Madness (Madness #1)

Chapter 19

Chapter Nineteen

I blink my eyes open, and the harsh fluorescent lights overhead make me wince.

Slamming my eyes closed does nothing to help the throbbing in my head, a dull ache that pulses in time with my racing heart.

I’m in solitary, chained to a bed – a familiar nightmare, but this time, it’s fun.

Jameson leans against the wall, a devilishly handsome smile on his face as he looks at me, “Are you ready to play, my love?”

“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?”

“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 his slow exploration, 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.

I groan, my mind clouded with desire and possibly some of the sedative. Struggling to form coherent thoughts, let alone words.

“You.” I manage to gasp out, “I want you.”

His brown eyes darken with lust, and he shifts his weight, positioning himself enough to strip his clothes off until he’s naked before me.

And what a sight it is.

His cock is aching, angry, and it bobs as he flexes. Jameson repositions himself between my legs, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, slick with anticipation, and I shudder, my body trembling with the need for release… again.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice growing rough with restraint.

I nod, my eyes locking with his, conveying the desperation swirling within me.

Make me forget.

Make me feel.

All things I want to say but I don’t because I don’t have to – he understands, he always has.

Jameson gets me more than anyone else ever has, and I owe him my life in return, but the only thing he ever asked for is my heart, even if only a piece because the other parts belong to the others.

I love easily, and I love hard.

I was never destined only to love one person. My soul would be far too restless, and souls are sensitive things.

Jameson never judged me for it, even when I was terrified to tell him I also loved Bander. He just kissed me, then fucked me slowly for hours, marking me as his.

With a low growl, he pushes inside me, filling me, the sensation overwhelming in all the best ways.

We both gasp in unison, our bodies joining in a perfect, seamless union.

Jameson holds himself eerily still for a moment. “Jameson?”

“I’m okay. I need a moment…” he pauses, “You’re mine, Red. Ours – and I will do everything I can to protect you.”

“What?” I gasp as his cock twitches inside of me.

Jameson doesn’t reply. Instead, he moves, his thrusts slow and measured at first, each one deliberate and calculated to bring me to orgasm.

Sex with him is amazing and agonising all at once. He will ring out orgasm after orgasm from me but will do it at such a torturous pace that I feel like I’m losing my mind .

I clutch at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as wave after wave crashes over me, threatening to drown me in ecstasy.

“Yes, yes,” I chant, my voice rising with each word, “more, please, more.”

His pace increases, his movements growing more urgent – desperate.

Our bodies slam together, the sound echoing off the cold walls, merging with the rhythmic creaking of the bedframe and the breathless moans escaping our lips.

The world narrows until all I can think of is him as we lose ourselves in each other.

Every stroke, every glide of skin against skin, is imprinted into my soul – reviving me from the ashes like a phoenix.

My climax hits out of nowhere like an explosion, sweeping over me like a tidal wave – consuming me.

I cry out, my body convulsing with pleasure around his thick cock, drawing his orgasm from him, and his release crashes over him, leaving us both gasping.

Our hearts pound in unison against our chests, and for a long moment, we lie tangled together. The only sound in the room is our breathing.

Jameson strokes my hair, his touch so gentle that it sends a wave of emotion over me.

“I love you,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion .

He kisses my forehead gently and then my cheeks until the tears I never felt slip from my eyes dry up.

“I love you,” I reply.

Jameson pulls out of me, our release mixing and spilling from me.

He doesn’t let a drop go to waste, pushing it back into me with a growl, a possessive gleam in his eyes.

He kisses me again, and just as we begin to deepen it, his phone rings in the pocket of his trousers. The sound slices through our lust like a knife, and he pulls back, his forehead resting against mine with a reluctant sigh. “I should get that,” he murmurs.

His fingers linger on my cheek for a moment longer before he shucks on his trousers and pulls his phone out from his pocket.

“Hello?” he barks, his forehead wrinkling as whoever speaks on the other end tells him what could be so urgent that he’s being disturbed, “Fuck. Ok, I’ll be right there.”

He clicks his phone, ends the call, and shoves it back into his pocket. His head tilts back, and he blows out a breath in exasperation.

“Is everything ok?”

“Hare’s having a meltdown,” he says, not elaborating further though he doesn’t need to.

Hare rarely has meltdowns anymore, not since we started protecting him. Typically, the only thing that sets him off is my sister getting too close.

I nod my head in understanding, “You should go. He needs you.”

“Do you want me to unchain you?” he asks, making a move to start unclipping them, but I shake my head.

“Don’t. Bander said he would visit,” I smirk up at Jameson, loving how his pupils dilate and his breathing picks up.

The tension between us both is palpable, and I want nothing more than for him to crawl back on top of me and make me see stars until I’m entirely delirious and dehydrated from loss of fluids.

Jameson’s jaw tightens, his eyes flicking between me and the door, warring within himself about what to do.

“Go.” I tell him, “Hare needs you, and I’m not going anywhere.” I huff out a laugh, shaking the chains around my wrist as if to prove my point.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. Like I said, Bander will probably come visit, and you’ll return to him between my legs.”

Jameson shakes his head, but the ghost of a smile on his face has me smiling right back.

I love the effect I have on him – I revel in it. It’s a game we’ve played for years, a dance of power and desire, yet beneath it all is this all-consuming love we have for one another .

“I’ll get Hare sorted, and then I'll be right back, okay? " He kisses me firmly on the lips before slipping on his shirt. “Fuck I don’t want to leave.”

“Go. I love you.”

“I love you too.” He steals another kiss, covers me with the blanket, and then leaves.

I must doze off as I wait for him to return. The warmth of the blanket he tucked around me makes me feel content.

The door to the room slips open, the soft creak barely noticeable, and I smile, knowing it’s either Bander or Jameson returning.

“Hello, little sister. Are you ready to play?” White’s voice sends a sliver of fear down my spine, accompanied by the squeaking wheels of the tray wheeling in the ECT machine.

The room turns cold as my anxiety spikes. Her presence is always unsettling with her calculated moves and unnerving nice woman act.

The ECT machine gets wheeled over to where my head lays, with wires hanging everywhere as it looms over me.

Memories of our past sessions flash in my mind, creating a shitty mental scrapbook of all my nightmares since I first came to Wonderland.

Each breath I take is heavy with the dread of what’s about to happen in this room, and I struggle to pull in a lungful of air.

Despite the fear that is gnawing at me, the defiant part of me, the part I refuse to let her break, refuses to yield to her games, and I brace myself for whatever twisted ‘game’ White wants to play now.