"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
"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
"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