Page 27 of Madness

I clench, the foreign feeling something we have been working on, but I love how full he makes me feel even when I’m just in his company.

Jameson is overwhelming in all the best ways.

He has to be able to manage all of the patients in Wonderland accordingly, including me, even when he has his own methods for that.

His imposing figure is part of the ruse, but his bristling personality doesn’t win him manyfavours, and only I get to see the softer side of him – well, me and Hare.

Bright golden eyes always watch me, and his styled black hair makes him seem even more imposing than he actually is. His broad shoulders and 6’3 height add to how menacing he looks, and I hear how the other girls in Wonderland speak about him.

The power he holds is almost intoxicating – almost.

His calloused finger dips between my folds, rubbing my clit until I fall apart in his arms, my wetness soaking my thighs, and I whimper when he pushes two fingers inside of me without warning.

My nails dig into his shoulders, knowing he loves the pain almost as much as I do, and my legs shake as he works his fingers in and out of me.

I make no move to help him with the difficult situation in his trousers, knowing that it will come much later, and the game we are about to play is all part of his foreplay.

“Come for me, my love,” he whispers, his free hand pulling my head down to his and kissing me like I’m his very air to breathe, and I obey.

My orgasm makes my legs buckle, and I slump into his chest as aftershocks roll over me, my pussy clamping around his fingers like a vice stopping him from withdrawing them frominside of me, “Such a greedy little pussy, Red.” He chuckles, kissing me more softly this time.

“Are you ready?” Jameson asks, the vial and a cookie in his hand.

One stronger than the other.

“I am,” I say, reaching out for the vial – the strongest of the two.

“You know the stakes, Red. Drink or eat, and if you win before the drugs make you pass out – you get your freedom. If you don’t, I get to do whatever I wish with you,” he tells me, repeating the same thing he does each time, and my answer has and will always be yes.

It's no secret that we are together.

I wouldn’t get special visits each week in his office if we weren’t, but this game has been going on for years now, and I’ve never won.

He loves me, but not enough to let me escape this place and lose me forever.

Jameson is a selfish man who somehow doesn’t mind sharing my heart with others, but he will never let me leave of my own will – not unless I win.

I take my seat in the plush leather chair across from him, putting on my serious face and suppressing the giggle that tries to escape when he shakes his head at my antics.

I pop the cork on the vial, downing the contents, and grimace at the burn as it goes down.

“Are you sure, my love?” he asks me, “If you want to back out, then just say so, and I’ll lay you down on my couch and hold you until you wake.”

“We both know I will wake up with your cock inside of me either way, Wocky. Let me at least try to win my freedom first,” I joke.

Jameson’s face falls at my words, and I wince, knowing it’s a sore spot for him.

I love him just as he loves me, but I have a clock ticking above my head from my impending death.

She will never let me live.

“It’s your move,” he says, gesturing to the fallen queen. I pick her up and place her back onto the red square.

My hand hesitates over the piece, debating whether to move her now or to move a pawn instead.

The sedative in the vial is already working its way through my body, and I know that my time is limited in terms of how long I’ll be awake.

I rush, hating myself for giving into the blissfulness of nothing, and move the pawn one square, playing it far too safe, but Jameson only nods his head, moving his castle four squares forward from his last move, blocking my knight from taking his queen.

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