All Chapters of Daddy’s Girl [ Her Mother's Husband]: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"You have to keep it down, Princess. We are only just getting started." Stephane whispers against my skin, I look down like I can see him, I am still blindfolded but I sense him so acutely, it is like I can see him down there, shrouded in shadows in between my thighs. My chest is heaving along with my fast heartbeat, the breaths escape my lips in airy gasps, I know he is looking up at me too. Savouring the moment. Taking his sweet time. My legs are weak. And they wobble. Embarrassingly. I can just tell that he has a wicked smirk on his impossibly handsome face. "Stephane." I whisper. It is all I can say in response. My brain feels scrambled by the onslaught of unrelenting pleasure his expert tongue worked into my throbbing clit. I have never been this exposed and utterly vulnerable with anybody before. He is kissing parts of me that are directly connected to my soul. I knew this was dangerous from the jump, but the level of danger has now spiked to new highs. Because I realise, thr

Stephane POV:: "Ugh. You are so fucking tight." I grunt, stilling deep inside her hot slick pussy. Her walls clench fiercely around my length and I have to shut my eyes tight to focus on not combusting. It is far too soon for that. Aleen tries to move her hips, I grab her by the waist, digging my nails into her soft skin, "don't. Don't move. Not yet." I gasp. Breathless. I have had to go through as much pleasure as I was giving her while she was blindfolded. I am filled to the brim with the tension of it. I am both glad and sad that she called the safe word. Glad because I couldn't go farther anymore without needing to bury my throbbing aching raging cock inside her. Sad because I really wasn't even halfway through what I wanted to do to her. Add the fact that tonight is supposedly our only time together, and it burns. Aleen is returning to college in the morning and I have to screw my head on tight and forget her. I don't want to think about how improbable that was. Not rig

"Mom. Please stop." I say in response. Instead of answering her incriminating question. Benjamin is cute. That is facts. And he was so respectful during our dance last night. He should be around my age, and he is a perfect gentleman. Too bad I have no use for gentlemen at this period of my life. Not after being touched by Stephane. Held and cherished the way only he was capable of. He has claimed me. I can only be his. Even if it was only for a night, I don't think I will get over the experience any time soon. "What?" She throws her hands up like she doesn't know what she is doing. In a sense, she probably doesn't. But that doesn't help me right now. I can't look in Stephane's direction anymore because his blank expression is getting me so worked up. I remember how he punished me for dancing with Benjamin. My body remembers it all too well. I saw the angry red slash marks on my ass cheeks this morning in the shower and when I touched the spot, I felt a dark kind of excitement. Unexpl

Stephane POV::Aleen is looking out the window. She has been looking out the window for the past ten minutes of the ride. We still have about an hour's drive before we reach her destination. Judging by the stubborn set of her turned head, she intends to look out the window for the entire time, keeping her face turned away from me. I wasn't actually going anywhere close to her college, I just wanted to spend more time with her. Against my better judgement. And also, I couldn't stand the thought of Benjamin driving her instead. I wasn't thinking straight when I offered to take her. And now, with her scent so close to me, I am already regretting the half baked idea. What was I thinking? "Aleen." I call to her. She doesn't acknowledge me. She doesn't even react. We do have a few things to talk about. She left the basement without alerting me. Up until that moment, we had a great time. And then I woke up alone. It stung. And I didn't even understand why. It made sense that she would wan

Stephane flexes his fingers inside me and my body responds to him with reckless abandon. It doesn't matter that we are in his car. In a parking lot. The windows might be tinted but they are not soundproofed. Or maybe they are. I don't know and I don't care, I moan out loud as freely as I dared. The sensations rippling through me cannot be felt silently. My body ripples at his persistent touch, he claims my mouth with searing passionate kisses over and over again till every last one of my concerns become irrelevant. I cling to him, moving my hips around his thrusting fingers inside of me. It feels incredible. It feels like heaven. Sinful as it was. "Stephane." I plead. My body craves the release and he is edging it. Edging me. He thrusts for a short pace and then stops, his thumb on my clit is not consistent, I know he is doing it on purpose. He likes torturing me like that. And I like it too much to not want it. Maybe I even enjoy the torture more than the release but my body needs i