Dangerous Secrets

One wrong step in the city could get me killed, but I still could not stay away from him.

The vacation ended too soon and we all returned to the city. Mia went straight to her friends while I waited until late at night. My heart pounded as I used the spare key she had once given me for emergencies. I slipped into John’s penthouse like a shadow, the lights of the skyline glittering through the massive floor to ceiling windows.

John stood by the bar in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He looked up when I closed the door and his face tightened.

“Liana you should not be here,” he said quietly. “It is too risky after everything that has happened.”

I walked straight to him refusing to back down. “I needed to see you Daddy. The whole ride back I kept thinking about you inside me on that yacht. I could not wait.”

He let out a rough breath and set his glass down. “This thing between us is getting out of control. There are people watching us. Real dangerous people.”

“Then make me forget them for a while,” I whispered stepping close enough that my breasts brushed his chest. “I want you right now. On the balcony where the whole city can almost see us.”

John’s eyes darkened with that mix of hunger and warning I had come to love. “You are going to be the death of me little girl.”

He grabbed my hand and pulled me through the sliding glass doors onto the wide private balcony. The cool night air hit my skin as the city lights stretched out below us like a sea of stars. John spun me around and pressed me against the thick glass railing his body hard against my back.

“You really want this?” he growled into my ear as his hands slid under my dress. “Out here where anyone with binoculars could watch me fuck you?”

“Yes Daddy,” I moaned pushing my ass back against him. “I want your cock so bad it hurts.”

He yanked my dress up around my waist and pulled my panties aside. I heard his zipper then felt the thick heavy head of his cock rubbing against my already soaked pussy.

“Always so wet for me,” he muttered. In one smooth thrust he buried himself deep inside me making me gasp loudly.

“Oh fuck Daddy,” I cried gripping the railing. “You are so deep like this. Fuck me hard. Please.”

John gripped my hips and started pounding into me with powerful strokes. The sound of our bodies slapping together mixed with the distant hum of the city below. Every thrust pushed me harder against the glass my breasts spilling out of my dress as he took me right there in the open.

“You love this don’t you?” he panted against my neck. “Letting your best friend’s father fuck your tight little pussy where the whole world could see.”

“I love it,” I whimpered pushing back to meet his thrusts. “I am your dirty secret Daddy. Harder. Fill me up.”

He reached around and rubbed my clit while driving into me even deeper. The pleasure built fast and intense. My legs started shaking as I got closer.

“Come for me baby,” he ordered his voice rough. “Let me feel that pussy squeeze my cock.”

I came hard crying out his name as waves of pleasure crashed through me. John groaned and slammed into me one final time flooding my pussy with thick hot cum. We stayed locked together breathing heavily as the city lights twinkled below us.

For a moment everything felt perfect. Then his phone buzzed on the table inside. He ignored it at first kissing my shoulder gently.

“I should not need you this much Liana,” he said softly. “But I do. More than I have needed anyone in years.”

I turned in his arms and looked up at him. “Then tell me what is really going on. Who is Victor Kane and why is he after you?”

John sighed and rested his forehead against mine. “He is an old rival. My wife found out some things about his business years ago. Bad things. Before she could expose him she drowned under very suspicious circumstances. Kane has been circling me ever since waiting for a weakness. And now he has found one. You.”

I was about to ask more when bright headlights suddenly cut through the darkness below. A black car came speeding up the private drive straight toward the building entrance where I would have walked out.

“John look,” I said pointing.

He pulled me back from the railing just as the car swerved violently aiming right for the side exit I usually used. The engine roared as it jumped the curb.

“Get inside now,” John shouted pulling me through the doors. We barely made it before the car smashed into a parked vehicle right where I would have been standing. Glass shattered and alarms blared.

John grabbed his phone and called security while I stood there shaking. “They just tried to kill me,” I whispered.

He hung up and pulled me into his arms. “Not you. Us. They are sending a message. Kane knows about us and he will use you to get to me. I have been trying to keep you out of this but it is too late now.”

We heard footsteps in the hallway and Mia’s voice calling out. She must have come by after hearing about some commotion downstairs.

“Liana? Dad? Are you guys okay? I saw the crash from my car and got worried.”

John quickly straightened my dress while I fixed my hair. He opened the door looking calm.

“We are fine Mia,” he said smoothly. “Liana stopped by to drop off something you left at the villa. The car outside was just some drunk idiot.”

Mia looked between us her eyes narrowing slightly. “You two have been acting really weird since we got back. Is something going on I should know about?”

“Nothing at all sweetheart,” John replied but his voice sounded a little too careful.

I forced a smile. “Yeah everything is good. I should probably head home though.”

Mia did not look convinced but she nodded slowly. “Okay. Text me when you get home Liana.”

After she left John walked me to the private elevator. “Be careful. I will have security follow you tonight. We need to be smarter about this.”

I kissed him quickly before the doors closed. My body still buzzed from him but fear had settled deep in my stomach.

When I finally reached my apartment twenty minutes later I found an unmarked envelope on the floor inside my door. Inside was a phone. It lit up with a new video message.

My hands shook as I pressed play. The footage showed John and me on the balcony just minutes ago clear as day. His hands on my hips. My dress around my waist. Everything.

A text followed the video.

“I see everything. Next time I will not miss.”

I dropped the phone staring at the screen in horror. The danger was no longer just around us. It had followed me home.

And I had no idea how much deeper this nightmare would go.