Page 58 of Madness

“I…I need…” I struggle to form the words, my body too lost in the sensations he was drawing out of me.

“Say it.” He demands, his fingers pausing, “Tell me what you need.”

“You,” I whisper, “I need you.”

“Good girl,” he growls, rewarding me with a deep thrust of his fingers, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. “Now, let’s see how much more you can take.”

He continues his assault, each movement calculated to bring me closer to the brink. I sob, the chains cutting into my wrist even when they are padded as I struggle against them.

“Harder,” I beg, my voice raw with desperation, “Please, Jameson, harder.”

“As you wish.” He obliges, his pace increasing, pushing me further into the abyss. “Feel it, Red. Feel me.”

My whole world narrows to the point where his fingers work inside of me, and ecstasy runs through my veins. I scream, the sound echoing off the walls.

“Yes, yes…” I chant, my body convulsing with tremors.

He slows his movements, drawing out my climax, and I sag into the mattress below me, my body spent.

He kisses me, a deep, claiming kiss that seals us together, and I melt into him, surrendering to him completely.

As our kiss deepens, Jameson’s hands move with precision, removing my clothes from my body.

The cool air brushes against my skin, raising goosebumps, but his large, warm hands soon follow, stroking and caressing every inch of exposed flesh.

I arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips as his fingers trace patterns on my chest.

“You’re so beautiful, my love,” he whispers. His words send a rush of warmth through me.

Jameson always acts so strong, keeping himself at a distance, but when he looks at me like this – with absolute reverence in his eyes and utter devotion, I know my heart will never be safer.

He crawls onto the bed between my spread legs that are chained at the ankle and buries his head into my neck.

“You are the only place that has ever felt like home,” he whispers against my neck, his breath hot and intoxicating. “I. Love. You.” Jameson kisses up my neck between each word.

“I love you too.” I tilt my head back, giving him better access to the sensitive spot behind my ear, where his teeth graze lightly, sending sparks of desire shooting through my veins.

Jameson’s hands roam freely, exploring every curve and dip of my body – like he’s memorising it.

I gasp as his fingers hit a particularly sensitive spot, my hips bucking against the delicious pleasure even after he’s made me see stars.

He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against my skin as he continues hisslowexploration, drawing out my pleasure slowly – deliberately.

“Jameson,” I moan, my voice thick with need, “please.”

“Twenty-four hours is a long time, Red. Let me take my time.”

He captures my lips again in a searing kiss, his tongue dancing with mine as his hands slide beneath me, lifting me slightly to deepen his assault on my senses.

My back arches into him, pressing me closer, my body craving his touch.

Breaking the kiss, Jameson trails his lips back down my neck, pausing to nip playfully at the juncture between my shoulder and neck.

His hands skim over my stomach, cupping my aching breasts, his thumbs flicking over my hardened nipples.

I writhe beneath him, the chains clinking softly in counterpoint to the symphony of sensations he’s orchestrating within me.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs, his voice husky with arousal, and the impressive bulge in his pants presses into me.

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