Page 57 of Madness

“How long for?” my voice is hoarse, and the room spins for a moment – a clear sign the sedative is still in my body.

“Only twenty-four hours. I’m a selfish man, but I know how to share.”

“Then I’m ready. Claim me, Wocky, and show me I’m yours no matter who I let into my heart.”

He comes closer, trailing his hands down my body, igniting sparks of sensation, “For the next twenty-four hours, you belong to me.” His fingers toy with the chains, testing their strength, “Anything I want, anything at all.”

I shudder, anticipation coursing through me. “Jameson…”

“Shh, my love. Just feel,” he kisses my neck, his touch gentle but commanding.

His hand slides beneath my shirt, his thumb grazing my nipple.

A moan escapes my lips, betraying me.

“That’s it, Red. Give in to it. Give in to me,” his voice is a seductive whisper, pulling me deeper into his web just like he always does. “Let me take care of you.”

He pops the buttons on my shirt, and his mouth trails kisses down my chest, his teeth nipping light at my skin.

My body arches into his touch, the chains clinking softly in protest.

“Please…” I gasp, my body burning with need. “More.”

“As you wish.” He smirks, his hand sliding lower, finding the edge of my skirt. “Let’s play a little game, shall we?”

“I don’t know. We’ve played a lot of them lately.”

“And you love it.” He lifts the fabric of my skirt, exposing me to him. “Tell me, Red, how far are you willing to go?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“Then let me show you.” His fingers dance along my inner thigh, inching closer to their target. “Every boundary you have, I’ll push it.”

A shiver runs through me, both from his touch and the promise in his words, “Jameson, stop…”

“What’s your safe word?”

I don’t say anything because I don’t want him to stop… not really.

I like our games, how he plays my body like the perfect game of chess, and how it makes me feel.

“See. You don’t want me to, and I wouldn’t. You like the games we play, don’t you?” he leans closer, his warm breath fanning across my skin, “This is Wonderland, Red. There are no rules down here.”

His fingers reach their destination, spreading my folds, stroking gently.

I bite my lip, holding back a cry.

“Feel that? This is just the beginning.” His voice is thick with lust, and his brown eyes burn into mine.

He presses harder, his fingers exploring, and I writhe against the chains, my body betraying me.

“Yes, yes…” I moan, too lost in the sensations he was weaving, “Don’t stop.”

“Oh, I won’t.” he grins, his hand moving faster, skillfully driving me towards the edge, “not until you beg me to.”

My breath comes in ragged gasps, and my resolve crumbles under his touch just as it always does, “Jameson!”

“What is it, Red? What do you need?”

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