"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
Aleen's POV:: "Your tardiness is unacceptable, Aleen," my stepfather's baritone voice boomed in the dimly lit sitting room, sending shivers down my spine. In that moment, a mix of fear, realization, and anticipation coursed through me as I squinted, attempting to locate his position in the room. My heart raced when I saw a looming figure advancing towards me. Every nerve in my body tingled in ways I had never experienced before. "Damn it, Aleen! He is your father," a voice in my head scolded, but my body arrogantly ignored it. In the presence of Stéphane, my senses were rendered useless, my body subjected to his every whim. There was something about this man that had a hold over me, something that made me want to throw caution to the wind and beg him to take me as he pleased. From the first time my mother introduced me to Stéphane as her soon-to-be husband after the death of my father three years ago, I knew he was trouble. Standing before me, tall and commanding, exuding a mascul
Aleen's POV::A moan was coaxed from me, as he gently nipped my lower lip. I could sense his hesitation, likely due to the myriad factors at play. He was my mother's husband, my stepfather, a man two decades my senior, everything about this felt so wrong, yet so undeniably right. Deep within, I acknowledged the taboo nature of our actions, the disapproval it would garner, but in that moment, it was all eclipsed by the intoxicating feeling of being with him.If Stephane didn't touch me within the next few seconds, I would lose my sanity."I don't know what you want me to say," I replied, attempting to deceive him, my words emerging like sharp, bitter barbs. Dammit! I wasn't supposed to be accountable to this man, even though he was my stepfather. As an adult, I had every right to live my life and go out as I pleased, free from the burden of accountability. Yet, a part of me yearned for his dominance, willingly submitting to him."Daddy," I murmured softly.With those words, the last sh
Stephane's POV::"Look at that ass. So fucking perfect." I grunt. She is. Aleen looks back at me with bright hungry eyes. She is killing me. I am so hard, I could lose my mind. But I don't just want to give her what she wants. I want to make her beg for it. Unexpectedly, I pull my palm back and smack her ass cheek not too gently but not too hard either, the sound rings in my ears, her soft cheeks ripple and I grip her waist for support. Aleen moans out loud. She looks back at me, biting her lips. "You naughty girl. You like that, don't you?" I ask, my dark eyes burn onto her skin, I haven't touched her how I want yet but I am so already so hard. I want her so desperately. This is madness. Utter madness. But it is so hard to turn away from her and those seductive eyes. She wrapped her hands around my cock earlier and I can't think straight anymore. Fuck. This is so wrong but I am feral with need for her at this point. Nothing short of the end of the world would stop me from taking h
Aleen's POV::My body is still shaking uncontrollably from the earth shattering orgasm when we hear footsteps coming towards the room. Stephane pulls out of me quickly, and when I look back, he is pulling up his pants. His dark eyes and expressions switches back to normal. I feel our combined fluids run down my thighs and I know I can't make it before whoever is coming to this room makes it here. We hear voices, unfamiliar voices along with the approaching footsteps. It is probably one of the guests who happens to be lost. I reach down and pull my shorts up. I pull my rippled dress up to cover my breasts. My hair is a mess and my face is flushed deeply. It is not something I can explain away. "That was incredible." Stephane breaths down my neck. The heat travels down my spine, up to my still dripping pussy and I clench my thighs together. My mouth is dry and I need to sit down because my leg is still shaking. "I have to go back." I say, still panicking even when the voice and foots
Aleen's POV::"Yes. I went crazy. I couldn't resist him. I swear. I don't know what came over me, Charlie. It was insanely intense. You know how I feel about him. How badly I have been fantasizing about him. I told you I caught him jerking off and he called me name. This was a long time coming." I breathe the words. They are the truth. I knew what I was doing in the moment and yet I couldn't stop. Even now, the guilt still hasn't hit. It makes me wonder what kind of a person I am in general. Christine, my mother and I don't have the best relationship but we get along. When we are apart from eachother. We can never stay in the same house together for too long. But all that is no excuse. It really isn't. I just fucked my stepfather and I enjoyed it. I don't feel any remorse yet. "Am I a bad person?" I ask Charlie, she is still staring at me like she can't recognise me. I know she is not judging me. She is just actually very surprised I went ahead and did what I had been fantasizing ab
Stephane POV::My blood boils as I watch Aleen dance in the arms of that young boy. The audaciousness of his youth is alarming. He has his arms draped around her, too intimately for comfort. And what does Aleen do? She actually encourages it. Smiling. Seductively. I know she knows I am watching her. She has my undivided attention, even as I dance skillfully with Christine in my arms. Aleen spares me a glance under her lashes from across the room and I feel electricity dance up my spine. That nymph. She knows what she is doing. She keeps her enchanting eyes on me, and she pulls in even closer to the boy. I see red. I lose my cool and yet manage to keep it. Fire lances through my bloodstream and I don't know what to do about it. I have no one to vent about it to."Are you okay, honey?" Christine's sweet breath teases my neck. It does nothing to me. Compared to how much her daughter's sizzling stare from across the room, in another man's arms, is doing to me. I feel like I could scream.
Aleen POV::The music fades and before the next one could start, I try to pull away from Stephane, to escape before I lost my mind totally, but his hand on my lower back is firm, unyielding. He is not done with me. My heart rate picks up pace and I know my face is one huge guilty tomato. Thankfully, the dance floor is dimly lit so those around can't decipher what is going on. My next best shot is to bury my face in his shoulders, I don't want to do that. He smells too good. It is a lure that can pull me in."No, darling Aleen. You are not my daughter. You are my girl and I am your daddy." Stephane growls low in my ear and my belly turns to jelly. I feel the heat seep to my throbbing cunt, I hate how easy it was for him to rile me up. I don't know if I want to rip him to shreds or his clothes so I could jump him. He makes me mad. So mad. Out of control. All the conflicting emotions come out to play when I am in his arms. I don't have a response to that with the wild way my heart is be
"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