Page 29 of Madness

I’m the warden, the jabberwocky, and my job is to keep them all here until such a time they are deemed fit enough to rejoin the public.

I’m also utterly infatuated with the woman under me. Her red locks fan around her like a blaze of fire, and I do not doubt that if she evermanages to escape, she’ll burn this place to the ground for everything she has suffered.

I shift us both, pulling my cock from inside of her, and she clenches her body, wanting to keep me there, but I soothe my hand down her to her clit, working her body until it’s coiled so tightly that I can feel her stirring as the sedative starts to wear off.

I lay behind her on the couch, shucking my trousers off in the process, and lay her down in front of me.

Grasping her leg, I hike it over mine and burrow myself back into her in one swift moment.

Groaning into her hair, I resist the urge to bite down on the flesh of her neck, marking her as mine for anyone to see so they know who she belongs to.

I may share Red’s heart with others, but she’s still my woman, and I can never bring myself to give her up, even when I have the rare moment of guilt that what we are doing is wrong.

“Mm,” she moans, and I grin wickedly as she shifts, burrowing me deeper into her.

“That’s it, my love. Take my cock,” I say, shifting my hips. I pull out, then slam back into her, over and over again, until the telltale moans from her pretty fucking mouth let me know she’s awake and loving every part of this.

“Jameson?” she whispers groggily, her hand reaching behind her and tangling in my onyx black hair.

“Yes, my love?” I murmur, not wanting to break this moment between us.

“Make love to me,” she says, and I kiss her exposed shoulder so fucking tenderly, my lips lingering on the soft spot there.

I hate how vulnerable her voice sounds and I shift us once again until I’m towering above her.

Her eyes are glassy, and for a moment, my black heart stops inside of my chest, the sight freezing me in place.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, wiping a stray tear from her wet cheek.

“I feel alive,” she whispers brokenly, “I feel alive here with you, and the moment I leave this room, I feel like a piece of me is chipped away each time.”

“Then stay here with me, where I can protect you.” I plead.

If I had it my way, she would sleep in my quarters with me, in my room, and never leave. I’d give her anything she ever wanted, and I’d make sure no one could get to her ever again, but she never takes my offer – no matter how much I beg.

“I can’t.”

“I know.”

Her hand reaches between us, and her fingers wrap around my shaft, guiding my cock back inside of her wet heat.

“Make me feel alive, Jameson. Make love to me and fill me with your come until you are dripping from me,” she says, pulling my face down to hers and fusing our lips together.

“Are you sure?” I ask, wanting to make sure. My heart stutters at the wicked smile she awards me with.

“Fuck me, Wocky, or I’ll finish the job by myself,” she threatens.

I growl, grabbing her wrists and holding her arms above her head, “The only people who get to fuck you are me and him. You want another cock to add to your collection? Then you beg me for it, and until I know they won’t tear out your heart from your chest, I will guard it like a dragon guarding his treasure. Because that’s what you are, Red – my treasure. I want to hoard you, to lock you away so nothing can ever take you from me, but I know you would suffer, and I may be a possessive bastard, but you are my everything.” I sink my cock into her, her back arches from the soft material below us, and I hold myself still for a moment until her eyes flutter open, “Do you understand the lengths I would go for you, Red?”

I stare into her brilliant blue eyes, and a part of me wishes to lose myself in her, to forget all about this place and take her and run, but I cannot.

The other residents of Wonderland count on me to protect them from the evil that lurks in this place, driving them further to madness and accepting bribes to keep them here.

I swore that I would change Wonderland, and I’ve been here three years now, and all I’ve managed to accomplish is clearing out the corrupt guards down in solitary and protecting Hare.

“I understand. Now make love to me, Jameson,” she growls, slamming her lips to mine, and I happily oblige, driving my cock into her with vigour.

She claws at my back, her sharp nails raking down the skin – marking me as hers.

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