by Dark Angel
“I’m also content,” Magnus says as he turns us to the side and wraps his arm around my breasts, “to cuddle you and fuck you nice and slow until we both remember how to breathe normally again.” His cock slides a little out and thrusts back, and he starts fucking me slower and with his cock never fully leaving me. The change of pace shocks me, and the way my body feels like butter against his rock-hard steel, well, he was right about my breathing. I take ragged little breaths and my heart races at his touch, the way he’s holding me. His lips are on my neck, kissing me softly. I shiver in his touch from the feather light kisses and the way he’s stroking in my pussy so slowly. I could probably black out from this cuddle fucking, I’m so high from all of the orgasming, from the sensations of his skin on mine. I pull one of his hands down to touch my stomach. I haven’t told him about the baby but I know I will have to soon. I know that I need to. I'm so contended and satisfied that I just feel overwhelmed with how perfect this moment is.
“I love sliding my cock in you slow like this,” Magnus whispers against my neck. “You were fucking me so slowly before, I thought I would burst. But I knew I could repay the favor when you were too spent to do anything but feel how I can fill you up so slowly and keep you on the edge of an orgasm until you don’t know if you’re about to cum, or if you already are. I could fuck you forever,” Magnus says with a growl.
I’ve heard the term sweet nothings before, but the filthy things my stepfather whispers in my ear are something else entirely. They’re dirty little secrets that he and I share, the words that make every moment we fuck and enter this incredible world together. Nothing can touch us when we’re together. I feel ten feet tall and invincible in his arms. My body feels so deliciously spent after he fucks me. His cock inside my pussy now feels so warm, so achingly good staying inside of me, that I want to sleep like this and wake up the next day with his cock still buried inside of me. My stomach is still sticky with his first load of cum but I don’t want to wash it off. I like being marked by him. I love that he cums all over me when he fucks me on a table and then he cuddles me right on the floor and doesn’t care that he’s got his cum all over him too.
Fuck, he licks his cum off my tongue with his. That’s the kind of thing I never even would've known I wanted. Magnus mapped out pleasure my body didn’t know how to get to. And then he rolls up that map and spanks me with it. I almost giggle in the moment at this silly thought, but then Magnus captures my earlobe between his teeth and nibbles just enough to shock me into jumping so slightly. When I do, his cock strokes a sensitive path in my pussy that makes me moan. “Well, aren’t you tricky,” I say with a low moan.
“Absolutely. You’ll never know what’s cumming next,” Magnus says with a low, sexy laugh. “Well, you know you’re cumming, but you don’t know when, I guess I should say,” he says and kisses my jawline. He moves his kiss up and kisses me right next to my lips. “Right now, I’ll give you a freebie. I want you to cum now,” he says.
For less than a second I’m shocked by this. I couldn’t possibly be ready to cum again, if at all any more, because I’m so exhausted. But Magnus lowers his palm and plants it right above my pussy, pressing just enough to teeter the pleasure right off the edge. I cry out, the orgasm flooding through my body right on command for him. Whimpering, I shake against him and that only makes his cock strokes speed up and fuck me just hard enough to make my eyes roll back in their sockets.
I remember what he said about blacking out, and I know I’ve got to work to actually hold on because I gasp and I’m about to float away from him or pass out or something. “Magnus!” I gasp out. He turns my face toward his and kisses me again, so softly it makes my clit burn with need. And it's no coincidence that it's what keeps me awake enough in that moment.
And then his cock is hard as a stone and hot as hell, hammering into me with a furious speed. The cum pouring into my pussy is like little firecrackers lighting me up, sending me into a tailspin of furious lust. My body shakes in his hold and every movement makes us both cum that much harder, drowning in each other. Every sensation brings us higher and higher until we’re both gasping. Magnus’s cock sinks into me to the hilt but stops cumming.
“Can we just stay like this?” I say. I don’t add the last word—forever.
“Yes,” Magnus says, kissing me softly. I think he knows I mean forever. And I think he still means to answer ‘yes.’
Except I can’t stay like this. When Magnus falls asleep, I pull myself out of his arms, and I leave.
Penny
Coffee—some people drink it so that it gives them a much-needed jolt, I drink it so that I can relax. That’s why I’m sitting at Rue 57 right now, a cup of coffee in my hand. Yeah, don’t you think that I came here because I’m not worried about everything that’s happening with Magnus’ company.
It’s just that I can’t help him at the office; Joyce is pretty much all the help he needs, and I’m not doing a favor to myself by becoming a nervous wreck. I figured I needed some fresh air and took a taxi here, in the hopes that a warm cup of coffee would help me see things more clearly.
I need to do something, you know? This whole situation is insane. The scandal my mother created is costing Magnus an arm and a leg, and all that devastation isn’t pretty. Magnus has been awake for close to 48 hours now, his cellphone glued to his ear as he tries to patch every small disaster happening every five minutes or so. His company is losing contracts left and right, and now word got out that the Committee in charge of overseeing the Equinox Tower project has decided to reevaluate Magnus’ involvement.
And if Magnus loses the Equinox deal… Well, I don’t even want to think about it. If the city manages to crush that deal, then logic follows that every deal Magnus’ company has with the city is at risk. If the Equinox deal goes up in flames, Magnus’ company is going to turn into a large pile of ashes.
I can’t let that happen. I have no idea what a journalist just out of college (and out of a job at that) can do to help a business tycoon currently fighting a vicious mayor, but there has to be something. Right? Please, please, give me some encouragement, because this picture is a pretty bleak one.
I’ve talked with Magnus and Joyce about holding a press conference and denying the Daily Journal's’ article, but Joyce advised me against it. The scandal is still fresh on people’s mind, and having me talk to the public would be like pouring gasoline on top of a raging fire. Besides, Magnus forbade me from doing it; he told me it was because a press conference like the one I had in mind would do nothing for his company, but I know that it was because he doesn’t want to see me being ripped to shreds by the press.
This is chaos. Absolute chaos. And it all happened because I was a naive girl who believed I could serve justice to a man I didn’t even know. Look where that got me, huh? The man I love is facing financial ruin, and… and then there’s the child I’m carrying inside my belly.
I lay one hand on top of my belly, absent-mindedly caressing my still unnoticeable lump, and that’s when I notice a shadow falling over me.
“How many weeks are you?” I hear a feminine voice say, and I turn my head around to see a woman I’ve never met before. She isn’t much older than me, not yet in her thirties, and there’s an easy-going aura around her, almost as if she had reached the pinnacle of happiness. She’s wearing an expensive dress, one that compliments the curves of her body, and she looks like she stepped out from a cover magazine. Which, of course, makes a lot of sense; I’ve already seen her face in the cover of a magazine.
“Natalie Trask…!” I whisper in disbelief, my jaw hanging open, and she just smiles and sits across the table.
“How many weeks?” she asks me again, gently smiling and waving at my belly.
“How did you…?”
“I’ve been where you are. Penny, isn’t it? And you have that ‘distressed mother’ look, you know?”
I look at her, having no idea what to say, and let my hand fall from my belly. This is Natalie Trask, an
d I don’t really have nice things to say about anyone with the Trask name. Did Laurel send her? And how did she even find me here?
“Don’t worry, Penny, I have nothing to do with Laurel. She might be my husband’s sister, but that doesn’t mean I get along with her. In fact, you might say we butt heads more often than not,” she says, and I can’t help but trust her. She was involved in a pretty big scandal of her own two years ago, where she got involved with Parker Trask, the mayor at the time. They plunged the city into chaos, but she stood by the man she loved right until the very end.
“I’m sorry, I… I don’t understand,” I finally manage to say, remembering not to let my mouth hang open.
“Well, don’t hate me, but I asked Parker for some help and he pulled a few strings so that I could find you here,” she says, and my mouth hangs open once more. Why would Natalie Trask be looking for me? “Look, I know my sister-in-law, and I’ve been in your shoes before. I can’t simply stand aside and let Laurel have her way. Besides, you remind me of myself, Penny.”
“Me?” I ask her, pointing at myself stupidly. Natalie Trask is one of those women who seems to have been born to rule the world, a take-no-shit-from-anyone attitude etched deep in their DNA, and I can’t help but be surprised by the fact that she’s comparing herself to me. Hell, we’re talking about the woman who founded a sex toy company in her apartment and turned it into a million-dollar operation, and all that while dating the New York City mayor… which, turns out, was her own stepfather. Rings a bell?
It’s kinda weird to think about, in a way. I mean, this is the woman who developed the vibrator bullet I used with Magnus on our little ride through Manhattan.
“You,” she whispers, reaching across the table and grabbing my hand. “You remind me of myself, and I really wish I could help you. But I can’t pull Parker into this without plunging the city into chaos again, and no one wants that. But I can give you some advice.”
“Please do.” I sit up straight in my chair, looking into her eyes as I make sure I listen attentively to whatever she’s going to tell me.
“Have you ever used any of my toys?” she asks me slyly, and I feel warm blood rushing to my face. “I see you did, good,” she continues, my embarrassment the only answer she needs. “Maybe you don’t know it, but my vibrator bullets do more than just vibrate.”
“What do they do?”
“Well, they do something that might help you out. You see, Penny, sometimes the truth is like a rotten tooth… It just lies there, uselessly, and you have to pull it out and bring it into the light, even if sometimes you have to use unsavory methods.” Then, grinning wickedly at me, she pauses for a few seconds for dramatic effect. “My bullet can help with that.”
I look at her and her eyes sparkle.
“It can record conversations,” Natalie says with a smile.
I lean forward in my chair, suddenly feeling as if I’m conspiring with a woman I’ve known forever.
“Tell me what to do.”
The New York Daily Journal
Reap What You Sow
Gossip Central on Page Eight. From the Desk of Vicky Durner - All the gossip you never even knew you needed to know!
Good morning Gotham.
One week.
That's what my spies are telling me is the length of time that the city's #1 Douchebag Magnus Davion has until his Board of Directors holds a session to evaluate whether he's fit to lead his company.
I know it sounds like a big step and our hearts may go out to Magnus, but it's important to realize that we should only feel compassion for someone who deserves it.
We really should not feel any sort of empathy for Mr. Davion—a serial breaker of hearts who has left a trail of women broken and battered in his wake. While there are no claims that he has ever raised a hand against them, I'm sure the emotional turmoil that he has caused women is plenty. We all know that the pen name Vicky Durner is used for the gossip columnist for Page Eight of the New York Daily Journal, but there are other reporters who write these articles. But one thing is for certain. Every single person involved with Gossip Central on Page Eight is unified in their complete and utter disdain for Magnus Davion.
In fact, the whole scandal involving his stepdaughter, once the initial loathing wears off, isn't surprising.
Leave it to Magnus Davion to only look at women as sex objects. Nothing more.
Rather than cherish and celebrate his stepdaughter, what does he do instead?
He treats her like he's treated every single woman in his life.
A vehicle for satisfying his sexual desires.
There's a lot to be said for the woman, Penny Wright, herself in these matters. I mean, we at the Gossip Desk understand that she used to work for us and that she's the daughter of the Editor-In-Chief, but who really sleeps with their stepfather? Who even tries to tempt someone into doing that?
Was there two-directional flirting? Because if so, her feet deserve to be held closely to the fire as well.
There's a word for people like her. Before it was not accepted to use it to describe women, we would use the following words.
Slut.
Harlot.
Trollop.
Tramp.
Those are all adequate descriptions for a woman with the character and temperament to not only receive and welcome advances from her stepfather, but to actively seduce him as well.
It is our sincere hope that the Equinox Tower project be pulled from Davion Development, and that Magnus Davion be exiled from the company he founded. Such a large and powerful company does not belong in the hands of that man.
And who exactly is that man?
An uncouth and barbaric man-child on his best of days.
And a dangerous and scheming sexual predator who has the forked tongue to seduce an entire city on his worst of days.
New York City is much better off without Magnus Davion.
It's time the rest of us woke up to that reality. This man is nothing but the Devil himself.
Penny
I never thought I'd be here. Standing outside the Editor-In-Chief's office. After I'd been let go so unceremoniously.
But there's no other option. There's no other choice in the matter.
Magnus doesn't know that I'm here. I haven't told him. It's what I need to do. For Magnus.
For our baby.
The door opens and an Assistant Editor that I don't recognize walks out. Mom's been replacing a lot of the people in the top spots lately. But now it makes sense.
What she's doing is pure and simple character assassination. And a lot of old hands at the Daily Journal wouldn't have stood for it. They'd have either refused to do what she was asking and been fired, or resigned.
They certainly wouldn't be crawling back here for a desperate attempt at mercy.
At least that's what it seems like to me—a desperate attempt—as I walk into Mom's office.
No, she wasn't expecting me, okay. That's why she looks surprised. I didn't call ahead or do anything.
"I need to talk to you, Mother," I tell her.
She's silent. She wasn't expecting this.
Good. Maybe I have the element of surprise. Maybe I can penetrate through that shell.
"I need to tell you something," I say trying to draw strength from the silence.
But it's like Mom reads my thoughts, you know?
Because she breaks that silence with a simple, "What is it?"
I take a sigh. And I say the words that I'd never thought I'd have to utter.
"I'm sorry, mother," I say. Now she really is surprised and her eyes go wide. "I should've never crossed you in the first place."
Mom looks at me in silence.
"I should've done what you said when you said to do it, but I didn't," I tell her. "I should've realized the kind of monster that Magnus was."
"That Magnus is," my mother says, bringing me back to the present tense. "He hasn't changed."
I wince. This feels like a betrayal. M
aybe if I say nothing then Mother will take my silence as consent.
"But I don't know why you say such a thing, baby girl," Mom says in a sing-song voice as she stands up from her desk and walks around it. "Magnus is by all definitions, a perfect man."
My eyes flash and I look to her. How can she say such things?
I watch her as she walks to the door to her office and closes it.
"He's handsome. He's kind. Gentle. With a generous and compassionate soul. He's fun. Distracting. Engaging. Lively. Irreverent, but when he falls in love with you, well, you better be holding onto something," she says, looking straight at me. "Am I right?"
She's expecting an answer. But I can't answer. I came to beg for forgiveness and save Magnus. He would be enraged if he knew I was here.
But I can't let that stop me.
"I'm waiting for an answer, girl," Mom asks, harshly. "He's very easy to fall in love with, yes?"
I sigh.
I can't lie about this.
I nod my head. "Yes," I say. "He is very easy to fall in love with."
Mom smiles.
"I know," she says. "That was the plan all along."
I look to her. She has more surprises for me than I did for her.
"Oh, Magnus was the perfect man for any woman," Mom says out loud, walking to the window to her office overlooking the hustle and bustle of Times Square. "But I never liked men. I never liked the man who was your father. I only married Magnus for his wealth and connections. I honestly don't know why he stayed with me."
And then the part that shocks me the most.
"We never even consummated the marriage. He never once stuck that fabulous cock that he must be pleasing you with inside of me. I never let him," Mom says.
That can't be.
Mom looks at me and I notice something for the first time.
A complete lack of emotion. A lack of morals. Or compassion.
It’s like staring into a soulless pit of darkness.
“Yes, girl, I lied to you the entire time. Magnus never once cheated on me. But you can figure that out by now that something didn’t add up, I’m betting,” she says to me with a cruel smile. “He was a fool to stay with me as long as he did once we married.”