her husband. In this basement. "No. You know I don't have guests down here. I think I set a glass too close to an edge or something. I will clean up the mess later. Don't worry about it." Stephane rep
"I know that tone, darling." She says, her voice is louder, closer. "What tone?" Stephane asks in his jovial tone. "You don't like the idea of it. But that is okay. I don't mind. Come see me out, I don't want to be late." And then she is gone. I remain where I am seated, unwilling or unable to move. I have a lot of emotions running through me, and I can't make sense of any of them. I still feel the residual adrenaline induced dread from earlier. And simmering underneath it is a darker feeling. One of envy and possessiveness. I can't make sense of it but something within me wants to make Stephane mine. Completely. I want him to be the way he was with my mother, with me. It is an absolutely unhinged feeling. I almost don't recognise myself."Aleen." And there he is by the door, leaning against it and pinning me with that feral look in his eyes. I get up, walk towards him with quick determined strides and then I am pulling him down to meet my opened mouth, kissing him like I have lo
"Here, have some water." My mother hands me the bottle of water where I am crouched, hands on my knees, tears in my eyes from the relentless coughing. It is like everything within me is rebelling against that piece of information. Fighting against it. Rejecting it. I take the bottle and I chug the contents greedily. She returns to her chair and watches me quietly as I take in deep breaths to calm my racing heart. No matter how many times I take a deep breath, or how hard I do it, I am afraid I might never calm down. Maybe I misheard. Maybe my mother is messing with me. Maybe I am actually stuck in a nightmare right now and I need to wake up. "Sorry. I guess I startled you? My reaction was milder in comparison. I just came apart. Right there on our bedroom floor. The man I loved and have loved for years. He not only admitted to cheating. He also claimed he loved her. She is not just some slut to make him feel young and whatever else reasons men his age go after younger girls. He act
"Hi Charlie dear." My mother quickly covers her face again with her glasses when she sees Charlie in the room. "Hi, Christine! So good to see you!" Charlie's voice is pitched high and I wince at her too obvious attempt at seeming normal. My mother doesn't sense anything, her head is elsewhere as she goes to sit quietly at my desk, crossing her legs elegantly. Charlie gives us both a conflicted look, she doesn't know whether to give us privacy, or to stay back and protect me if the need arises. I give her a small shake of my head. I am terrified out of my mind, and confused at the same time, but I can handle myself. Christine doesn't know anything about Stephane and I. That single thought gives me some confidence. Doesn't help with the guilt, but it is something I can straighten my spine off of. Today is not my day of reckoning. Charlie excuses herself and my mother and I fall into a silence that is too loud in my pulse. I don't sit next to her or opposite her, I can't stand the di
"What?" I manage to ask when she doesn't respond immediately."We are separating. Taking some time apart." She says, clearing her throat, thinking I didn't hear her clearer. "Oh." I don't know what to think or say. Is this what I wanted? I don't even know. I don't know anything anymore. But I do know the unmistakable heartache in her voice that she doesn't bother hiding from me. "Are you around?" She asks, startling me with the sudden change in her tone. "What?" "Are you in school? I want to see you." She says and the earth shifts beneath my feet. She knows. She knows. I am fucked. I am so fucked. "Why?" I whisper, feeling my chest go tight. The climbing anxiety attack threatens to have me passed out. I can't stave it off. It creeps up consistently so that my vision starts blurring. "What do you mean why? I just told you, I want to see you. Is that so bad?" My mother whines. I am too soaked in my anxiety that I don't bother wondering why she doesn't sound angry. She should be an
I flinch away from her like her words are a sharp knife wielded at me. "Aleen, did you fall in love with him?" She scoots closer to get a better look at me. I can't hide from her. "Oh my God." She gasps, seemingly gleaming the truth from my silence. "Well, now you know." I sigh, feeling suddenly tired. I was overwhelmed with my feelings. I lay back on the bed, but I don't cover my face with the duvet. There is nothing to hide now. I am bared open to her. At least the judgment will stop now. She thought I was just being reckless messing around with him, but now she knows better. "Oh my God. I did try to warn you that this would happen, Aleen." Charlie says, though her tone is careful, I still feel a flare of irritation. "Charlie. Please. I can't do this now. I know I fucked up. I feel terrible. I have laid here all week, feeling like shit. I know I have crossed all the lines. I know all these and more. Please, don't add to my anguish. There is nothing you want to say now that I ha
Aleen POV:It is Friday morning, I have spent the whole week in a dazed trance. Hovering between extreme emotions of guilt and rage and withdrawal too. My only anchor was Charlie, she helped me as best as she could, which only made me feel worse because even though she doesn't say it, I could tell she wanted to rub it in my face so bad. She didn't have the full details of how my visit with my mother went since she excused us and I didn't tell her anything, she didn't ask too. But she saw me unravel in the aftermath of it. I came undone, letting out years of bottled rage I felt at my mother. I was only able to let go because of the guilt I felt. She seemed so lost when she was talking about Stephane cheating on her. It was the closest we have ever been and I know I immediately shut her down, I still couldn't shake the feeling of awfulness that enveloped me, knowing I was responsible for what she was going through. My mother has a lot of pride and it humbled me, seeing her come to m
"What are you doing?" I narrow my eyes at her, I am not really angry, but I need to scare her a little if it will help snap her out of her crazed raging trance. I didn't sign up for this when I married her. I have never been one for drama. I know I might seem very fucking hypocritical with that line of reasoning, but it is the truth, I didn't sign up for this. "You are not leaving until you tell me who the fuck she is!" Christine is unafraid. She stands her ground, barricading the door with her body. I wonder if she is not cold, standing half naked in her underwear in the cold room. But she looks determined. "I will say it once, Christine and I will not repeat myself..." I start, leaning down to grab her shoulders and stare directly into her eyes, it is easy to put up this front now because I have managed to tuck my guilt neatly deep down, so far down, I am able to even work up an anger about the way she is behaving, "There is no one. I am sorry I was unreachable for the whole weeke
"What? What are you doing?" I am beyond horrified at this point, I grab her hands and try to free myself from her grip, they are surprisingly vice like. Unyielding. "Who is she! Who is she! Who is she!" Christine yells in my face repeatedly like she is in a crazed trance and can only repeat her mantra. I tug hard and free myself from her, I take several steps back, truly scared she might try to lunge for me again and either hurt herself or me. I have never seen her like this. It is such a transformation from the woman I know. But can I even blame her? I drove her here. "Who is she! Stephane, answer me! Who is she!" She continues screaming, coming towards me, I am far from the door, I have no choice but to back up further into the room, feeling cornered. "Christine. Calm down. I don't understand what you are talking about." I try to speak calmly, to restore some normalcy into our bedroom. The wildness in Christine's eyes worries me more than it scares me. It is truly unsettling. "
"Oh." I say. I feel the gulf between us widen, suddenly very aware of the fact that she is not holding me back, not returning the embrace. I take a cautious step back from her, my heart beating loudly in my ears, it is deafening and drowns out everything else. This is it. She knows. I am fucked. In this awful moment, what I feel is a shallow sense of relief. It is bitter and wrong, but it is there, creeping up on me slowly. Relief that I don't have to hide like this anymore and lie and lie my way past a line I can't come back from. As if I haven't already crossed that damn line long ago. As if I wasn't unredeemable at this point. "She is the same." She sighs sadly.I do a double take. Maybe I misheard? My heart is definitely beating loud enough to drown out sound. But I heard her and she is not yelling and throwing things at me in blind rage yet. Or whatever reaction Christine might give if she finds out what I am doing with her daughter. Christine might be a loud socialite, but in
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