100 Days

“Can we go… somewhere private?” I say, not wanting to open up to him in a crowded street. This isn’t going to be easy, especially now that he wised up to what’s going on, and the last thing I need is an audience. Without bothering to reply, he turns on his heels and heads inside One57. I follow after him, getting inside one of the elevators, and I realize that my mouth’s so dry my tongue feels like a jagged piece of charcoal.

He leads the way toward his apartment and, once we’re inside, the door locks behind us, and he turns to me and folds his arms. His smart eyes are locked on mine, and I know there’s no getting away from this without telling him the whole truth. Which is exactly what I wanted to do in the first place, except now he must think he’s forcing my hand.

“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 stepdaughter 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 stepdaughter. “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.