"Jackson, I can't-" I couldn't continue talking, feeling like I was going to explode from the sensations I was experiencing. Jackson's tongue on me felt almost painful, my bud sensitized even more by my climax. I was riding the edge of pleasure and pain, wanting to escape it as much as I wanted to revel in it. When I climaxed again, I felt like I was going to pass out, the convulsions so strong and powerful.
As I came down from my high, I saw Jackson unbuckling his belt and shoving his pants and boxer briefs down. His erection looked imposing, jutting out with the end glistening with pre-cum.
"I'm going to fuck you and come inside you, Emma. Lift up your legs."
I didn't even think to protest as I lifted my legs, not caring about the flare of triumph I saw in Jackson's eyes. There was no gentleness as Jackson slammed into me, his eyes glittering as he watched me cry out and bow my back. I felt pure pleasure ratcheting through me, my passage so slick that he slid in easily. He began to move in and out of me, holding my legs up so that he could sink himself deeply into me.
"That's right, sweetheart. Take me in. You feel so damn good."
"Jackson!" I cried out, not believing that I could feel the pressure mounting again. Even in our wildest lovemaking, Jackson had never made me come more than twice in a row. I didn't think it was possible.
"That's it, baby. Let go. Let go and let me take care of you. You're mine. You're mine to fuck."
"Yes, yes!" I sobbed, my head thrashing restlessly from side to side, unable to control my reactions.
"Say it!" Jackson sounded hoarse but there was a powerful intensity to his voice.
"I'm yours. I'm yours to fuck. Please, Jackson. Please fuck me!" I was mindless with pleasure, in that moment wanting Jackson to mark me as his.
Jackson gripped my buttocks, holding me in place as he pounded me mercilessly, his hard shaft battering my softness until I screamed out in ecstasy. I heard a shout as Jackson joined me, pumping his climax into me, my convulsions milking his shaft.
Jackson fell on top of me, still inside me, and the haze slowly lifted as I realized what we had done. I felt shame at our animalistic coupling. This wasn't love, this was dominance.
Jackson stilled my hips with his hands when I made a move to slide away from under him. He lifted his head, sweat running down his face and dampening his hair.
"No," he said in an implacable voice. "I'm staying inside of you. I need to make sure you keep every drop of me."
I shoved him hard, taking him by surprise as he fell back, his shaft sliding out of me.
"Are you crazy!?" I screamed, shaking with revulsion at the way we had fucked. I could feel his semen running down the inside of my thighs as I stood but I didn't care. I was just as angry with myself as I was at Jackson, but it was easier to direct all my rage at him. "I'm not a fucking animal and I don't belong to you!"
Jackson scrambled up as I pushed down my skirt, grabbing my purse and underwear from the floor.
"Wait, Emma," Jackson said, sounding panicked. "I'm sorry. I just-"
"I don't want to hear it," I hissed, looking at him as if I didn't recognize him. "For the last time, leave me alone! I don't know why you brought me to this sick fucking shrine to our relationship. Our relationship was shit and I want to forget it ever happened!"
Jackson's face was ashen as I hurled the poisoned words at him, wanting to wound him. He looked broken as he watched me leave but I didn't care as I slammed the door behind me.
Chapter Seventeen
I didn't return to work afterwards, too sickened by what had transpired between Jackson and me. I called Marie, letting her know I would be out for the rest of the day and to call me if anything urgent came up. I fervently wished it were Friday so that I could have the weekend to lick my wounds in private, but since it was only Wednesday, I was determined to rebuild myself so that I could go into work the next day with my head held high.
I immediately took a long hot shower when I got home, wanting to wash the scent of Jackson off me. I couldn't stop reliving what had happened between us, replaying it over and over again in my mind. I couldn't forget the way he looked at me. Not with love and tenderness, or even pure passion, but with triumph and arrogance. A hunter conquering his prey.
But I couldn't blame Jackson entirely for what had happened between us. I had been a willing participant, eager to demean myself and wallow in physical pleasure. I was finally able to admit to myself that I still loved him. Despite the infidelity, despite the way he had treated me since we had met again, I still loved him. That's why I had let him treat me like a plaything to be used and tossed away. It was pathetic, and sickened me most of all.
I erected a mask of composure the next day when I strode into work, determined not to let my personal life affect my work. When I first noticed the stares, I just shrugged them off, attributing it to paranoia. I was feeling vulnerable so I reasoned that this was why I felt like I was being watched.
Marie flushed when I greeted her as I walked into my office, and I started feeling a prickling in the back of my neck. Was there something I was missing? Was something happening at work that I was oblivious to?
I was powering up my laptop when Celeste rushed into my office, practically bursting at the seams.
"You sure know how to keep secrets!" she exclaimed, a wide grin spreading across her face.
"What are you talking about, Celeste?" I had little patience this morning, and I had to make an effort to keep the bite out of my voice.
"Jackson Reynard, of course!" she crowed. "Pictures of the two of you are all over the internet."
I swallowed, feeling sick to my stomach. "I haven't seen the pictures."
Celeste's smile disappeared as she saw me pale, sitting down in the chair across from my desk. "I...I thought this was a good thing. I mean, you're dating a movie star, aren't you?"
I shook my head, feeling anxiety bloom inside of me. I quickly searched Jackson Reynard on the internet and almost threw up when I saw the pictures that came up. Several photos of our encounter yesterday at the restaurant that would be hard to explain away stared back at me. They had captured Jackson holding my wrist, looking down at me with a fierce expression as I glared up at him. Worse were the pictures of him dragging me out of the restaurant with a murderous expression. Unfortunately, Drew appeared in the photos as well and the tabloids were speculating about a love triangle. My stomach dropped when I saw that they had connected the dots and pronounced me the mystery woman from before, the woman that had been photographed with Jackson at Eleven Madison Park.