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I barrelled through it just to see Jackson push her roughly towards the bed. She fell forwards and immediately pushed her arms above her head and gripped the sheets; she parted her legs shoving her ass in the air towards him. Her short skirt rose and she wore nopanties.
“Punish me, baby. I’ve got you somad.”
“Jackson!” Ishouted.
She laughed as she looked atme.
“It’s just role-play, sweetie. Join us? You’ll have fun. Jack loves this; he needs this. Look at him; he can’t even hear you. Watch us, sweetie, watch him fuck my ass. He likes to come all over my face, don’t you, baby?” shesaid.
My stomach heaved. “Shut the fuck up,” Igrowled.
“Honey,” Dexter’s tone of voice was low, making it clear it was awarning.
“She needs to know, Dex. Can he choke you and you enjoy it, love it even? Can you take a slap to your ass?” She looked at me as she spoke, and I watched Jackson as he reached forwards and wrapped her hair in his hand. He twisted it before yanking her head back. I heard her hiss inpleasure.
“Jackson, don’t, please,” Isaid.
She was right; it was as if he was in a trance, totally lost tome.
Dexter walked towards him; he stood between Jackson and her. He spoke quietly. For a minute or so there was nothing other than the sound of Dexter talking Jack down. I’d held my breath, feeling my heart beat furiously against mychest.
It was only then that I allowed the tears to fall. When he turned to look at me, I saw such anguish on his face but I was gone. I turned andran.
I heard my name being called as I pulled a rack of boxes over after me. Bottles of beer smashed on the floor, halting whoever was chasing me. I ran through the door and back into the bar. It had emptied. I spotted Jackson’s car keys on the side and grabbed them as I ranpast.
I was in the car and trying to calm the shake to my hand, so I could get the key in the ignition, when Jackson ran through the bar door and into the car park. I slammed my hand on the door lock as he tried to wrench itopen.
He was shouting out my name as I fired up the car and ground it into drive. He ran after it as I drove from the car park. I watched in the rear-view mirror as he fell to his knees. He cradled his head in hishands.
My heart was telling me to stop, turn the car around, and go back to him. My head was telling me to get the fuck out of there. I wasn’t sure what I’d witnessed, it had all happened so fast. One minute we were dancing, the next, it looked like he was about to fuck her from behind without any regard for me. And what the fuck was she saying? Her words swam through my mind as I drove. Was that what he liked to do? Choke, slap, fuck arse. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get the words to leave my mind. Those were things I’d never entertain. Yet I’d helped him hurt. Confusion washed overme.
I tried my hardest to remember the route. I had no idea what I was going to do when I arrived home, though. I could hardly lock him out from his ownhouse.
I struggled to see, my tears blurred my vision, and my hands shook on the steering wheel. I saw the house come into view and screeched to a halt. It then occurred to me that I didn’t have a door key. I fumbled with the keys attached to the car key, in the hope one would open the front door, none did. I ran around the side of the house and through the beach car park. All the doors leading off the balcony were locked. I slid down my bedroom one, andcried.
