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
Aleen POV::I am awash with satisfaction and want, a mix that is as confusing as it is thrilling. Satisfaction because Stephane is still panting beside me, he came with such a reckless out of control force that made me feel proud that I could make him come like that. I know it is probably built up tension that made him set off like that but it still makes me incredibly happy to have achieved it. The first time he tied me up to pleasure me, he had to masturbate first before he started on me, just so he could last longer through it. But he didn't do that this time around and he was so hard when he untied me, I felt slightly bad because I knew it would have been painful to a degree.I turn to face him, I want to drink him in like this. He is stunning even now. His profile is all sharp angles, the high square cheekbone, the hard jaw and chin, the deep set eyes, the thoroughly kissed slightly red full lips, they are open as he takes in deep breaths. His eyes are closed and I just watch hi
We take what feels like a long moment but was really only a few seconds to catch our breaths before Stephane lifts himself up, raising my legs like they weigh nothing as he goes, I lean up on my elbows, following his lead, hypnotized by insatiable lust. The lighting here on the bed is dimmer, but I can see his face and I am sure he can see mine too. And that is enough. The low lighting only adds eroticism to everything we are doing. Making me want more. The movements makes him slip out of me a little, so once we are in place, Stephane on his knees, poised in between my thighs, my legs high on his shoulders with his palms clamped around each ankle, he pushes the head of his hard cock inside me and I gasp, all my breath rushing out of me to make room for him."Aleen. Look at it. Look at us." His voice is gruff again, breathless. I look at him instead, his face is transformed into something of a beauty. Rough and illuminated darkly, his eyes are like dark orbs that swallow light and re
Eventually, we come off the high. It take us forever though, lying side by side, holding hands like highschool lovers who just took eachother's virginity. Breathing in sync, eyes half opened, staring blankly at the ceiling, seeing everything and nothing all at once. I am hundred percent certain I know what Stephane is thinking about in this moment as we lie next to eachother, naked, skin flushed and cooling against eachother. I know what it is because I am thinking the same thing. And it is nothing. Absolutely nothing. My head is blissfully quiet. And I know his is too. We just shared something significant and I am sure it is something that should inspire an honest open conversation about all the other stuff we don't want to talk about, but I don't want to have that conversation, I don't even want it to come up. I am terrified of it. I still haven't even admitted it to myself. Though the intensity of the moment has passed, I still feel its remnants in my bloodstream, warming me up a
I have had to stop myself from breaking out into a song and dance at least five times in the ten minutes I have spent in the kitchen putting together breakfast for Stephane and I. I am that darned happy. It feels like the first time in a really long while since I felt happiness this untamed and uncontaminated. This pure. It almost feels sacrilegious, I didn't know it was possible to feel this much joy. This feeling was something I read in books or watched in movies, and yet here I am, experiencing it. I woke up, wrapped tightly in a close cuddle with Stephane, he was holding me like he was scared I would run away. I should have felt choked up but I didn't, I woke up with a smile on my face. The sun was high up in the sky, illuminating the bedroom through the blinds and it was heart-warmingly beautiful. I laid there in his arms for a long while, watching him sleep, playing a dangerous game with my heart. He was handsome in a way that disarmed me completely. I never stood a chance of
"You just woke up." I say, smiling. I feel his mouth curve up with a smile too, I am aroused for him already. "I missed you while I was sleeping." He says, his tone has turned jovial and playful, it makes me all the more warm inside. I like playful Stephane as much as I like all the different shades of Stephane I have experienced so far. "Okay..." I shrug, turning off the gas so the eggs don't get hard cooked. Even though they are no longer runny, they are still salvageable. "You didn't miss me?" Stephane turns me around to face him, there is not a shred of unseriousness in his eyes again. He is all serious and sensual and intense. Pinning me with those deep set dark eyes, the dazed sleepy look in them has faded, replaced with something sharper and more alert. Intense. "I just woke up too, Stephane." I say quietly, I can't tell if he is still playing around or if he is actually serious about this line of questioning. My heart beats hard regardless. He has no idea what he is doing
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