Madness, p.6
Madness, page 6
The only good thing about Wonderland is we get to wear what we want.
“Come on then,” I chirp, falling into step with the guard as we walk up to the warden’s office for my weekly visit.
Each step feels like a ritual, a dance I have perfected over countless visits with him.
The group session from earlier still whirls around in my mind. The question of who we are is nearly enough to send me into a spiral about my existence.
I am a daughter and a sister, but I was betrayed by them when I showed my true self; now I’m standoffish, and I’m slowly slipping away from the things that have happened to me in Wonderland.
The twisty hallways are second nature to me now.
They have been since I was a child, and I find myself ahead of the guard sent to escort me and in front of the warden’s office before I have time to finish my thoughts.
Schooling my features, I raise my fist and rap my knuckles against the thick wooden door.
I like games, I like playing them, and I like the rush that comes when I’m seconds away from winning.
In this room, there is no rush of a win, and the only games we play are the only ones I have ever wanted to win the most.
My life depends on it.
“Come in!” his rough voice calls, and I take one last fortifying breath to brace myself.
His office is darkened by the blinds being closed even though it is only four in the evening. His looming figure sits in his desk chair, his legs spread, and I salivate at the sight of his chest, the top three buttons of his shirt undone.
His black hair is styled perfectly. The fade at the sides needs a slight trim, but he still somehow looks perfect after a long day running this place.
“Hello, my love,” he smiles, showing off his perfect pearly whites, and I can’t help the upturn of my lips, my heart fluttering in my chest.
His presence, his voice, everything about him is magnetic, and I happily fall into the trap he sets every visit – playing willingly even when I have never won.
“Hello Wocky.”
“Come here.” He demands, pointing to the space between his thighs, and I oblige, not paying attention to the guard who escorted me here, clicking and locking the door shut.
Pausing on the spot he pointed out, I suppress a shiver as his hands glide up the back of my thighs, grazing the bottom of my ass.
“No panties today, my love?” he asks, but I hear the amusement in his voice.
“Why waste time?”
“Why take away my fun? You know I like to rip them from you when I start our little escapades,” he growls.
The red and black chess board sits on his desk, the pieces in front of us still in the same positions from last week’s visit.
I see that the queen has been toppled over, and I glance a questioning look to Jameson, who shrugs, “You knocked it over just as we finished playing. I liked having the memory of what I did to you after all week sitting there,” he says, kissing my shoulder.
“Dirty.” I laugh.
His hand tangles in my hair, tugging my mouth down to his, and fuses our lips together, “Has my other favourite patient been to visit you this week?” he asks when we finally pull away from one another.
I expect to see jealousy in his vibrant golden eyes but only see lust flaring as his pupils practically blow, eclipsing his irises.
“He has,” I purr, running my hand through his hair.
My lack of panties lets me feel exactly how wet I am for what’s to come, and I can’t fucking wait.
The games here may be crucial for my survival, but playing the games with Jameson is a bonus.
“And did he take care of you?” he asks, running his rough hand up my thigh and caressing my forbidden hole.
I clench, the foreign feeling something we have been working on, but I love how full he makes me feel even when I’m just in his company.
Jameson is overwhelming in all the best ways.
He has to be able to manage all of the patients in Wonderland accordingly, including me, even when he has his own methods for that.
His imposing figure is part of the ruse, but his bristling personality doesn’t win him many favours, and only I get to see the softer side of him – well, me and Hare.
Bright golden eyes always watch me, and his styled black hair makes him seem even more imposing than he actually is. His broad shoulders and 6’3 height add to how menacing he looks, and I hear how the other girls in Wonderland speak about him.
The power he holds is almost intoxicating – almost.
His calloused finger dips between my folds, rubbing my clit until I fall apart in his arms, my wetness soaking my thighs, and I whimper when he pushes two fingers inside of me without warning.
My nails dig into his shoulders, knowing he loves the pain almost as much as I do, and my legs shake as he works his fingers in and out of me.
I make no move to help him with the difficult situation in his trousers, knowing that it will come much later, and the game we are about to play is all part of his foreplay.
“Come for me, my love,” he whispers, his free hand pulling my head down to his and kissing me like I’m his very air to breathe, and I obey.
My orgasm makes my legs buckle, and I slump into his chest as aftershocks roll over me, my pussy clamping around his fingers like a vice stopping him from withdrawing them from inside of me, “Such a greedy little pussy, Red.” He chuckles, kissing me more softly this time.
“Are you ready?” Jameson asks, the vial and a cookie in his hand.
One stronger than the other.
“I am,” I say, reaching out for the vial – the strongest of the two.
“You know the stakes, Red. Drink or eat, and if you win before the drugs make you pass out – you get your freedom. If you don’t, I get to do whatever I wish with you,” he tells me, repeating the same thing he does each time, and my answer has and will always be yes.
It's no secret that we are together.
I wouldn’t get special visits each week in his office if we weren’t, but this game has been going on for years now, and I’ve never won.
He loves me, but not enough to let me escape this place and lose me forever.
Jameson is a selfish man who somehow doesn’t mind sharing my heart with others, but he will never let me leave of my own will – not unless I win.
I take my seat in the plush leather chair across from him, putting on my serious face and suppressing the giggle that tries to escape when he shakes his head at my antics.
I pop the cork on the vial, downing the contents, and grimace at the burn as it goes down.
“Are you sure, my love?” he asks me, “If you want to back out, then just say so, and I’ll lay you down on my couch and hold you until you wake.”
“We both know I will wake up with your cock inside of me either way, Wocky. Let me at least try to win my freedom first,” I joke.
Jameson’s face falls at my words, and I wince, knowing it’s a sore spot for him.
I love him just as he loves me, but I have a clock ticking above my head from my impending death.
She will never let me live.
“It’s your move,” he says, gesturing to the fallen queen. I pick her up and place her back onto the red square.
My hand hesitates over the piece, debating whether to move her now or to move a pawn instead.
The sedative in the vial is already working its way through my body, and I know that my time is limited in terms of how long I’ll be awake.
I rush, hating myself for giving into the blissfulness of nothing, and move the pawn one square, playing it far too safe, but Jameson only nods his head, moving his castle four squares forward from his last move, blocking my knight from taking his queen.
I can feel my eyes droop, but I shake my head and focus on the chessboard in front of me, ignoring the heated glances from Jameson and moving my castle to take his.
He laughs, and I know I’ve fucked up, but the game continues, and he moves a pawn, taking mine and placing it to the side of the board where a collection of red pieces now sit.
“Are you getting tired, Red?” he mocks as my eyes droop again, and I know I’m only minutes away from losing consciousness.
Jameson rises from his seat and walks purposefully around his thick wooden desk, stopping just to the side of me.
His fingers brush through my hair, pushing it from my face, and he leans down, kissing me.
I try to return the kiss, but my lips don’t want to cooperate with the signals my brain is sending, and I see him smirk.
“Sleep, my love, and when you wake, I’ll make sure that my cock is still buried inside of you so we can finish together. I want to take my time with you tonight,” he whispers into my hair as he lifts me, depositing me on the couch that he had explicitly put in here for us.
The last thing I see is Jameson pulling his cock free from his pants, flipping my skirt up, and him sinking into me as the black abyss pulls me under.
It is my favourite game with him, after all.
Chapter Ten
Red slumps against the couch just as my cock sinks into her soaked pussy, and I grin down at her unconscious form.
The sedative I put in the vial this time was a fast-acting one, but it wears off within an hour, and I’m going to make sure she knows that I’ve used her for the entire time.
Filling her so full of my come that she still be able to feel me as she sleeps tonight.
Her pussy flutters around my cock before I’ve even fully bottomed in her, and as she lays there so peacefully, I have to suppress the urge to fuck her like I want to and take my time.
There’s time for that later.
My calloused hands glide over the soft skin of her thighs, and my fingers dig into the creamy flesh as I drive myself further into her.
Every week, we play this game, and I make her feel full until she wakes with me buried inside of her, plugging my come until it soaks into her, leaving a part of me inside of her – marking her as mine.
She’s always been mine.
The first moment she walked into this office, my door nearly flew off the hinges as she demanded that Harry get to keep his pet mouse. Otherwise, she’d have my head and my job, and I was a goner.
My cock got so painfully hard that I had to hide my lower half behind the desk, even when all I wanted to do was bend her over it and fuck the brat out of her.
Red moans softly beneath me, and my hand fists into the couch material.
She’s so fucking beautiful, even with the scars and cuts that mar her body where she draws blood from for her mural on her wall.
I try to get her painting materials to sate her need to create, but Nurse White holds a lot more power than I do and refuses, saying it’ll put Red back in the dark space she was in that had her being committed here.
I try to protect her, but I’m also trying to protect every other person in Wonderland.
It’s why I moved the twins from the rabbit hole. The drugs affecting Dusty’s mind, making him lose days at a time.
Desmond played his cards with the guards, who gave him benefits such as not being chained to his bed or drugged. The only thing he couldn’t do was save his brother, and I’ve worked alongside Abe to get them transferred up here for months now.
The twins never should have been here in the first place.
Red’s pussy clenches around my cock, her second orgasm slowly taking over her body as I work myself in and out of her at an excruciatingly slow pace.
This is my solace, my home in this hell hole, and I wish I were a better man to give her thee Alice’s book with the detailed layout of how to escape Wonderland.
But I’m not.
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 ever manages 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.
I can feel a few marks welling with hot blood, and I groan as pleasure licks up my spine, “I’m not going to last much longer, my love,” I tell her. I wrap my hand around her thigh, hiking her leg up to get a better angle for her G spot.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” She chants.
Her back arches, and she tightens like a vice around me, drawing out my own orgasm.
Our fluids mix, soaking the couch beneath us, and I chuckle at the way her face screws up at the sensation.
Pulling out of her, I see the way our releases mix as they drip out of her swollen pussy.
I drag two fingers over her sensitive nub down to her hole and gather the fluids, pushing it back inside of her, “You’re mine, Red.”
“Yours,” she pants as I work my fingers into her, and she clenches, her final orgasm rippling through her body.
Pulling my fingers free, the liquids glisten on my skin, and I suck them into my mouth, groaning at the taste of us both together, “Sublime,” I smirk at her.
Red laughs softly, shaking her head at me.
I help clean her up with a washcloth from my sink, hating I don’t have a shower in the ensuite to my office.
I gently smooth over her swollen pussy with the material, blowing cool air onto it as I do, “Such a pretty pussy,” I coo.
“This pussy is off limits right now,” she laughs, leaning her head back against the couch.
“What about later?” I wink, throwing the cloth to the side and helping fix her dress.
I want to pout that I didn’t get to tear her panties from her this time, but I settle for manoeuvring her so I can lay down on the couch and she can rest on my chest.
My hands instinctively start running through her hair, careful not to snag the new knots that formed as I fucked her. She shudders in my arms, goosebumps trailing over her skin.
“I love you, my love,” I murmur into her ear, her soft snores filling my office.
