"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
Aleen POV::"I want to limit your physical senses to touch alone. That is the reason for these." He gestures at the tools in his huge palm, I follow his words but my heart has started going so fast that I am unable to process his words. I nod, my mouth drying up fast as he approaches me. "Okay." I say, my voice is low and dripping with anticipation. He leans in close to me to get around my head as he secures the blindfold in place, the material of it is rich silk, I suspect the material is meant to evoke some textural sensation because a shiver runs down my spine as he ties it in a secure knot behind my head. The smooth feel of it is almost ticklish, causing goosebumps to break out on my skin. Stephane grazes his teeth under my jaw with a hot open mouthed kiss and I gasp, stiffening and then relaxing, the sharp pleasure of his teeth nibbling on my heated skin washes over me quickly when he moves back, leaving me blind and trembling for him. It occurs to me that we haven't even done
I feel feverish. Blind, partly deaf and bound, fully under Stephane's expert control. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world right now. But here. With him. Doing things to my body that makes me feel things I have never felt before. He is skillful with the way he blends the pleasure and pain that it gets to a point where I don't know what to do, how to react, whether to moan or scream in pain, I end up doing both or a version of it. I can't tell accurately because of the noise blocking ear muffs in my ears, but Stephane continues the maddening routine of using the leather whip on me, then smooching the spot, over and over again. I can't tell what is pain and what is pleasure anymore. It is all rolled into one intoxicating mix. Because I only have my touch and smell sensations, it makes everything all the more intense. I am panting now, anticipating the sting of the whip because I know what would follow, but nothing comes and I try to steady my breathing but then he leans in
Everything settles faster than normal as I come off the high, still standing, still blindfolded, though the ear muffs are off. Stephane is kissing my entire body. His hot wet mouth is trailing my entire body with gentle and rough kisses untiringly, alternating between intensity at different spots. There is a low thrum in my limbs, satiation aglow in my core as I take in the scattered pleasure of having my entire body kissed by this sexy hunk of a man. "My perfect girl. I love making you come like that. And I love hearing you be loud and free with your climax. It makes me want to do more. Give you more. Make you scream louder." He says in between kisses, trailing up my belly. He stops under my breasts and I can feel him looking up at me to watch my face, I can't tell what I look like right now but I can guess. Visibly flushed and spent."You look stunning too when you come. Fuck. You might be my undoing, Aleen. And I am glad for it." He says, his voice is gruff and serious. My stomach
Stephane POV::I get carried away with the kiss, exploring the soft planes of her welcoming hot mouth like it is my first time. Her lithe tongue responds to mine enthusiastically, the kiss soon becomes messy and wet and erotic as fuck, as we share saliva and I bite on her lips as she does mine. Insatiable. I am close to bursting my load into my fucking boxers. I am afraid I might combust if she so much as just looks at it. I am rock hard, my balls hurt from the tension. It is uncomfortable. But it makes the pleasure all the more intense. For me, as much as it is for her. I enjoy pleasuring her to breaking point. Having Aleen naked and receptive, bound to my post, flushed and blushing was a dream, a vivid lush one come to life. Even though I have her right in front of me, I still take occasional moments to savour the feeling of it. "I want to...I want to come around your cock, Stephane. Please. Let me." Aleen whispers against my mouth, my breathing stops, I might actually just blow
Stephane POV: I am getting married in two days. Getting remarried, more like. Renewing our vows. All those adjectives to describe something that makes me feel like there is a cavernous void in my chest where my heart is supposed to be. Empty. Hollowed out. Dreary. The whole thing. It might be the whiskey and vodka and beer in my system. I have locked myself away in the penthouse since yesterday. Christine didn't mind. All she wants is for me to just show up on the day of the ceremony, prepared to rededicate myself to her. To tell her she won. She offered me a deal I couldn't get out of. A week ago, when I was preparing our divorce with the lawyer, she suddenly flipped out on me, going crazy and trying to physically attack me in the presence of my lawyers, I was too shocked to react. She had led me to believe up until that moment that she wanted nothing to do with me. That she wanted the divorce. I was very generous with her settlement. And deep down, I was rejoicing. It was wrong
"Richard?" I whisper, still stunned by her rant. She is exposing herself to the wrong person and it makes me feel conflicted listening to her. She nods in the direction of the bedroom, I follow her gesture and I flinch. He is still there. I can't see clearly if he is still naked, I hope not, but he is there, watching us down here. I see his dark eyes shrouded in even more shadows and I feel fear lick down my spine at the lifelessness in those dark depths. Who is this man? How come I have never met him or even heard of him before?Well the answer is that my mother and I aren't close. Of course I don't know her lovers and whatnot. I barely even know her friends and they are loud and social enough. Also, looking directly at the stranger, I can tell that he is definitely older than I thought him to be. Though definitely younger than my mom and Stephane, but he is also way older than me too. He is middle aged. His body still retains the lean firmness of youth. There is something sinister
"Like hell I can't!" I raise my voice. My mother winces, like I reached out and slapped her across the face. "Aleen. Please. Don't be insensitive." She says, her tone is undeniably angry and tense. She is over her shock of me walking in on her. "What? What did you just say? Insensitive?" I can't believe my ears. Can't believe my eyes. This was the same woman who was losing her mind over her husband's alleged cheating. She coaxed a confession from him, she was projecting all along. "First, before we get into all these. Can you just answer the question? Why did you come here at this time? It is past midnight. Dressed like that? What is going on, Aleen?" She has the gall to look genuine. The white bulbous bedcovers still wrapped messily around her naked frame, smelling of alcohol and sex, hair messed up, makeup and lipstick smudged, looking like that and she has the gall to question my reason for visiting. She is deflecting, but she doesn't know that I have an even better reason to d
The car rolls to a stop at the entrance to the mansion. It is close to midnight and I don't snap out of my trance as I make my way to the house. What am I doing here? I am not sure I know. I was led here. That sounds insane. But it is what it is. I need to see Stephane and have him tell me to my face that he is remarrying my mother. That he had no intention of fulfilling his promise to me. That he is really just going to discard me like the time we spent together meant nothing to him. That it was all for nothing. I don't care if my mother will be there. I don't care anymore. I just want him to look me in the eyes and tell me that it was truly over between us. I am still dressed in my party dress. The make-up and heels. My made up hair. I don't look how I feel on the inside. I can't be sure. An upheaval is going on and I am powerless to define it. The security agents at the gate let me in without much hassle. They recognise me as Christine's daughter. Entering the house and a wave o
"What?" I manage to whisper, feeling faint. Two weeks of healing, coming undone in a few seconds. "I am really surprised you didn't know. The vow renewal is in two days. They are throwing a lavish party. Well, Christine is the one spearheading the whole thing. Stephane has been suspiciously quiet, but that is just his personality anyway. It is like a second wedding essentially. And it is the talks of the tabloids." Benjamin twists the knife deeper. He can't possibly know that that is what he is doing to me. He is oblivious. Shredding my heart to pieces. "They are getting back together?“ I ask, breathing the words. I can't believe it. But why would Benjamin lie to me about this? And yet, I remain rooted in my disbelief. It is the only way I can stop myself from breaking down."Yeah. It was a shock to everyone. I know all this because I was home for a bit and my mother would not shut up about it. Making calls and cackling aloud with all their friends." "They are getting back together
As soon as we arrive at the sprawling apartment where the party is being held, I quickly realise that either Charlie lied about the populace in attendance or she severely underestimated the party's reach. Because it is definitely more than just my classmates here, there are so many unfamiliar faces, that my anxiety about being in a crowd shoots up. Choking me. Rachel notices me blanking out and directs us to the kitchen where there are several options of alcohol available and people going in and out, taking their choices, mixing lethal cocktails and serving themselves. There is beer, vodka, whiskey, there is even red and white wine. It is a madness. I think I can perceive the smell of weed in the air. I know I am way out of my depths here and immediately decide to leave. But then Rachel quickly mixes a cocktail with more straight vodka than cranberry juice and hands me a cup, I take a sip and decide that I can stay for just a little longer. It is free booze afterall. The music is lo
"I already told them that we would show up, Aleen. Please don't make me look like a liar." Charlie whines, standing over me in bed. I try to pull the covers over my head but she stops me, yanking it away. I groan in protest, but she doesn't yield. She pulls the entire duvet off my body, I have been in my pajamas for over three days and it looks like it. It has been two weeks. Two weeks since I came back from Stephane's penthouse, completely emotionally wrecked. And I am still wrecked. Maybe not as badly as the first week, I managed to go for classes this week after all, but I am still so tender from the heartache that rocked my world, that I am still hiding from the world. Still not interested in anything that I should be interested in. Most especially this annoying party my classmates are throwing to celebrate the end of the semester before exams. Exams are starting in a week, and I am as unprepared as I have never been, it is almost comical because I am not even particularly tense
"It is the only way, Aleen. I am so sorry but it is the only way. I have to make sure you are safe and removed from this mess as much as possible. Christine is out to get you, she is raging and I can't blame her, we didn't end up how she hoped we would. I was cruel to her. I was selfish with you. It is all my fault and I need to remedy it before it is too late. Please, give me the grace to do that, Aleen." Stephane tries to walk to me, but I take a step back away from him, apprehensive and not knowing exactly why. I feel so many emotions and I can't name them. Can't follow their logic, or lack thereof. "But you said you loved me. Does that not mean anything? Does it not count for anything?" I whisper, my voice shaking as I do my best to swallow my tears. I can't keep crying and reinforcing his view of me as an helpless child. "It means everything, Aleen. It means everything. That is why I have to do this." Stephane says, his brows knit together, like he is in physical pain. It is no
"You understand why I have to do this, why we have to do this. Please tell me you understand." Stephane is still on his knees next to me. It is so unnatural to be looking at him from this vantage angle, our usual dynamic is me looking up at him and now I am looking down to meet his eyes, I am too overwhelmed by my feelings to care much. He doesn't seem to mind. He seems content down there, hands on my legs, unsure. "I don't." I say, my heart is shattering into a million pieces. And I am not exaggerating. It feels exactly like that. A million jagged pieces stabbing me, wounding me further. "Just till the dust settles, love. We have to stay away from eachother until I settle Christine. We are dissolving our marriage and she is very sensitive right now. She has been snooping around, trying to figure out who the other woman is. I have to protect you. And maybe protect her too. This is not something you guys can come back from and I don't think I would be able to forgive myself if I am t