by Dark Angel
“Believe it or not,” I start, swallowing down all fear and hesitancy, “I came here today because I wanted to come clean about this.” I look into his eyes, waiting for him to say something, but he just stares back at me in silence. Alright, fair enough. “I work for the New York Daily Journal, Magnus.”
“I figured out that much. But I’m going to need more than that. I want the whole truth,” he says, his words coming out of his mouth like ice. “Gossip Central—do you have anything to do with it?”
My lips break into a sorrowful smile.
“I’m the person behind Gossip Central. Vicky Durner? She doesn’t exist, Magnus. There’s no Vicky Durner. There’s just me, Penny Wright.” My throat feels like it has been laced with thorns and nails but, in a way, it feels good to hear the truth coming out from my mouth. The truth might hurt, but it also sets you free. At least, that’s what these inspiring Facebook images seem to say; nothing beats the wisdom of social networks, huh?
“You wrote those articles,” he whispers, and I notice that he isn’t asking me a question. He’s simply stating the facts, allowing it all to sink in.
“I did,” I admit, biting down on my lower lip and, somehow, forcing myself to return his gaze.
“Why?” he simply asks, and I feel my heart shrivel up inside my chest, and that's because there’s no anger in his voice.
Only sadness. Disappointment.
“My mother, she… she’s working with Laurel Trask.”
“The mayor?”
“The mayor. They told me to go after you, and do my best to bring you down… But I just can’t do it anymore, Magnus. Because they’re wrong about you. I know that now, whether you believe it or not.”
“I assume you’ve told them everything…?”
“No… Not everything. They have no idea we’re sleeping together. I… I just couldn’t tell them. They’d use that against you, and I simply couldn’t let that happen,” I say, lowering my voice and meaning each one of my words.
“Why? Why didn’t you tell them?” he asks me, narrowing his eyes. Now, instead of sadness, all I see is his curiosity flickering there. He’s trying to understand.
“Because… Because what we’re doing is wrong, Magnus. You’re older than me, you’re my stepfather! And I want you; I need you… And that isn’t supposed to happen, is it?”
“No, it isn’t supposed to happen,” he whispers, but he takes one step toward me all the same, his eyes locked on mine.
“It’s wrong…” I whisper, and he rests the palm of hi hand on my face, brushing away one stray lock of hair. I feel the whole world fading around us, the universe turning into a stage… One where a single spotlight beats away the shadows and leaves only what’s real—Magnus and I.
His body and mine.
“Very wrong,” he repeats after me, slowly leaning in. Reacting by instinct, I let my eyelids droop and surrender to his kiss.
But it feels so right, I think to myself.
Penny
Coming clean to Magnus has lifted a huge weight from my shoulders, and now I can't stop kissing him. I was so worried that he'd never want to see me again.
"I have a surprise," he says, and when he returns, he has a blindfold. He places it on me, and the silky closure of the blindfold over my hair and in front of my eyes is a whisper of a promise of what Magnus has in store for me. He fucks like a damned animal; he fucks me like a man possessed.
“Does daddy’s naughty little girl want her daddy to fuck her any way he wants, blindfolded, when she can’t even see how her daddy is going to fuck her?” Magnus says, his voice throaty with his arousal.
My pussy folds are already slick, I feel how much I want him to say these deranged things. I find my voice to answer. “Yes, daddy. Your daughter wants you to fuck her holes exactly how you want them. I’m yours, daddy. I want to be good for you.”
“Yes,” Magnus says, stroking his fingers over my shoulders, then brushing them through my hair. I can practically hear the smile on his face. He’s painfully, sensually gorgeous when he smiles. I burn just thinking about what he’s smiling about. Daddy is smiling about fucking his daughter. “If you are good for me, little one, I’ll let you cum. I’ll let you taste my cum and yours, just like I know you like and I’ll share that with you. Do you like taking naughty communion like a good little cum slut?” Magnus catches the back of my throat in his hand and squeezes there from the nape of my neck and around, making me gasp.
My voice is whiny, “Yes,” I moan out, needing him to fuck me. The blindfold and the anticipation — after how he fucked me last and how stressed I was to tell him the truth — I need the release and I ache for him to let me cum more than I ever have. I ache for his touch so much it's almost not bearable. But that sweet suffering will make the reward of his claiming touch all that much better when he grants me the gift. “Yes, daddy, I want to be good and I want to cum for you, taste our cum together. I love sharing our orgasms on our tongues, daddy.” It's downright filthy. So naughty. So taboo. But that just makes it even hotter. My body heats up like I’m a furnace. That’s how hot it makes me.
Naked and blindfolded before him, I’m anxious to know what he’s doing. I can’t hear Magnus move right now so it is up to my imagination to attempt to fill in the blanks. Right now, I’m sitting on my bent legs, nude, on top of his bed.
I showed up at his apartment and he was waiting for me. After we talked…he got me into this position quickly. Of course I agreed to be blindfolded. The sexual thrills with my stepfather were endless. It felt like a thousand days were behind us when I was trying to seduce him in his limousine. Then, he’d turned the tables and fucked me so completely he’d whet an appetite for a dark, claiming fuck I didn’t know could grow within me. Then, he’d shown up at my apartment, and when I opened that door, he nearly fucked me to death right on it before he dragged me off. Magnus is an unpredictable, incredible lover. One thing is certain. I know that he's going to fuck me so completely I’ll nearly black out as I cum, and he’ll send me far into the heavens.
My hands are behind my back, wrists together as if they might be bound. I’m not going to move them until I know what Magnus is doing. I’m pressing them into my back as a way to relieve some of the tension. I don’t know what to do with myself. Every second I wait is a second I forget how to breathe, or my heart skips a beat and I’m trying to regain my senses. I need him so much that I’m about to start begging.
That’s when finally I feel his hand sweep down my throat, and then to my breasts. The full largeness of his palm grazing over me almost lazily is more than I can tolerate. He’s touching me with fervor, but not urgency. Magnus says with his touch that I can wait. The torment is far from over. I sigh, bending my face down to rub against his arm. Feeling his skin on mine sets my soul ablaze, and builds the heated need within me. I need him more than I need the air filling my lungs. His cock filling my pussy matters so much more to me. In this moment, his fingers circling over my nipples, I cannot be convinced that air in my lungs is more vital to my life than his cock in my pussy. I whimper with need despite myself. It isn’t logic or reason that rule my actions; it's my desperate need for Magnus to fuck me, to thrust his massive cock inside me, that makes me cry out now with my need. I could die like this; waiting to be fucked when his touch and the mystery of what he’ll do to me is looming over my head. The blackness in my vision is nothing compared to the questions in my soul of when my daddy is going to let me feel his love fill me up, inch by inch. Thrust by thrust.
“You’re such a good girl,” Magnus says. “Your daddy knows he shouldn’t fuck you, but this pretty pink pussy asks for it. A daddy can’t tell his little girl no. He doesn’t want to,” he says in a voice that’s both rough and tender. It's like feather soft touches along my skin, prickling me to attention and housing my breath high in my chest where I hold it now in anticipation. His hand stays on my breast, but the other palms my pussy, applying pressure to my abdomen that highlights my near unbearable need.
My teeth graze over my lips slowly, capturing it there and letting me focus on that feeling, on that singular thing that I can control. I had no idea that the blindfold would bring me so close to madness! Of course, I know that it's making me crazy because he’s prolonging every second of this for a protracted sexual torture of epic proportions. Daddy wants to make his baby girl wait…and I can’t help myself; that just turns me on more. This wicked predicament is exactly to my liking.
“Spread those legs apart for me, Penny,” Magnus says, breaking the silence around us.
My heart speeds up to a gentle roar of my blood rushing through my body, filling my ears like a shout behind them. I spread my knees apart, careful to maintain my balance. Not knowing if he’s going to touch me now, or if there’s more direction to come first. I'm shivering, so not falling over and simply moving like I need to is much more difficult than it should be. I keep my breathing close in time with my movements, stilling my heart’s crazed beat and I spread my legs, pulling my knees apart as far as I can.
A hand hits my thigh, sharply pausing my movement with the sound of flesh contacting flesh. My skin heats to his touch, and it shoots through me. I ache for every last thrill that the lingering of his hand on me brings.
“Do you want me to fuck you, blindfolded, Penny?” Magnus teases me. He slides his fingers up and down my thigh, tantalizingly slow. His fingers never quite reach the curve under my knee or the apex between my thighs. The pads of his fingers are a rough contrast to the smoothness of my thighs. Without being able to see him, I feel him so much more intricately. Behind my eyes I’m seeing his fingerprints painting heat over my skin with his every touch. “Here and now,” Magnus says in a low growl. I feel his fingers curl against my skin, and his knuckles slide up and touch my pussy, rasping over my clit.
I open my mouth and a whimper escapes me when I mean to answer. “Yes, please, daddy,” I say in a trembling voice. The raw ache rises in my throat and overtakes my voice. There’s an urgency in my words that I can hear. I hope Magnus hears it, too. Never have I had such intense feelings in my life. Not just being fucked by him, or the anticipation of being fucked by him. His touch, in this here and now, burns like a winter’s fire through my bones. In my blood. I feel almost too hot now. Flush. I imagine my skin is pink with the sensation. I remember my nakedness and it's like I can feel the air between where I know he is and the space between us. I ache for him to close the chasm and to touch me.
“I want to fuck you until you come so hard that you don’t need that blindfold to see nothing but blackness, sweet girl. I want you to cum so much that you think it might kill you. And then I want to fuck you more. Harder.” The low growl in Magnus’s voice is a promise, and one I would beg him to keep if I thought for a second he wasn’t about to touch me.
My prayers are answered; his lips capture mine. I pull my hands up to find his face, to cradle his as he kisses me. Magnus brings his hands to my shoulders and holds there, squeezing me tight. His tongue parts my lips and delves in to explore my mouth.
I’m open and wanting for him, my own tongue caressing his. It takes all my energy to pour all my need into this kiss. Knowing where he is now, I want to climb onto him and drive his massive cock deep inside me. The idea of him filling me up is what keeps me breathing, and the need to wait and be fucked by him is what keeps me kissing him with a passionate fury. Our mouths devour each other and I swear I’ve never felt anything like this before. Kissing him is more erotic than all the fucking I’ve ever done in my life. His hands on my shoulders feel better than any cock inside me. Any cock but his. The tight squeeze of his hands on my shoulders grounds me in reality when the lack of sight and the power of Magnus kissing me makes me feel like I might be floating away.
Dragging the kiss down, his tongue and then his lips on my jawline, I moan with my newly free mouth. His teeth graze my neck, and his hands drop to squeeze my breasts. “Daddy,” I moan. I’m begging, though I don’t know what I want. I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want him to speed up. My voice is just an insistent call for him to know even a fraction of how his touch makes me feel.
“Shh, baby girl, be patient,” Magnus says, but I can tell by the wicked tone in his voice that he knows he’s torturing me and he loves it.
Fuck, that makes me crazy. I could throttle him, if I weren’t utterly his captive. But it isn’t just now. There’s a power that he has over me, so instead of strangling him or climbing on top of him and sinking his cock into me himself, I wait. I endure. And let’s be real, I’m not enduring something so difficult and terrible. His hands on my breasts send shivers up and down my spine and I push my breasts further into his hands, arching my back. My hands fall from his face and I find purchase in squeezing the sheets. I need to be able to hold onto something, squeeze the living hell out of it.
I’m just in time as his mouth drops down and licks down my stomach, trailing kisses until he’s right at my pussy. The heat of his breath comes into hyper focus and I'm trembling again. My fingers grip hard on the sheets because that grip is the only thing between the sensations coursing through me, and me utterly losing my mind.
Magnus releases my breasts, an aching ghost of his touch reminding me of every way he held them and pulled pleasure from my every nerve ending there.
“God you taste so fucking sweet,” Magnus groans, his mouth muffled against my pussy and making me shiver and tremble at the vibrations of his lips and his words against my delicate skin. His tongue is wide, flat, and on my clit, and my breathing is sharp and shallow the instant I feel it there. It feels like a warm waterfall beneath the surface, I’m so wet and needy for him. Heat pools in my belly, rising and building a tension within me, and a thirst.
I feel Magnus press me down with one palm flat on my chest and then his hands pulling my legs apart. I'm yanked down the bed until my pussy is on the edge of the bed — pretty damn appropriate because I’m dangling on the edge of every pleasure in the world the instant his mouth is back on my pussy.
His tongue laps through my folds and I’m shivering, my hands squeezing the bed even harder now. “Mmm, daddy, I love it when you lick my pussy,” I groan, the sounds rasping in my throat because of all of the intense sensations overtaking me. I can’t see it, but just thinking about the sight of his face between my thighs gets me even hotter.
Magnus growls against my clit, and I feel his fingers hook into my pussy, going right for my G-spot.
My back arches the instant his fingers impact me there, and it drives my clit further into his mouth. Sucking my clit, he brings me right to the edge of losing my mind! I take gasping breaths, moaning and crying out, and his fingers stroke inside me, pumping and returning to my G-spot again and again. The pressure inside my stomach is as taut as violin strings. I'm close to screaming, and I’m squeezing the bed sheets into my fists so hard that my fingers actually ache a little. The softness of being unable to see through it all makes every touch, every taste of pleasure feel all that more intense. The orgasm starts to build within me.
“Yes, you wanna cum for daddy?” Magnus purrs against my pussy, which makes me shake and shiver, pinned under his touch as I am. “Cum all over my face so I can kiss you with your pussy on my breathe when I finally sink my cock in you, Penny. Does my naughty little daughter want that?”
Oh, God that’s exactly the words that send me right over the edge. My legs quake, shaking with my voice as I cry out, “Yes, daddy, please!” I arch my back and tear blindly at the sheets around me. I probably look like a woman possessed, because I know that’s what I feel like when the rip tide of orgasm churns through my body, tearing up every second of sanity. My pussy gushes cum all over Magnus, who licks it up and rubs his face all over my wet pussy. I wish I could see his face all glazed like a donut from my pussy, but tasting it is going to be so much better.
And he’s going to fuck me. My clit twitches just thinking about that massive cock sinking into my pussy, squeezing around his cock. “Fuck!” I cry out,
and before the sound has finished escaping my lips, Magnus closes his mouth over mine, stealing the sound and my breath.
His kiss tastes like my pussy, as promised.
His cock slides into me, as promised, while he kisses me. I taste my cum on his mouth and feel that huge cock slide up inside me. Magnus slams into me to the hilt, shoving my body further up the bed and thrusting us far forward. I feel my inner walls stretching to accommodate the massive girth of his cock. I can feel his firm pectorals and those rock hard abs pressing against my stomach, crushing my breasts between us. My nipples are achingly hard and getting rubbed against him so good. My clit is throbbing. My pussy is squeezing around his cock’s every stroke. I'm already about to cum again, tasting my previous orgasm still in our kiss. Moaning into his mouth, I buck my hips for all the good it does. I’m pinned beneath him and he slams harder into me, driving his cock home and me to another orgasm. I wrap my trembling legs around him and squeeze like my life depends on it, locking my ankles together and pulling him deeper and deeper into my pussy.
Magnus pulls my lower lip between his teeth, growling out as he slams harder and harder into me. “Cum all over my cock so I can keep fucking you,” he says, and then closes his mouth over my neck. That leaves me to breath in a huge lungful of air between my every scream. The orgasm tearing through me in torrents makes my whole body vibrate, or at least it feels like that. I’m strangling his cock with my pussy as hard as I can; so hard my ass is going to be sore tomorrow. I find the idea of feeling sex with my stepfather the next day so naughty and delicious that I might never stop cumming.
My legs are forced down and my upper body is lifted up. I feel like Magnus’s plaything when he moves me around like this while I’m blindfolded and unable to see what’s coming, or right now where I’m going. I feel us shift positions and Magnus has his arms hooking up my arms, and I’m up against the headboard before I can catch my breath. I’m dangling up there like a rag doll and he strokes in and out, long, deep strokes that make me shiver until my orgasm dies down just for a second. Just a second.