Page 84 of Madness

Harry’s fingers trail down the inside of my thigh, his touch sending sparks of lust straight through me.

He pauses, his fingers brushing gently over the sensitive flesh between my legs.

“Look at yi,” he sneers, “So wet. So fucking ready fir it. Yi really are my filthy little whore, aren’t yi?”

I moan, my head dropping forward as I surrender to him completely.

I’ve wanted this for years now, for him to make me his, and it’s everything I’ve dreamed of.

The others treat me like a queen, obeying me and looking after me, and me and Jameson struggle too much with who is in charge for me to ever surrender to him like this.

But Harry… Harry has had my heart for nearly ten years. Through his awkward, geeky years, and he’s grown into a man that I would let control me because I know he only ever wants what is best for me.

Harry’s fingers delve deeper, probing my slick folds, and I gasp at the sudden intrusion.

“That’s right,” he says, his voice thick with lust, “Take it, yi dirty whore. Show me how much yi love me using yi. Making yi mine finally.”

His fingers work their way inside of me, thrusting in and out with increasing urgency.

I can feel my body responding, my hips bucking as I chase the pleasure he’s building within me.

Harry’s other hand moves to my ass, squeezing the flesh roughly as he continues to finger me.

“Do yi like it when a use yi like this, Red?” he growls, his voice strained.

I nod, unable to form words as he works me perfectly, his words just pushing me closer to the edge.

Harry’s fingers dig deeper, his thumb rubbing against my clit in rough circular motions, and itbecomes too much for me to bear. I cry out, my voice breaking as I come undone.

Harry’s fingers slow as I ride out the waves of my orgasm, his touch becoming gentler.

He pulls his hand away, sucking his fingers into his mouth with a moan as I collapse onto the bed, my body trembling.

Harry leaves the room, returning with a washcloth.

He runs the rough fabric over me, washing away my arousal, throws it into the corner, and lays down next to me, pulling me into his arms.

“Ave dreamt o this moment fir years,” he says.

“Me too.”

“I’ve loved you for years, Mo ghràdh. Am sorry a never showed yi til now,” he apologises, kissing my forehead.

“Ditto, but I think I need a bit more time before I say it back,” I say, “I’ve wanted you for so long, but I’m not ready to fall completely in with you so soon, not when I’m terrified that you’ll pull away again when you get scared.”

“A winna rush yi. Just promise no ti leave me behind.”

“Never.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

I lean back in my chair, my eyes narrowing on Abe as he paces back and forth in front of us.

The session has ticked on for nine hundred seconds… a full fifteen minutes, and I’m on the verge of losing my sanity if he doesn’t start the session soon.

The familiar ticking of the watches on my ankles helps me to count, allowing me to regulate my breathing so the itchiness under my skin doesn’t take over.

There’s a plan for every session, and Abe seems to like to push it later and later each week to drive me over the edge.

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