"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
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
"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
"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