All Chapters of Daddy’s Girl [ Her Mother's Husband]: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Aleen POV::I should snap out of it. Of course, he has done this before. How else would he be so knowledgeable and comfortable about it? I am not dumb. He is an older matured man with his kinks. That is okay. I am not judging. But the questions pour in and I can't help myself."With Christine?" I ask with wide eyes. I don't know if I can continue with this if he does this with my mother. I couldn't look her in the eyes knowing this about her. Oh my gosh, I sound like a total hypocrite right now. But it is what it is. I had been doing this with Stephane so far under the impression that I was special to him, if it turns out not to be the case, I don't know if I would be able to live with the heartbreak. "Oh. No. No. Christine is not into this." He says, eyes on me. Honest and open. "What?" I don't know how to take his response. My stomach does a nervous flip, I feel like I am ruining our moment, but I also believe and trust him when he said I could ask and talk about anything with him

I feel feverish. Blind, partly deaf and bound, fully under Stephane's expert control. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world right now. But here. With him. Doing things to my body that makes me feel things I have never felt before. He is skillful with the way he blends the pleasure and pain that it gets to a point where I don't know what to do, how to react, whether to moan or scream in pain, I end up doing both or a version of it. I can't tell accurately because of the noise blocking ear muffs in my ears, but Stephane continues the maddening routine of using the leather whip on me, then smooching the spot, over and over again. I can't tell what is pain and what is pleasure anymore. It is all rolled into one intoxicating mix. Because I only have my touch and smell sensations, it makes everything all the more intense. I am panting now, anticipating the sting of the whip because I know what would follow, but nothing comes and I try to steady my breathing but then he leans in

Stephane POV::I get carried away with the kiss, exploring the soft planes of her welcoming hot mouth like it is my first time. Her lithe tongue responds to mine enthusiastically, the kiss soon becomes messy and wet and erotic as fuck, as we share saliva and I bite on her lips as she does mine. Insatiable. I am close to bursting my load into my fucking boxers. I am afraid I might combust if she so much as just looks at it. I am rock hard, my balls hurt from the tension. It is uncomfortable. But it makes the pleasure all the more intense. For me, as much as it is for her. I enjoy pleasuring her to breaking point. Having Aleen naked and receptive, bound to my post, flushed and blushing was a dream, a vivid lush one come to life. Even though I have her right in front of me, I still take occasional moments to savour the feeling of it. "I want to...I want to come around your cock, Stephane. Please. Let me." Aleen whispers against my mouth, my breathing stops, I might actually just blow

We take what feels like a long moment but was really only a few seconds to catch our breaths before Stephane lifts himself up, raising my legs like they weigh nothing as he goes, I lean up on my elbows, following his lead, hypnotized by insatiable lust. The lighting here on the bed is dimmer, but I can see his face and I am sure he can see mine too. And that is enough. The low lighting only adds eroticism to everything we are doing. Making me want more. The movements makes him slip out of me a little, so once we are in place, Stephane on his knees, poised in between my thighs, my legs high on his shoulders with his palms clamped around each ankle, he pushes the head of his hard cock inside me and I gasp, all my breath rushing out of me to make room for him."Aleen. Look at it. Look at us." His voice is gruff again, breathless. I look at him instead, his face is transformed into something of a beauty. Rough and illuminated darkly, his eyes are like dark orbs that swallow light and re

I have had to stop myself from breaking out into a song and dance at least five times in the ten minutes I have spent in the kitchen putting together breakfast for Stephane and I. I am that darned happy. It feels like the first time in a really long while since I felt happiness this untamed and uncontaminated. This pure. It almost feels sacrilegious, I didn't know it was possible to feel this much joy. This feeling was something I read in books or watched in movies, and yet here I am, experiencing it. I woke up, wrapped tightly in a close cuddle with Stephane, he was holding me like he was scared I would run away. I should have felt choked up but I didn't, I woke up with a smile on my face. The sun was high up in the sky, illuminating the bedroom through the blinds and it was heart-warmingly beautiful. I laid there in his arms for a long while, watching him sleep, playing a dangerous game with my heart. He was handsome in a way that disarmed me completely. I never stood a chance of