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
"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
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
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
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
"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
"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
"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
Aleen POV:I cried myself to sleep as soon as Stephane left. I couldn't help it. It was hard to not be worried. My anxiety clawed to my throat and stayed there. I cried and then I fell asleep, with my tears smearing my face. When I wake up and see that it is bright noon, a quarter to two, my panic kicked up a notch and I debated on going to the mansion to figure out what was going on. I couldn't stand the suspense and not knowing any longer. It was too much. Too heavy. But I simply couldn't bring myself to go. I had done it before afterall, I had marched up to that house two nights ago, ready to darn it all. I hadn't cared. I didn't worry about anything. I had surrendered to the chaos and I let it lead me there. Ready to confront my mother with the truth. Not caring for the repercussions. I am in love with my stepfather and I wasn't ashamed. I was done hiding. I was over it. But everytime I crossed the threshold of the bedroom, gearing to go, I stopped and returned to the bed. I co
"Lucky old bastard!" Mike pats me on the shoulder, smiling proudly, then he directs his nephew to follow him to a seat in the front row. I don't feel lucky. Not right now. I try to keep my eyes on the dramatic slow entrance of Christine but my eyes rove the room looking for a particular face instead. I catch Rodriguez at the far corner of the room. He gives me a nod. Then he steps out. Everybody's eyes are fixed on Christine so I doubt anybody noticed the exchange. I stare at her then, she is getting closer, I wonder how she is able to walk so slowly. A flare of irritation. Does she think this is a wedding? She is in a light pink dress with an open neckline that highlights her full bosom and slim figure. The dress has lacy designs that I think are meant to be bridal, it goes down to her ankles in a flowing pattern. Her hair is done up nicely with loose curls and some flowers pinned into the madness. Her face is bright, not just because of her big smile either, but radiating happin
Stephane POV:"Hey! The groom is here! Wait, can we call you the groom? It is not like you guys are just getting married. You are already her groom!" One of Christine's friends with the screeching voice and full face of makeup and more plastic surgery than was aesthetic hounds me at the entrance to the bustling hall. The hall is the main living room of the mansion. I don't know what Christine did or who she hired to do what has been done to the room, but it has been transformed into something of a proper event hall. The main living room is large. Huge airy windows that lends the space terrific natural lighting, expensive decorative chandeliers and art pieces on the sparkling white walls. It is a great space for hosting anything from a small family gathering, to a friend's night, to a bridal shower, to now apparently, a vow renewal. The sofas have been arranged in a way that lends the space into a designated hall with an aisle that leads a short distance to the floral arch where a pu
It is slow and measured. Deliciously meticulous. We are both naked, chest to chest in the most intimate embrace, my legs and arms wrapped possessively around him, and he holds me securely to the pillow, burying me into the soft mattress with his weight. I don't mind. I whimper and hold him tighter. We are deeply connected, his thick cock twitching deep inside me as he thrusts gently, maintaining the agonizingly delicious slow pace. He thrusts deep, so deep, I can't breath, he is all I feel, he is everything, and then he starts pulling out slowly and I still can't breath, by the time he drives in again, I have lost my breath over and over again. "I love you, Aleen. I love you so fucking much." Stephane says into my ear, his breath is hot and heavy, sending rivulets of pleasure through me at the rawness in his voice. I gasp when I try to speak because he just buried himself deep inside me again. My heart rate is like someone running a marathon, I feel the reassuring thudding in sync of
"Well, yeah. You can't be there, Aleen. Think about it. Why would you be there? She didn't invite you, did she? I highly doubt she expects you there after the altercation you both had the other night. If you show up with me, it will set her off. You need to make yourself completely scarce from her for the time being. The way I have it set up, you don't have to come up at all." Stephane cradles my face in his hands, his huge hand covering up my entire face. He has an earnest look in his eyes but I can't help the trepidation that befalls me as I imagine him never coming back. I can't bear the thought of losing him again. "No!" I jerk myself out of his hold. He gives me a look of surprise and wonderment. I don't mind if he thinks I am crazy. I am simply not risking it again. I want to be there to watch everything unfold. I want to be there to take his hand and walk away together, not giving a damn about my mother seeing us. Or what anyone thinks. I don't care anymore! I am happy and I
Aleen POV:I wake up at dawn and the first thought that comes to me is that there is a chance I am going to lose Stephane today or lose my mother. Or both. I don't see any chance of things going differently. It is hard to imagine. Their vow renewal ceremony is currently unfolding, I know my mother would have barely slept all night, awaiting her big day with bated breath. Not caring that her supposed spouse is not even with her. He is here with me, holding me tight to his bare chest like he is afraid I might escape in the night.I don't remember much of what happened after dinner. I drank too much of the wine and I realised too late that it had a high alcoholic percentage. I close my eyes tightly, I think I feel the beginning of a hangover migraine. There is leftover chicken soup in the fridge from the one I made Stephane from scratch with all the love I could muster in my heart. But I don't have much of an appetite. Considering what awaited me in a few hours. Then slowly my memory cl
"Sorry, I am afraid I don't follow, sir." Richard winces like he actually does but is fighting with himself not to accept the reality of my words and what they could mean. "You do. It is quite straightforward, Richard. I am telling you to go after the woman you are fond of enough to be risking your life for." I say, keeping my tone low and arctic. I don't have to threaten him outrightly. I watch him think and try to wriggle himself out of what awaited him. His hard lean face creases as he comes to the acceptance that there was little to nothing he could do to avoid it. "Mr. Alec. Please. I can't. Please. I am so sorry about everything, but you are asking me for too much. I have a family to cater for. Sherry can't find out about Christine and I. It was a mistake. Please. Have mercy on me." Richard pleads, his head bowed in front of me. He is pathetic and again, asides his youth, which is also obviously dwindling, his lean frame and whatever else physical attractions that might endear
I don't even know why I want to know that answer. It is not like it is going to change anything. Maybe feed my rage. Fuel the emotion to the level I might be compelled to act on. I do need my anger. I feel it fading in and out every now and then. It is hard to hold onto it righteously when it doesn't even hurt. I truly don't feel rage about it. I can't bring myself to feel anything.So Christine cheated, or has been cheating on me, so what? I am no longer in love with her. I haven't been for a very long time. Our marriage has felt like an obligation for the longest time. It makes sense then that I would turn to fall in love with her daughter. It doesn't make it right, but we have been largely disconnected from eachother as husband and wife for the longest time way before I got involved with Aleen. But I can't even begin to explain that to Christine in a way that she would understand or accept, so I have to do this. It is the only way. "Um. Mr. Alec. I am sorry but I don't quite know
I tune out for the rest of the drive. We pull into the quiet neighborhood in long island where Richard lives with his family. The driver locates my agents pretty easily. I direct him to pull up to the front porch of the house. It is a quarter to midnight, the neighbourhood is an almost idyllic family oriented community, judging by all the dark quiet houses with porches doubling as gardens down the long winding street. The dark mercedes is nestled beneath the dark shade of a tree three blocks away from the Smiths residence, I direct the driver to drive on ahead with a simple gesture. He stops in front of the Smiths quaint house. Killing the quiet engine, I think I see a light flicker on in the dark quiet house. I get out of the car in time to meet Rodriguez who is walking up to me, dressed in all black, his black leather jacket is huge enough to conceal his weapon, I nod at him, this is not the kind of meeting that would necessarily require his input, he falls in line behind me as I