All Chapters of Daddy’s Girl [ Her Mother's Husband]: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"Do you want me to?" He replies. The knock comes again and I stare at him, my wide eyes asking the obvious question."Is there an alternative?" I can't see one. He can't just drive off, that would be highly suspicious. Though, looking at him, I don't think he minds. "Okay. You might want to stay out of view." He tells me. I know what that means, I look properly fucked. Blushing, I lean back on my seat, out of view as he turns to roll down his window by a slit. "You have been parked for longer than visiting hours, sir." An authoritative voice says as soon as the window rolls down. I vaguely recognise it as the voice of one of the security men that are on night duty for the residential area. I don't know them because I am rarely out and about late at night, but I come across them early in the morning returning from the library. "Oh. I was just leaving. Thank you." Stephane replies, his tone is relaxed and polite. And then the window rolls back up, he starts the car and is driving ou

Stephane POV::I debate with myself quickly if I should return to bed with Christine or just go sleep in my basement apartment. It is almost three a.m, she must be fast asleep already, so I decide to sneak into bed with her and if she asks when I came back in the morning, I could lie about the time. There is a silly bounce to my step as I make my way through the huge empty house. I reach our room, Christine had turned off the lights and is settled under the duvets, fast asleep, low quiet snores escaping her form on the bed. I decide to go take a quick shower, just so I don't wake her up to the scent of another woman on me. As the cold water cascades down my body in the shower, I wonder how I became this type of man. Lying to his wife. Sneaking around. Taking showers to hide another woman's scent. This is my life now. I hate to admit the underlying excitement I feel about it. So this was what it felt like. But then, not quite. Aleen is not some irrelevant booty call I engage with to

I am the only one in the transparent glass elevator as it breezes straight up to the penthouse. It is past seven p.m, I left school at past six. Stephane sent me a chauffeur in a luxurious electric car. I feel like I am in a dream. Like if I closed my eyes and pinched my skin, I would snap awake. And all these would have been a cruel prank played by my subconscious. For each floor the elevator breezes past, I feel electricity sizzle beneath my skin. My stomach is in a painfully tight cord of nerves, I am beyond anxious, I keep forgetting to breath. Why am I so nervous? It is just Stephane. This is not our first time. I didn't even feel half this much nerves when I was going to meet him in his basement apartment in my mother's home. Fearless and reckless as hell. At least, we are assured complete privacy in this penthouse. The chances of my mother coming here unannounced are zero. Like literally. She would have to go through the airtight security at reception, but then I am not sure

"I signed the contract." I blurt out just when it felt like I might combust if I don't say anything in the heavy silence that follows his vulgar confession about what he spent his week doing. The sensible thing to do was probably to tell him I couldn't stop thinking about him too, but I couldn't because I was shy. I am always inexplicably shy when he speaks so openly about his attraction to me. I can't explain it. "I know." He gives me a cocky smirk, eyes trained on me like a predator stalking prey. Of course he knows. Why else would I be here? I signed the contract on the ride here. I read it more than thrice. And I did some research online, according to which I realised that Stephane's contract is considered a bit lenient. I am not at his beck and call like other Doms expect their Subs to be. I think it is because I am a student who has to share my time between my studies and him, his thoughtfulness warmed my heart. We are only to meet during the weekend. Friday night to Sunday n

Stephane POV::When Aleen steps out of the bathroom in the sheer lacy purple lingerie I got for her, my breath leaves me and all the blood rushes southwards. My God, is she is stunning. The purple matches her skin tone perfectly, making her appear like royalty. An ethereal princess. Rightfully, because that was how I viewed her. From the beginning. There was something royal about her ethereal beauty. The top of the lingerie is tiny, covering her breasts sparingly, so there is a lot of flesh to see, white milky skin beckoning for my kisses. The bodice of the lingerie is cut like a corset, cinching in her tiny waist so she looks like the perfect figure eight. The bottom part of the lingerie is a tiny underwear, with silky garters on her slender curvy thighs. Complete with the stocking that reaches her upper thigh, she is a vision to behold. It gives me an ego boost, knowing that I picked the perfect lingerie even though it has been years since I last did it. I still got it and she is