“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.
17
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.
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.