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I was in quite the predicament.
     
    “Here's the thing, Dixie.  You made your own bed here, darling.  You're the one who decided to follow me thirty miles and peer into my bedroom window.  You are the one who fell down and hit your head.  I could have done anything to you in that moment, but I didn't.  So, while it may not appear that way on the surface, I am being very merciful to you.  And from now on, the decisions are all mine to make.  So, I'm going to sink my cock deep into your wet, curious pussy and Trigger here is going to watch every hard inch go in.  Now, I'm no rapist, so I am going to need you to tell me that you consent to all of this.  Go ahead.”
     
    I was stunned.  I looked over at Trigger, his dark shadow staring imposingly at me from the corner.  I could barely make out his face and I wondered if all he was going to do was watch.  What if he decided to join in?  Did I have any say about that?  Probably not, I deducted, when I turned to look at Jackson again.  The determination on his face told me everything I needed to know.  And if I was honest with myself, I knew he was right.  He had looked right through me and exposed my innermost thoughts.  How could I deny that I wanted him, that I wanted everything he had to give me, and that yes, indeed, I wanted Trigger to watch, that I wanted Trigger to do more than watch?  I wanted everything they wanted to give me and I would have been a fool to deny it.
     
    “You're right, Jackson.  I want it.  I want you, I want you to fuck me with that beautiful cock between your legs.  And I want Trigger to watch,” I looked over at Trigger and tried to smile through my tears, “Thank you so much for that!  Thank you for seeing right through me, for seeing the parts of me that I was afraid to admit to myself.  I'm so sorry for spying on you, but I'm not sorry for getting caught.  Because I needed to get caught.  And I need you.  Please fuck me.  Fuck me as hard as you can.”
     
    Jackson's eyes flashed as he nodded at me.  Sternly, he began barking orders at me.
     
    “Stand up and take off your clothes.”  I did as instructed, my legs wobbling uncontrollably.  As I stood there, naked and trembling in front of him, I took in his youthful body again.  My body shivered in anticipation.  I wanted to throw myself at him, press my flesh against him unabashedly, but shyness and fear held me back.  Bravely, I stood in front of him, meeting his gaze with all the confidence I could muster, which wasn't much.
     
    “Lay down.”  I was so thankful to hear him say that, knowing my pretense wouldn't have lasted long.  Lying back on the bed below him, I looked up and for the first time noticed the mirror hanging on the ceiling above his bed.  How ironic, I thought.  I would get to watch, too.  It was perfect.
     
    Jackson took the bottle of whiskey from the table, and I watched, mesmerized, as he tipped the bottle over my naked breasts and poured the cold, amber liquid onto my bare skin.  I gasped and shivered with the coldness, but in one swift movement, Jackson put the bottle back on the table and then descended on my waiting body, his full lips and soft tongue working over my tender flesh, licking up every trace of the intoxicating concoction.  His mouth felt magnificent, and I shuddered against him, pushing my fingers into his soft hair, pulling his head and mouth and flesh against me. 
     
    My legs wrapped around his torso as he kissed my nipples and chest, his tongue trailing up my neck and cheekbones, until his mouth demanded mine, his kiss flaming with heat and whiskey and passion as his tongue entered my mouth, seeking a connection.  My entire soul melted beneath him as I succumbed to his desire.  I softened below him, submitting to his kiss, his body, his fire.
    His kisses turned rough and demanding as he sensed my submission.  The hardness between his legs pressed into my naked center, my juices bathing his throbbing cock