Chapter 16
Chapter sixteen
Madelyn
My pleasure began slowly but first came the pain.
I wasn't so sure I would make it through.
Losing my virginity was nothing compared to his cock taking my ass.
And yet, to my surprise, if I had actually had a choice, I'd let Jackson do it again.
He is the right type of escape; one that blurs the line between insanity and freedom.
As the pain subsides, my pleasure takes hold. Building. Reaching through me and on to him. The man who has taken me captive. That threatens my life. But yet, fucks me as if he'd rather have nobody else in the world. It doesn't make sense.
As he thrusts his fingers into my pussy, to the same rhythm as his cock, I lose it. I hear the words he orders. His name-calling stirs something in me. Not only my body but also my mind. "Can I cum?” I ask, even though the pleasure has already put me over the edge and the question is useless.
Jackson hesitates, studying my face before agreeing. Thank you, I want to say but fight the urge. Instead, I completely fall apart in a heap of trembles. “Jackson,” I call out, unable to hold my legs any longer.
His hand rubs the side of my face as he pulls out. “Greedy little thing,” Jackson shakes his head. “My name sounds good coming out of that mouth.” Suddenly, he shifts so that his cock is hovering over me. “Open for me.”
My heart hammers, “I’ve never done that before.”
“No?” Jackson’s eyes darken. “Sit up then, little fire. Let me teach you.”
He brings himself closer and takes my silence as obedience.
In truth, while staring at his cock, my words fail me.
I’m aware I’ve already taken him and handled it, but that was not my mouth.
I shudder as the warmth of his hand connects with my head.
He jerks at my hair and pulls my body back slightly before forcing himself into my mouth.
The movement was quick and calculated and caught me off guard.
My mouth strains to take all of his cock as he allows me a moment for adjustments.
Heat rushes to my cheeks as my teeth scrape against the top of his head.
Jackson tightens his hold on my hair and pushes farther in.
He moans, “First to own your ass and now first to take your mouth. I look forward to being the person who kills the man who took your cunt from me.” He thrusts, slowly at first. Pain reaches the top of my head as both of Jackson’s hands hold me in place.
“My cock would have enjoyed your blood coating it.” His thrusts become harder, faster, more dominating.
Saliva runs out of the side of my mouth at the same time tears form in my eyes.
Happy or sad tears, I am not sure. Jackson’s desire to own all my body should terrify me if logic had any place in my heart.
But logic disappeared the moment his cock slammed into me.
His head reaches the back of my throat and stays there.
He pushes himself further into my mouth until my lips reach the end of him.
The desire to gag is strong, unyielding.
Its pressure builds within me, and just as it is about to erupt, Jackson moves back slightly.
“Look at you, love. A fucking beautiful disaster with spit and tears running down your face. There’s only one thing missing.
My cum.” He edges himself up against the back of my throat and holds there.
“Your throat likes my cock.” His cock moves again, thrusting, until my face goes numb.
I can no longer see through the tears in my eyes.
His force is too strong. It’s not from pain but the impact of him.
Of his movements. Of how there’s a feeling building at my core that shouldn’t be happening.
Just as I think I may pass out, he releases his cock and points it at my chest. A grunt escapes him as cum shoots out, covering me all the way down to my belly button.
Jackson's thumb rubs against my skin, spreading cum all over. “You did this. With your fuckable throat.”
My face reddens, not at his words per se, but at the fact that I cannot hide what we've done. Not with the mess he’s made.
Nor can I say that I didn't like it. With every crude word and every fucking thrust, he released a part of me I didn't know was there. He makes me feel different and not at all like that little girl my stepfather abused. Like I do have some power and shouldn’t be ashamed of how he makes me feel good. At how much my body wants to feel this.
I should say something, I realize, but the words just don't form.
He pulls away from me, silently watching.
A darkness appears on his face, and for the first time since our game of chase began, I start to worry.
As I look around at my surroundings, it is more apparent to me than ever that Jackson could just toss me off the rock.
And he just might now that our little game is over.
Jackson adjusts himself next to me at the same time an icy breeze hits my face. The abrupt change in temperature causes me to shudder.
“Where were you headed before I found you? You must have had a safe place in mind,” he whispers, so quietly I almost didn’t hear.
His question catches me off guard. I risk a glance at him, but he's not looking at me. Instead, his focus is on the drop-off and the ground below.
“I… there was a place that a distant friend said I could stay at,” I force the words out.
His hands grip the edge of the rock. “How far away is it?”
Not liking where this is going, I reply, “Across state lines.”
“Who else knows about that place?” He says, while still refusing to look at me.
I force myself up and away from him. “Plenty of people.” If I say no one, he may try to locate that place once I’m dead.
His lip curls as he finally breaks his focus away from the ground. “Good to know.”
“You can’t go there,” I say. “They are nice people.”
“I don’t even know where there is, but whatever happens won’t be your problem.”
“I said you can’t.” I cross my arms, covering my chest. Deep inside I know I’m just toying with the devil and what the devil wants, he gets. But I just cannot at least try to defend my friends.
Jackson moves in a blur, and before I know it, snatches my arm.
His grip squeezes and drags me along the rock in one swift motion.
I scream and dig my heels into the ground before slapping him with my free hand.
He doesn’t slow down. Not until he swings me around and places my heels at the edge of the cliff.
Slowly, his grip loosens, forcing my body to sway.
My heart hammers against my ribs, the effect spreading pain across my chest. Jackson moves his hand to my neck, holding me in place.
I am neither on the ground nor in the air, but in a place of Jackson’s own doing.
He has me where he wants me, hovering between life and death.
Between obeying him or not. “I keep thinking about how broken you would be if I just let you go right now. How easy it would be to get rid of you and still get the money,” he whispers.
His eyes burn into me. “If I want to kill your goddamn friends, I will. If I want to slit their throats while they sleep and then take over their blood-soaked bed, I can.” He pushes me farther from the edge, so that only my tiptoes touch the ground.
“My impulses are rapid, and my anger for this world, too raw. My brother also made sure to tell me things I couldn’t do.
” Jackson makes no move to change my predicament.
Instead, he continues to stare at me. No, into me, eyes searching.
As if he’s trying to find a reason to let me live.
“That’s the worst thing you could have said to me,” he murmurs.
I close my eyes, waiting for the push that will send me over the edge.
“You can’t tell mom and dad. You can’t prove anything.” My brother would warn me every single time he did something cruel. “You can’t save them.” Jackson’s voice goes quiet.
My heartbeat rings in my ears, pounding for some kind of conclusion. Jackson steps back, allowing me to gain footing. “You want to hear the ugly truth, little fire? My brother was right. I couldn’t save my parents.”
Air fills my lungs as Jackson lets me go.
I collapse on the ground, heaving and coughing.
Before I can fully recover, his arm slips around my waist to place me upright.
However, he refuses to let me completely free.
Instead, he grips my upper arm. “We are leaving,” he orders, voice deep and dangerous.
I nod, looking at him now and seeing his crazed expression makes me regret everything.
He sees my expression and frowns. “Just walk.” He lets go of my arm to snatch my nape. “Just fucking go.”