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::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
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
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 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
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."
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
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: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
"I am sorry, Aleen. I don't even know where to begin." She says openly, smiling sadly at me. I look away. It is very uncomfortable feeling this way for her. I would rather hold onto my anger. It is safer. "Don't." I get up. Pacing the room. There is no respite from the myriad of emotions. They claw at my chest. They heat me up from inside, making me hot and feeling close to insanity. They hurt like hell. "Aleen..." My mother gets up too, I stop pacing, remaining on the opposite side of the room, I don't want her close. I can't stand it. I might fall to my knees and confess. I have a lot I am sorry to her about. And I also have a lot I am angry at her for. The emotions clash and they choke me up. I want an escape and there is none. This is the consequences of what I have been up to, and they flood me. I am drowning. "Mom. Please. Don't." My voice is shaky, she looks at me with sadness and regret in her eyes and I look away. I can't stand it. She thinks I am this way because of our
"What?" My face is flushed, I can feel it because of how hot I have gotten under her watchful gaze. The room could be spinning because of how dizzy I suddenly feel. My mouth has gone dry. My head is loud and silent at the same time. I have no idea what she is driving at but it can't be good. We have never talked about Stephane, I don't see any reason why she would be coming to me now about him. It is so out of character, it is terrifying."What about him?" I ask again when she doesn't say anything for what feels like the longest second of my life.My mother turns around to Charlie, "Charlie darling, do you mind excusing us for a minute?" She asks.Charlie is out of the room before I can even blink. She has stated multiple times how much she doesn't want to have anything to do with this mess, I don't blame her. Though it doesn't stop the feelings of betrayal that lingers. I don't say anything when she turns around again. I just wait for her to clarify what she means. I can't afford m
"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