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
"Yeah." It is about three p.m, if I leave now, I will be back in school before the sun goes down. By evening, I should be reintegrated back into school mode. Hopefully, I can leave him behind in this basement when I leave. I can't afford taking thoughts of him with me back to my life outside of here. "You don't have to leave immediately, are you mad at me?" He asks, watching me like he is searching for something in my blushing face. I avert my eyes. Hating myself for being dumb and spinning ideas and fantasies about us out of nowhere. He is clearly in this with his head screwed on tight. He is not about to jeopardize his marriage with my mother because of me. I mean nothing to him other than the sex. And now he wants to define the sex too, he wants to put restrictive boundaries about it. I don't know how I feel about being in a fucking BDSM relationship with him. I don't know if it is something I can handle without losing myself completely in him. "Actually, I do have to leave imme
"Yes." I whisper. Then with a wicked smirk, I add, "but it is okay if you don't want to. I will just get it elsewhere." The growl that escapes him is wild and animalistic, he grabs my chin and brings me close, dark eyes glittering like a wounded wild animal's, my pulse skyrocket in my neck, loud in my ears, thumping in my ribcage, my entire body trembles with delicious anticipation, a bit of fear and it is pure electricity licking up my spine. This is such a dangerous game I am playing, but I know the reward will be absolutely worth it. I can see it in his dark eyes. The way his breathing has gotten shallower. How closely our bodies are pressed together. He leans down with warning and bites the sensitive spot on my neck, I cry out, hoarse already from all the tension. His teeth is sharp and gentle and rough and hard all at the same time, fire spreads from the pain straight to my brain. Stephane's mouth is hot on my heated skin, he still has my hands pinned above my head, in total c
Stephane spanks my ass. Hard. I yelp out as the pain slices through me and then moan low and soft under my breath as pleasure follows the sensation almost immediately. "You are my perfect little nymph." Stephane leans in to growl directly into my ears. Possessive and powerful. I am transported to a point where I can't process anything else besides the pleasure. It is intense. It is overwhelming. It is almost too much. Embarrassing croaking sounds escapes my throat, deep, loud and unhinged. I arch back into his thrusts, now that they are slower, though still maintaining their intensity. Then he switches the rhythm again and I am left scrambling to hold on. Thrown into the eye of a tornado, more like. "Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes." I haven't the faintest clue what I am affirming. It just seems right. It is all I can manage.Stephane spanks me again, tight across my ass, on the same spot as before, the pain comes through again, like an anchor and the pleasure follows almost immediately after. I
Aleen POV::"Hey! Hi." I startle, seeing Charlie on her bed as I enter the room. I wasn't sneaking in or anything, but I didn't expect her to be around. She usually had her debate club meeting on Sunday evenings.She rouses from her lying position, I regret turning on the lights because she can see my face and the guilt written on it. Not to add, the evidence of what I had been up to, plastered all over my skin. I am wearing a scarf I stole from my mother's closet around my neck to hide the worst of the hickeys, but my face remains almost permanently flushed and I have learned that I can't exactly keep my eyes neutral as I hoped I did. "Aleen." She says quietly, fixing me with a gaze that I can't explain. It unsettles me slightly as I go to my bed, dropping on it gently. I kick off my shoes, knowing I should get out of my dress too but not wanting to be naked in front of Charlie, so she doesn't see the branding on my skin from Stephane. The angry faint red bruises. The shallow bite m
"Falling in love? What the hell are you talking about? It is just sex! Charlie, please. Just let me be. I know what I am doing. I promise you." I sit down because my legs have gone weak. Her words bouncing off the inside of my head repeatedly like a basketball out of control. "You can lie to yourself, but not to me, Aleen. I know you. I care about you. I love you. I have your best interests at heart. You are out of your depth here, it is dangerous and you would end up hurting people, but also yourself most especially. I don't see how this could possibly end well. You surely know that much." Charlie comes to sit beside me on the bed. This is probably our first serious fight and it isn't even a proper fight. I have none left in me. All the anger and hurt I feel towards her force feeding me the hard truth is gone. I am spiralling with the knowledge that she has dropped on me.I am falling for Stephane. It was never just sex for me. At least not as much as it is for him. ♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎Aleen'
"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
"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