All Chapters of Daddy’s Girl [ Her Mother's Husband]: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"Yeah." It is about three p.m, if I leave now, I will be back in school before the sun goes down. By evening, I should be reintegrated back into school mode. Hopefully, I can leave him behind in this basement when I leave. I can't afford taking thoughts of him with me back to my life outside of here. "You don't have to leave immediately, are you mad at me?" He asks, watching me like he is searching for something in my blushing face. I avert my eyes. Hating myself for being dumb and spinning ideas and fantasies about us out of nowhere. He is clearly in this with his head screwed on tight. He is not about to jeopardize his marriage with my mother because of me. I mean nothing to him other than the sex. And now he wants to define the sex too, he wants to put restrictive boundaries about it. I don't know how I feel about being in a fucking BDSM relationship with him. I don't know if it is something I can handle without losing myself completely in him. "Actually, I do have to leave imme

Stephane spanks my ass. Hard. I yelp out as the pain slices through me and then moan low and soft under my breath as pleasure follows the sensation almost immediately. "You are my perfect little nymph." Stephane leans in to growl directly into my ears. Possessive and powerful. I am transported to a point where I can't process anything else besides the pleasure. It is intense. It is overwhelming. It is almost too much. Embarrassing croaking sounds escapes my throat, deep, loud and unhinged. I arch back into his thrusts, now that they are slower, though still maintaining their intensity. Then he switches the rhythm again and I am left scrambling to hold on. Thrown into the eye of a tornado, more like. "Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes." I haven't the faintest clue what I am affirming. It just seems right. It is all I can manage.Stephane spanks me again, tight across my ass, on the same spot as before, the pain comes through again, like an anchor and the pleasure follows almost immediately after. I

"Falling in love? What the hell are you talking about? It is just sex! Charlie, please. Just let me be. I know what I am doing. I promise you." I sit down because my legs have gone weak. Her words bouncing off the inside of my head repeatedly like a basketball out of control. "You can lie to yourself, but not to me, Aleen. I know you. I care about you. I love you. I have your best interests at heart. You are out of your depth here, it is dangerous and you would end up hurting people, but also yourself most especially. I don't see how this could possibly end well. You surely know that much." Charlie comes to sit beside me on the bed. This is probably our first serious fight and it isn't even a proper fight. I have none left in me. All the anger and hurt I feel towards her force feeding me the hard truth is gone. I am spiralling with the knowledge that she has dropped on me.I am falling for Stephane. It was never just sex for me. At least not as much as it is for him. ♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎Aleen'

Stephane is hot and dark and irresistible and taboo. Forbidden. He somehow knows how to make me feel like I am ontop of the world when he looks at me the way only he knows how to. Stephane makes me feel things that I couldn't describe even if I had all the words in the world. There is an allure to him, a pull that makes us together feel right. Then there is the way he makes my body feel. He is an expert lover and I find that sexy on its own. Knowing that he has years of experience over me makes me feel heated and bothered. As for Benjamin, I don't know what it is I feel for him. There is some innocence to him that I don't know if I trust. Or even want. Or maybe it is because he is connected to my mother in a way. Maybe that is what discourages me. I am rebelling against her by refusing his affection. Story of my life. Self sabotage to spite my mother and then she just continues living her life without a care in the world about me and my bleeding heart. "C'mon, Aleen. Go on a date wi

"Darling?" "Uh...sorry, what?" I am so fucking out of it. I blink at her, fork halfway to my mouth, I have been mindlessly stuffing my face, paying little attention to what she is saying."Are you okay, darling? You seem pretty distracted. What is the matter?" Christine drops her fork and fixes me with an interested look. I look away from her gaze, feeling hot under my skin. I am a terrible liar, but somehow people don't believe that about me because I learnt quite early in life and business, that a great poker face will save your life and money. So it is something I do without even thinking about it much. Deep down, I am losing my shit. There is no way Christine would know, even though she had come dangerously close when she came down to the basement unannounced, but there is no way for her to know what I am doing with her daughter. It is not much comfort regardless. "Oh. Nothing. Really. I guess I am just stressed." I give her a small smile, I can't tell if she buys it or not. So