Chapter 21 #2
Jackson pulls out, swipes the phone off the floor, and answers it on the fourth ring.
“Yes?” he says with a tone of annoyance.
A muffled voice comes through the line, and Jackson's eyes flicker toward me.
“That is correct. She will be intact as long as you keep your word.” The voice answers something that I can't quite make out, but as a response, Jackson makes his way over to me, phone in hand.
Stroking his cock, he pushes himself back in.
A moan escapes my mouth, and he smiles at me before turning his attention back to our caller.
“Twenty-four hours. At the place we discussed.
No cops. No one else with you, or she dies.
Don't try bullshit. I can tell if you've got someone with you or not.” His cock shifts so that his head hits an entirely new angle, one that I've never experienced before.
Oh god. “You won't be speaking with Madelyn tonight. But I will grant you this.” He tosses the phone down on the floor beside us.
I glance down to see that the call is still going.
“Eyes on me, Madelyn,” Jackson orders as he takes hold of both of my thighs.
He uses his arms to hold me still as his cock moves in and out.
“You’ll look at me while I fuck you.” My heart skips at the way he finally said my name.
Not little fire. Madelyn. Just that was almost enough to make me come unglued.
He thrusts harder, causing my whole body to bounce against him.
I force myself to maintain eye contact, even though a part of me wants to look away.
I’m losing my resolve, and I know I shouldn’t.
But when his cock hits a certain way, my whole-body shudders.
A wave of pleasure builds from my center, threatening to spill out at any moment.
“Yes,” I murmur, surprising myself. Where did that come from?
“You’re just mine, hum?” His hand pulls away from my thigh to find its place at the center of my throat. I break eye contact to peer down at the phone. There’s no one on the line.
Jackson squeezes me, bringing my attention back to him. “He’s gone. Now it’s just you and me.”
I bring my hands to his wrist that’s attached to my throat and situate them so that my hands are on top of his. It’s almost as if I’m pleading with him to continue. Please choke me. Use me. Because that’s all I’m worth, anyway. “Just us?” I croak out.
He holds me tighter. “That’s right,” he whispers while keeping eye contact.
The feeling of his cock this deep, hitting against me this way, will make me cum in a matter of seconds.
I am not ready for such a release. My eyes waver as they close, a sign of my mind trying to fight against my heart.
I don't need to give him this. Not a direct line into my soul, as he forces an orgasm out of me.
“I want all of you,” he says, his voice deep. “And I'll keep going no matter how long it takes. Look at me, little fire. Look into my eyes as we cum together.”
Oh. My attention snaps back to his face, wondering if he really means it.
Maybe my walls aren’t the only ones crumbling.
Jackson nods in approval as he moves one hand to my clit while the other stays wrapped around my throat.
His fingers stroke my swollen center while his cock matches the rhythm.
Pleasure, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, spreads from my middle to beyond.
My nipples perk from the sensation of having Jackson everywhere…
touching, stroking, choking. Still, my eyes stay glued to his.
Almost as a silent dare of who will break contact first. I want to see him undone and the wall his built for himself slip.
He doesn’t waver. Instead, he only grows in intensity.
His pupils dilate. “How are you so goddamn perfect?”
I’m done for. The pleasure that was building tipples over. A scream escapes my mouth as I cum. My body trembles as I ride the wave that only Jackson has ever given me. With one last thrust, Jackson moans, his cock throbbing from his own release.
He stays in me for a few more seconds before pulling out.
As soon as he does, reality sets in, and I panic.
I let down my resolve and shouldn’t have.
A cold sweat starts at my temples at the same time my breathing picks up.
“Get me down,” I mumble. Tears form in my eyes.
How can something that feels so good be so horrible?
This man will literally be my downfall, and yet my body cums for him. Craves him even.
Jackson stares at me for a few seconds before doing what I asked.
His hands brush against my leg as he unravels the rope from above.
My skin, red and bruised from being confined, aches along with the muscles in my legs.
Once the rope is gone, Jackson attempts to put me down, but my legs collapse from under me.
“Bed,” I mutter, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep in my shame.
My body shouldn’t enjoy him like this. My mind shouldn’t either.
His arms wrap around me and pull me close.
We go toward the bed together in silence.
For that, I am grateful. The soft, cool fabric greets me as Jackson places me on the bed and covers me with the top blanket.
The weight of his body moves away, and I just know he’s trying to flee.
I can’t stand being alone in this room again.
I need a body to stay close, so the darkness doesn’t swallow me whole.
That’s the reason I tell myself as the words come out of my mouth, “Stay,” I whisper. “Stay with me.”