"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
Thankfully, Christine doesn't push it. We eat our dinner in silence, the inside of my head is loud though, but I go through it, quietly. A few hours pass, and I am in bed, Christine is in the bathroom preparing to turn in for the night. She spends almost an hour in there every night, with all the skincare and whatnot she gets up to, so she doesn't look her age. I guess it works since she really doesn't look her age. As if on impulse, I get out of bed, throw on my clothes quickly and I am grabbing my car keys when Christine comes out of the bathroom, surprised to see me fully dressed again."What is the matter?" She asks me, wide eyed. Her hair is brushed, shiny and silky, hanging down to her waist. I used to take one look at her looking like this and find myself incredibly turned on. But right now, all I can see is Aleen with Benjamin. It is not a great picture, it makes my heart go fast. My mind is blank. "Sorry, I have an emergency. I need to quickly check in at the office. Don't
She drops the menu for us both, carefully so as not to tamper with the elaborate candles and cutlery on the table. Then she leaves, soundlessly even though she has heels on. I pick up the menu, catching Benjamin's eyes linger on me before he does the same. There is undeniable heat behind those eyes, but it doesn't set me on fire the way one particular pair of dark eyes does. I scan the menu, the cheapest thing is about two hundred dollars, for an appetizer. Something occurs to me then. The only thing I know about Benjamin is that he is also a student like me, and is related to a friend of my mother. I don't know his financial situation, though judging by his car, I can say he is comfortable. Maybe he has supportive middle class parents. But then that doesn't justify this expensive date. His talk about eating whatever I want because the date is covered earlier runs through my head. "Wait. What do you mean by the date is taken care of? Are you saying you won't be the one paying for
"Oh." I whisper, unable to think up anything else to say. Estella approaches our table and I have never been more glad for the presence of someone. She saves the awkwardness as she drops in on us, cheery smile plastered on her face. "Here is your wine. Did you guys make a decision about what you wanted on the menu?" She asks, she gestures at both of us at the same time asking if she should open the wine, I don't know how she does it."Thank you." I nod at her as she pours the wine for both of us. Me first, then Benjamin. I can't tell if it is a strategy of hers to ensure she gets a huge tip, paying extra attention to the woman instead of the guy, I can't figure it out. Or maybe she knows I'm Christine's daughter. I guess that is more plausible. She finishes pouring the wine and steps back, waiting for the menus. I am suddenly very interested in choosing something to eat. Anything to stall the conversation Benjamin started. If he notices the awkwardness, he doesn't comment on it. A
Aleen POV::I should snap out of it. Of course, he has done this before. How else would he be so knowledgeable and comfortable about it? I am not dumb. He is an older matured man with his kinks. That is okay. I am not judging. But the questions pour in and I can't help myself."With Christine?" I ask with wide eyes. I don't know if I can continue with this if he does this with my mother. I couldn't look her in the eyes knowing this about her. Oh my gosh, I sound like a total hypocrite right now. But it is what it is. I had been doing this with Stephane so far under the impression that I was special to him, if it turns out not to be the case, I don't know if I would be able to live with the heartbreak. "Oh. No. No. Christine is not into this." He says, eyes on me. Honest and open. "What?" I don't know how to take his response. My stomach does a nervous flip, I feel like I am ruining our moment, but I also believe and trust him when he said I could ask and talk about anything with him
Stephane POV::When Aleen steps out of the bathroom in the sheer lacy purple lingerie I got for her, my breath leaves me and all the blood rushes southwards. My God, is she is stunning. The purple matches her skin tone perfectly, making her appear like royalty. An ethereal princess. Rightfully, because that was how I viewed her. From the beginning. There was something royal about her ethereal beauty. The top of the lingerie is tiny, covering her breasts sparingly, so there is a lot of flesh to see, white milky skin beckoning for my kisses. The bodice of the lingerie is cut like a corset, cinching in her tiny waist so she looks like the perfect figure eight. The bottom part of the lingerie is a tiny underwear, with silky garters on her slender curvy thighs. Complete with the stocking that reaches her upper thigh, she is a vision to behold. It gives me an ego boost, knowing that I picked the perfect lingerie even though it has been years since I last did it. I still got it and she is
I can't seem to find a comfortable way to keep my body from flying off the edge, my legs flail over his back and shoulders, my toes are curled almost painfully, my back is sinking into the soft cushioned back of the expensive leather chair, and the sounds escaping my lips are embarrassing and raw. He is eating into my very soul. I don't know how to tell him that so I just call his name over and over again, my moan is strained and choking, quiet and low and high pitched. Everything all at once. It is beyond overwhelming. I feel like livewire. An hairsbreadth from sparking and becoming something beautiful and explosive. I didn't know this could feel like this. That anyone could make you feel like this because of sex. I wasn't a virgin when we got together, I had had some really mediocre sexual experiences, but with Stephane, it felt like I got an upgrade from nowhere and I didn't know what to do with it or how to even take it."Stephane. Stephane. Stephane." "Hm. You taste so good."
"I signed the contract." I blurt out just when it felt like I might combust if I don't say anything in the heavy silence that follows his vulgar confession about what he spent his week doing. The sensible thing to do was probably to tell him I couldn't stop thinking about him too, but I couldn't because I was shy. I am always inexplicably shy when he speaks so openly about his attraction to me. I can't explain it. "I know." He gives me a cocky smirk, eyes trained on me like a predator stalking prey. Of course he knows. Why else would I be here? I signed the contract on the ride here. I read it more than thrice. And I did some research online, according to which I realised that Stephane's contract is considered a bit lenient. I am not at his beck and call like other Doms expect their Subs to be. I think it is because I am a student who has to share my time between my studies and him, his thoughtfulness warmed my heart. We are only to meet during the weekend. Friday night to Sunday n
Somehow, I manage to focus on the food. Stephane eyes stay on my every move, but instead of the heated intensity that unsettles me so much, it is a gentle form of interest, like I am some precious little gem of his. I glow inwardly, unable to keep the blush off my face. I am in trouble, all right. But this is the kind you plunge right into without thinking. "How was your week, Aleen?" Stephane clears his throat, taking a sip of his red wine. I like how he says my name a little too much. It is intoxicating, the way he enunciates the syllables. And he always says it the exact same way, I like that he doesn't call me by endearments, though I doubt I would have any issues with that. Imagine being called baby by Stephane, my insides would melt. "It was okay." I say, clearing my throat too, to clear my head of the criminal thoughts I can't seem to keep away when I am with him. I reach for my glass of wine, taking a small sip, I am already too hot from just sitting across from him and shar
I am the only one in the transparent glass elevator as it breezes straight up to the penthouse. It is past seven p.m, I left school at past six. Stephane sent me a chauffeur in a luxurious electric car. I feel like I am in a dream. Like if I closed my eyes and pinched my skin, I would snap awake. And all these would have been a cruel prank played by my subconscious. For each floor the elevator breezes past, I feel electricity sizzle beneath my skin. My stomach is in a painfully tight cord of nerves, I am beyond anxious, I keep forgetting to breath. Why am I so nervous? It is just Stephane. This is not our first time. I didn't even feel half this much nerves when I was going to meet him in his basement apartment in my mother's home. Fearless and reckless as hell. At least, we are assured complete privacy in this penthouse. The chances of my mother coming here unannounced are zero. Like literally. She would have to go through the airtight security at reception, but then I am not sure
Aleen POV::Turns out that I grossly underestimated how miserable my daily life was about to get after my lie to Charlie on Sunday night. It is mid-day on an averagely cool Friday and I am this close to screaming my confession at her. Pulling my hair whilst at it. She wouldn't stop talking about Benjamin or trying to get me to tell her about how our first date ended with us having sex. She wants to know everything and wouldn't take all the hints I drop about not wanting to talk about it. And then Benjamin himself keeps texting me. I reply politely but he doesn't get the hint. I don't know how else to discourage him from pursuing me. Actually, I do know, it is just now really complicated because I have to deconstruct my lie to Charlie and have to deal with the fallout from that first. Something I am not interested in right now. The more time that passes, the harder it gets to just tell her the truth. "What are your plans for the weekend?" Charlie asks, startling me. She cocks her hea
Stephane POV::I debate with myself quickly if I should return to bed with Christine or just go sleep in my basement apartment. It is almost three a.m, she must be fast asleep already, so I decide to sneak into bed with her and if she asks when I came back in the morning, I could lie about the time. There is a silly bounce to my step as I make my way through the huge empty house. I reach our room, Christine had turned off the lights and is settled under the duvets, fast asleep, low quiet snores escaping her form on the bed. I decide to go take a quick shower, just so I don't wake her up to the scent of another woman on me. As the cold water cascades down my body in the shower, I wonder how I became this type of man. Lying to his wife. Sneaking around. Taking showers to hide another woman's scent. This is my life now. I hate to admit the underlying excitement I feel about it. So this was what it felt like. But then, not quite. Aleen is not some irrelevant booty call I engage with to
Aleen POV::"Heyy." I drawl awkwardly. I make my way to the bed, just as Charlie gets up to go turn on the lights. I really don't want to get into it with her right now. I just want to sleep, basking in the warmth my time with Stephane left in me. I feel so warm and sated. I could smile through an argument. "What do you think you are doing sneaking back in here like I wouldn't be waiting to get the rundown of your date?" Charlie flips the switch and the light flood the room, I shield my eyes as I lay down with a soft moan escaping my mouth, I only pull off my shoes, remaining fully dressed. Stephane's scent lingers on my dress. "Why are you still awake?" I ask, still shielding my face with my arm, it is a great camouflage. She can't see my face yet. "I was worried. I called you around twelve, you didn't answer. How did it go?" Charlie asks, I can feel her presence standing over my bed. Ugh. Sometimes, I wish she wasn't so invasive. "Can you turn off the light please? I am so tired