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The Downfall of Emily Ann Pt. 02

byMaggieSparrow©

This is part 2 of an ongoing story. It can be read alone, but it would be best if you read part 1 first so you have some background.

*****

That night I went home, scrubbed myself raw in the shower and vowed that I would never see or talk to him again. He was sick. Twisted. Perverted. I wanted nothing more to do with him or with anyone like him.

Part of me wanted to run. To pack my things and move back to Miami or better yet to move farther away from him-maybe Siberia. I didn't want to run into him or even worse, the Sherriff.

Over the next few days it was the only thing on my mind.

I didn't watch TV, didn't read, and didn't call anyone. I didn't even finish unpacking because I really was teetering on the edge of boxing all my stuff back up, breaking my lease and moving. The thought of seeing the Sherriff or Officer Thompson again had me hiding in my house with the curtains drawn and the lights off. When the doorbell rang for the fourth time in as many days for one more pizza, I still jumped in fear.

All I could think was, 'What have I done? What have I done?' I was not the kind of woman who allowed herself to be bent over the back of a police car and let a perfect stranger finger fuck her ass. I wasn't!

Only...that was exactly what had happened and I'd allowed it. I'd participated in it.

When that thought entered my head I banished it, or at least tried to. I had not known that it was the Sherriff doing it. I'd thought that it was Officer Thompson. The man I'd gone there to have sex with, the man who I'd been attracted to.

*****

My week of seclusion went by with me getting nothing done and then it was finally time for me to start my new job. I was more than a little nervous, not really about the job, but more about having to be out in public. I drove through town slowly, not wanting to attract attention, and it was only when I was past the town limits that I felt safe.

The drive took longer than I thought it would and I realized how far from nowhere I would be most days. My new job was located in Olympic National Park and there wasn't a direct road through the mountains from my new town to my jobsite. I had known that in advance but houses were difficult to come by in this isolated part of Washington State so I had taken what I could find.

Though it was long, the drive was peaceful. I knew that once winter set in it would be treacherous, but that was why I'd bought my Jeep before I'd left Florida.

I finally got to the site and met my new colleagues. They were an unusual bunch made up of engineers, scientists, professors, park rangers, elders from the nearby Native American tribe and college students volunteering. It was my job to coordinate all of them into a cohesive working group that could finally finish an ecosystem restoration project of one of the rivers.

I was excited by the job, excited about what we were trying to accomplish, and happy to finally be doing something that I thought would matter. In Miami my work was more flash than substance and I'd been more than ready for a change.

At lunch time we finally broke up and went our separate ways. So far I liked everyone I'd met and I thought we had a good team.

I had just gone into my office for the first time and was trying to decide whether to get lunch first or start unpacking when someone knocked on my door. Even though he was more than an hour away from me and had no way of knowing where I worked, my heart still sped up in fear that it would be Officer Thompson.

It wasn't, thank God.

It was one of the professors on my team. His name was Kyle and he seemed like a nice guy. The fact that he was big, tall, blonde and had an amazing beard didn't hurt either. He was exactly what I'd wanted the men in the Pacific Northwest to be like.

He smiled when I opened the door and I couldn't help but smile back. He was everything that I had been hoping for when I'd left Florida.

"Hi, I just thought I'd stop and see if you wanted to get lunch with us?"

I thought about declining. After what had happened the week before a man was the last thing I needed. But he was cute and unlike Officer Thompson he seemed harmless, so I said yes and grabbed my purse.

It turned out that it was Kyle and two of his students, Greg and Eleanor, that I was joining for lunch. At first I was quiet and hesitant. Although I was only twenty-seven, college already seemed like it had happened in another lifetime. I sat back and listened as they talked and laughed about other co-workers.

At the end of the lunch, eaten at a small diner on the road to the park, I excused myself and went to the bathroom. When I came out I turned towards the front of the restaurant and that was when out of the corner of my eye I saw two dark blue uniforms.

I froze. My legs wouldn't move.

I looked to the front where Kyle was standing. He was looking at me and as I stood there in shock a look of concern crossed his face.

I turned slowly and saw seated at a corner table two police officers in dark blue uniforms. They looked up at me and it was only then that I realized it wasn't Officer Thompson or the Sherriff.

The two cops looked back at me in curiosity and I knew my face must have been deathly pale. I didn't know that Kyle had approached until he touched my arm. "Emily, you okay?"

I turned to him gratefully and swallowed the lump that was stuck in my throat. Still unable to talk I just nodded at him and he led me towards the front of the restaurant and out the front door.

It was only when we were in the car and I was buckling up my seat belt that I realized that Greg and Eleanor weren't with us. "Where are your students?" I asked.

"They just work at the park part-time. When she can, Eleanor picks up shifts here and today was one of those days so Greg just went back to their apartment."

I asked, "So they're a couple?"

He nodded as he put his truck in reverse and backed out of the parking space. "Yeah it's all new. Just a few weeks. They got close on the project. Which I have to say, thank God you're here. I hated being the third wheel in their relationship. At least now the numbers even out."

I smiled at him. He was cute. More than cute with his tousled blonde hair and thick beard. His blue eyes flashed and as he grinned back I couldn't help but notice that he had a beautiful mouth.

Just as we were about to pull out of the parking lot I noticed the two police cruisers that must have belonged to the cops inside. These cars were a completely different color than Officer Thompsons and as we moved past them I saw why. The officers in the restaurant were from a different county than he was.

I let out a breath at that. Thank God for small mercies. Even though I lived in his county at least at work I wouldn't have to worry about running into him.

Relieved I turned back to look at Kyle and asked him, "So how long have you been on this project?"

He looked over at me, "Since almost the beginning-2012. When they first announced what they were planning on doing there was a lot of uproar in the community and the state. But it was something that a lot of environmental people had been trying to get pushed through for years."

I nodded. I'd done a lot of research before I had applied for my new position. "I think," I said. "Once we have everything put back to the way nature intended it to be that a lot of people will see how great the restoration idea was."

He smiled at me. "I'm so happy to hear you say that. To know that you're on our side is amazing. I really expected someone horrible to get your job. Someone who wouldn't care at all."

His smile lit up his face and brought my gaze back to his mouth. He really did have the most amazing lips. Full and pink with a cupids bow top lip. It was a mouth made for sucking and biting.

I shifted in my seat. Despite the horrors that I had endured the week before my libido was still working fine if the twinge I'd just felt in my pussy was anything to go by. Without even meaning to I looked down at his lap. His dark green chinos were bunched up but even so I could see a bulge and not just a hint of one either. A nice, full bulge.

I was a connoisseur of men's bulges, had been since I was a teenage girl, horny and ready for anything. My sweet blonde professor was obviously packing a nice-sized cock.

I quickly looked away so that I didn't get caught checking him out, but as I stared out the window at the passing scenery I smiled. Maybe all hope wasn't lost for me. Maybe the week before had been a weird blip on an otherwise positive looking future.

"Penny for your thoughts?" He said.

I smiled at my reflection, oh if only he knew, and turned to look at him. "Just thinking how pretty the scenery is."

He nodded. "It is. I hope you'll like it here."

"Me too."

We smiled at each other and in that smile I felt all the promise of the future, of possibilities and a chance at something...something real. I wanted that more than I could say.

He cleared his throat and said, "So I heard you're from Miami. What made you move all the way across the country?"

I shrugged. "I just wanted a change of scenery. Everyone thinks I'm crazy for leaving Sunny Florida but I'm here to tell you it's not all it's cracked up to be."

He laughed. "You don't have to tell me. I like to take tropical vacations now and then but I'm more of a hiking and snow skiing kind of guy."

I looked at him seriously. "Those are both on my lists of things to do. I have to learn to ski and I want to start taking hikes."

His blue eyes narrowed. "Well I would be more than happy to teach you. That is...unless your boyfriend minds?"

I smiled at him. "No boyfriend. I'm as single as single gets."

His full lips turned up into a grin and I felt another little flutter in my pussy. God he had an amazing mouth.

*****

The rest of the day passed uneventfully and it was only as I was turning onto my street that the fear from the morning returned in a rush. The reason why was obvious. Sitting parked in front of my house was the silver police cruiser of Officer Thompson.

I thought about not turning in.

Of just passing my house and keeping going, but I didn't.

I couldn't be afraid forever.

I pulled in to my driveway and turned off my Jeep. I gathered my things and was about to open my door when a shadow fell across me. He was standing outside my car door with his thumbs hooked into his gun belt.

He shouldn't have looked sexy, he should have repulsed me after the things he had made me do, but he didn't and I knew that said more about me than it did him.

I took a deep breath and opened my door.

He didn't say anything he just took a step back.

"What do you want?" I asked him. It was better, I decided, to be on the attack.

He frowned and shook his head. "That's not a very nice way to talk to me after I haven't seen you in a week."

He was crazy. Gorgeous, but absolutely fucking crazy.

I pushed past him and as I did I said, "That's not long enough for me. Let's make it a year, no better yet, let's make it ten years before I see you again. Ok?"

He smiled at that. "Emily Ann are you still upset about what happened with the Sherriff?"

"Don't call me that!" I said and took a step towards him.

He quirked that stupid fucking perfect black eyebrow and laughed. "Why can't I call you Emily Ann? It's your name."

"No it's not! My name is Emily. No one but my Dad calls me that. But for you Officer Thompson my name is Ms. Gardner."

"I think we can be a little less formal than that don't you? I mean after all my tongue has been in your ass."

I blushed at that and tears of humiliation filled my eyes. I turned away from him quickly, before he could see, and walked towards my front door, but before I could open the screen door he was there and was holding it for me.

I looked at him in frustration. "Officer Thompson please go away. I don't want you here. I don't want to see you. I told you that last week."

He nodded and bent his head towards mine. "You said a lot of things last week in your embarrassment. That's why I gave you time to get over it. But you know as well as I do that there's a lot more between us."

I shook my head in desperation.

He was like an STD. No matter what I did he wouldn't go away.

"Officer Thompson I told you before. I do not want anything to do with you. There is nothing between us. What you let the Sherriff do to me, what you watched him do to me, was not what I wanted and where I come from that's called rape."

He grabbed my keys out of my hand and unlocked my door before I knew what was happening. He pushed the door open and rushed me inside before I could stop him. "That nosey old bitch across the street is watching us again."

"Good! Maybe she'll listen if I start screaming rape!"

He took a deep breath and I heard his teeth clash as he snapped his jaw shut. "Goddamn it! Would you stop fucking saying that? It wasn't rape!"

I backed away from him and nodded. "Yes it was. I didn't want him to touch me. I didn't want him to do those things to me!"

He stalked towards me. He was a huge man and he dwarfed my small house. With him inside all of the oxygen seemed to disappear. "Bullshit! You were just fine when it was me on my knees. When it was my tongue in your ass!"

I nodded at him and pointed a finger at him. "Yes exactly! When it was you. I was there to meet you. To have sex with you! Not some strange old man."

He sighed and put his hands up to his head to squeeze his forehead as if he suddenly had a blinding headache. "Emily you knew it was him. You heard me invite him to come over and eat your ass out! Why are we going around and around on this?"

I screamed in frustration. "Because you're not listening! When you said that, when you invited him to do that to me I said no. I struggled. But you were too big. You wouldn't let me go. That's rape Ryan."

He put his hands down and opened his eyes. "You've never called me by my first name before."

"Oh my God!" I screamed. "You don't listen! You never fucking listen to me!"

He started moving towards me again and my instinct made me back away slowly. I felt as if I was a tiny rabbit being stalked by a huge bear.

I tried one more time. "Please, I am begging you, please leave."

He shook his head and this time he seemed frustrated as well. "I can't. I really can't. This past week almost killed me. I have thought about nothing else but you for the past week. You're all I think about. I can't eat, I can't sleep. I spend most of my day with a hard-on because I keep picturing you bent over the back of my patrol car and my tongue in your ass."

My heart turned over in my chest and I knew that it was part fear but also, sickeningly, part desire. While his words scared me with the obsession that colored them, they also made my pussy throb. What was it about him that made me feel this way, both frightened and turned on at the same time?

"Emily please. Just let me touch you. Let me kiss you. I'll do whatever you want just let me put my mouth on you."

I was scared. Really, truly frightened.

The look in his eyes was far from sane, and that, combined with his physical power, made me feel helpless. I licked my lips. My mouth was as dry as the desert.

The words, when they came, were almost a whisper. "Get down on your knees."

"What?" He looked confused.

"I said, get down on your knees. Now!"

He took a deep breath and for a moment I thought he wouldn't do it, but then before I could say it again, he lowered himself to his knees.

I nodded at him and swallowed the lump in my throat. "Good boy."

He made a small sound at that and smiled.

"Give me your handcuffs."

His smile widened and he reached behind him to take them off his belt. I held my hand out palm up and when the cool metal touched it I flinched.

"Take your belt off and then your shirt."

The look on his face became serious and he nodded and began to do as instructed. When his heavy gun belt hit the floor an empty cup on the coffee table rattled. Part of me wanted to move the gun belt away from him, but I knew it didn't matter. He didn't need a weapon to control me, he had his size to do that.

He unbuttoned his dark blue uniform shirt quickly and peeled it off. When he was down to his white t-shirt I nodded and said, "That too. Take it off."

He reached down and grabbed the hem and pulled it over his head. It was the first time that I had seen his chest, that I had seen any of him, and I had to bite back my reaction.

His chest was heavily muscled and a light dusting of black hair fanned across his pecs and down towards his pants. While I liked guys with beards I didn't normally like hairy chests, and yet...here he was, the exact opposite. Smooth cheeked and hairy chested and for some unknown reason he was ticking all my boxes. My pussy was on fire.

"Now your pants."

My words were guttural. Raw. Even I could hear the desire in it. This was not going the way I had planned.

His green eyes never wavered from mine as he unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down. His underwear, cotton boxer-briefs, were red with a black elastic band and the front of them were tented by his rock hard cock.

"Your underwear too," I said and he nodded.

Time felt as if it slowed down as he pushed them down his legs. His cock, big and as thick as my wrist, sprung free and bobbed upwards. Holy fucking shit, he was huge.

He reached down and grabbed himself as I watched. His thumb brushed over a drop of pre-cum and he used his other fingers to spread it over the tip.

"I didn't tell you to do that."

My breathing was strained and fast now. Things were quickly getting out of hand.

He smiled and kept rubbing, "You didn't tell me not to."

"Stop!" I yelled at him and surprisingly he did.

He pulled his hand away and dropped it to his side.

"Don't do that again. Don't do anything unless I tell you to! Understand?"

He nodded. "Yes, Ma'am."

I took a deep breath. If I was going to get out of this situation. If I was going to get rid of him once and for all, I had to keep my wits about me.

"I want you to stand up slowly and take your shoes and socks off. Then when you're done with that take your pants and boxers all the way off."

He stood slowly, never taking his eyes from mine and followed my directions to the letter. When he was completely naked I told him to kneel down again and he did.

He sat back on his haunches and looked up at me. His green eyes were bright even in the dim overhead lighting. "Can I please touch you? He asked.

I shook my head. I had to stay in control.

I kicked his gun belt across the hardwood floor. Though it was heavy it stopped only when it met the front of my couch. He didn't even blink an eye.

"Turn around."

He didn't hesitate this time either. Slowly he sat back up until he was on his knees once more and then turned his body so that his back, with his hands still clasped behind it, was facing me.

I took another deep breath and lifted my shaking hands. Slowly and gently, as if working with a wild animal, I approached him. The handcuffs were damp from my sweaty hands and they rattled together as I moved them towards his wrists.

He didn't try to stop me. In fact, he moved his wrists so that I would be better able to cuff him. When they were shut and I was sure he wasn't getting out of them I backed away.

I watched his back warily, waiting for him to realize what was going on, what I was planning, but he sat as silent and still as a stone.

I moved over and stood over his gun belt. My knees felt like jelly as I bent down and unsnapped his gun from the holster. At that sound he did turn and his eyes met mine. He didn't look shocked or worried, he just looked curious. "What are you doing?"

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