Mad, Mad World

by J. D. Sloane

  “Or maybe you’d rather yell for help,” Alicia said, dragging her tongue up the thick shaft of his cock slowly as his eyes fluttered slightly and then opened. “That could be kind of embarrassing for you. Although some your men might like it. How many of them have thought about finding you just like this? More than a few I’ll bet.”

  Ronan heard a low noise escape the back of his throat as Alicia slid her hand between his legs and then penetrated him slowly, rolling her tongue around the head of his cock as he opened his eyes to watch her. He gritted his teeth as he felt her slip a second finger inside his ass, the shadows doing strange things to her face and realized with a sudden wave of freedom that he could actually imagine killing her as he enjoyed what she was doing, the images interchanging almost at random.

  Ronan groaned as she forced her fingers inside him feeling his cock buck against the roof of her mouth and then opened his eyes as he watched her pump him with one hand, his mind igniting in a sudden vivid image of wrapping his hands around the front of her throat and fucking her face to face until she choked.

  “Just like that,” he said, sighing quickly as Alicia pumped her lips down his cock, his brow furrowing with an excited sort of agony as she buried her fingers inside him. “That’s what you’re good for. It’s the only thing, it’s the only thing. You know what you’re good for. You do, you know…”

  Ronan felt his entire body shudder as he felt her lips slide all the way down to the base of his cock and then cried out suddenly as he felt her whip crack across his chest, the pain of it shocking him out of orgasm as he snapped his eyes down towards her.

  “You fucking bitch,” he said, through clenched teeth, his eyes leaping with malice as Alicia straddled him lightly, giving him a small grin as she knelt above him and held her whip against the side of his neck.

  “I don’t remember telling you you could come, Ronan. My game, remember? And I’m not even half done yet.”

  Ronan blinked at her as she pulled the lace string of her panties slowly and then pulled them off with one hand, pitching them off the side of the bed as she rubbed her open cunt against him.

  “Do you want to come?” Alicia asked, her voice soft and teasing as she wrapped her hands around the headboard and then dragged her breasts in front of his face, rolling her hips over his swollen cock as he tried not to scream.

  “Do you? Because all you have to do is ask me. Go ahead. Ask me if you can come, Ronan. I want to hear you beg. I really, really do.”

  Ronan closed his eyes, his face twitching lightly across the surface of his scar and then rolled his tongue over his lips as she dragged her wet cunt against him, catching himself before he could arch his hips up to meet her.

  “Why?” He said, his face twisting into cruel smile as he felt his hatred for her mushroom in his mind, the sensation of watching her face as she died almost eclipsing the soft, gentle insistence of his cock bucking between her open legs. “So you can pretend you’re her some more? Isn’t that why you came here? Isn’t that what you’re best at?”

  Alicia froze on top of him, her expression darkening and Ronan leaned up towards her until their faces were almost touching, his face so violent and beautiful it was almost impossible to look away from.

  “Go ahead,” he said, his voice so low and hate-filled it was almost a caress. “Keep on pretending. I won’t mind. But you and I both know that you’ll never be her. And I won’t forget her. I won’t. No matter how much you want me to…”

  Ronan felt his head snap back as Alicia smacked him hard in the face and he looked at her with a wild, unchecked rage as she snapped her whip against his throat, holding it against his windpipe as her gold eyes seem to ignite from within.

  “You’ve been leaning on that game for a while now,” she said, her voice low and vicious as she held his eyes. “The broken little girl thing? Well, guess what Ronan? You’re right. There is a sad, unloved little girl inside me. And all that girl wants to do is strip down to nothing and crawl to you on her hands and knees. That girl would let you wrap your belt around her neck and fuck her until she bled.”

  Ronan felt a strange thrill run through him as Alicia leaned against his ear, the hatred in her eyes drawing his excitement like a physical thing.

  “She’s there, Ronan. She’s always there. Waiting, wanting, clawing her way to the surface. But believe me when I say that she’s not the one running the show. And definitely not tonight.”

  Ronan took a sudden breath as Alicia released his windpipe and then grabbed hold of the headboard as she arched her hips backwards, her cunt closing around him as she held his eyes. He watched her breasts bounce above him, a sudden wild desire to run his hands over them entering and leaving his mind quickly and then moaned under his breath as she leaned back and arched her arms above her head, holding the whip behind her neck as she looked down on him with a violent sort of hunger.

  “Now tell me that you’re sorry,” Alicia said, rocking her hips above him as he felt his cock buck against the tight wet walls of her cunt. “Tell me that you used me.”

  Ronan rolled his eyes up towards her, feeling her slide over him in a soft maddening rhythm and then felt all the wind leave his lungs as he felt her touch his face, turning his head towards her gently as her wide green eyes blinked down at him. He opened his mouth to say something as Brooke pressed her fingers against his lips and then bit back a low cry as he felt the whip crack across his chest again, the image of Brooke evaporating like a burst of gray moths.

  “Say it,” Alicia said again, and Ronan felt the desire to kill her burst through his mind, the sensation of her body moving over him blending the two together until they were almost the same thing.

  “I used you,” Ronan said as he felt her rock her hips more urgently, her face shifting rapidly between open, unchecked desire and an angry sort of accusation.

  “You never loved me, did you?”

  Ronan closed his eyes as the whip came down over his chest again and then opened them again as he felt Brooke’s hair spill around his shoulders, her gentle, too perfect face looking down at him with a worried kind of love.

  “You forgot me,” she said, wrapping her hands around his face and he shook his head, terrified to speak. Terrified to do anything to break the spell.

  “Say it,” she said her soft voice low and urgent and he closed his eyes as his hips arched up to meet her, his entire body shuddering as he felt the whip crack across his chest again.

  “No, never,” he said his voice breaking slightly as she bent over him, her eyes darting over in him in that frantic, love-starved way that ripped through him like razor wire. She rocked her hips on top of him quickly as he watched her, and he allowed his eyes to rush over her lush body wildly, memorizing every curve until her image burned behind his eyes when he closed them.

  “You did,” she said, smiling at him gently as she dragged her fingers down the deep groove of his scar. “You did just a little. But you have to remember. You have to. Now tell me you love me before I go.”

  “Don’t leave,” Ronan said, his stomach twisting in panic as Brooke slid away from him, holding her fingers against his mouth as she sat up, her long dark hair dropping across her breasts like a long dark wing.

  “Say it. Say it once. Just once.”

  Ronan closed his eyes and kissed her fingers hard as his face twisted with agony, the violence of his love for her filling him with a sense of loss so deep her could barely look it in the face.

  “I love you,” he said quietly, his eyes fluttering behind their lids as if struggling to remain in a dream moments before he woke. “I do. You know that I do.”

  Ronan wrapped his hands around the slats of the headboards as he felt Brooke’s hips slide over him and moaned out loud as he heard her cry out, trying to hold on to the image of her face as his entire body shuddered to a sudden, frantic orgasm.

  Alicia opened her eyes as she felt Ronan shift beneath her and looked up as she heard him sigh de
eply, pulling her hand away from his chest as she watched his face. She looked at his wrists still cuffed above him and then pulled her leg off of his thigh as she tried not to wake him up, her gold eyes darting over his face as she listened to the sound of him breathing.

  Still asleep then, she thought, biting her bottom lip as she glanced at the nightstand. I’m sure it’s fine. He must’ve done harder drugs than this at some point. I’ve seen him take a handful of opiates with a vodka and orange juice chaser for breakfast.

  She slid off the side of the bed, scooping her long white sweater dress off of the floor and then pulled it on as she walked to the bathroom, glancing over her shoulder as Ronan mumbled in his sleep. She paused at the doorway, watching the early morning light shift over his body in waves of gray and white and then pressed her lips together and stepped inside, flicking the lights on with one hand.

  Alicia walked over to the sink and rubbed her fingers across her lips as she looked herself over, her dark eye make-up so stark and streaked that she reached for the face wash immediately, scrubbing her face with both hands as she turned the water on full blast. After she rinsed it off she reached for a towel and looked herself over as she patted her skin dry, her face suddenly as sweet and unassuming as a college freshman’s, all smooth and bright and full of promise.

  Alicia looked at her hair in the mirror, tucking it behind her ears and then closed her eyes, rubbing her temples slowly as she felt the first stab of an excruciating headache pound behind her brows.

  And why did he want it red instead of brown? She wondered, brushing her teeth with quick automatic movements as she swung her head lightly from side to side, watching her hair curl beneath her chin with a mixture of pleasure and resentment.

  Why, so you wouldn’t look like her of course, she thought spitting into the sink before patting her mouth down with the towel. He turned you into a human Barbie doll, dressing you up in her high-class hooker clothes while he changed your hair, your name and everything else.

  Alicia hit the lights to the bathroom and then reached for her tall black boots drooping near the side of the door, her gold eyes rolling towards Ronan with a sudden, ferocious stab of pain.

  But the one thing he couldn’t do was look her in face while he fucked you, she thought, slipping on her leather jacket as she reached for his wallet. No, that was too much for him. You could look like her in every other way but not the face, not the face, never the face…

  Alicia raised her brows as Ronan’s eyes fluttered slowly and then creaked open, his features so exquisite in the soft morning light that for a moment she hesitated, all her hatred of him buried beneath a sudden irrational avalanche of regret. She swallowed it down as he turned his head to look in her direction and held up a wad of bills, tossing his empty wallet back onto the table.

  “There,” she said, her voice low and clipped as she pocketed the money in her jacket. “That should just about the cover the night, don’t you think? A little light really for your number one girl.”

  Ronan’s eyes widened as Alicia walked over to the nightstand and then felt around for her emerald earrings, crouching down next to it as she shrugged and picked up the one she could find.

  Oh well, she thought, tucking it into one ear as she opened the drawer beneath the lamp and then took out a silver-plated hand gun, cracking the barrel sharply as Ronan followed it with his eyes. A few thousand more is better than nothing at all. Alicia tilted her head at him, enjoying the fleeting thrill of his undivided attention and then gave him a small smile as she tucked the gun into the inside pocket of her jacket and touched his chin with her fingertips.

  “Gotta run,” she said, letting her eyes roll over his body one last time as Ronan turned his shoulder toward her, his wide dark eyes so magnetic that she dug her nails into her palm to break the spell. “It’s been fun though, Ronan. Really. Look me up some time if the music ever stops.”

  “Leaving again?” Ronan said, closing his eyes briefly as she cocked his neck lightly to one side. “That’s a surprise. I was sort of enjoying this side of you. Sure you don’t want to let me up so I can return the favor?”

  “Pass,” Alicia said, grinning slightly as she reached into her front jacket and held up a small key. “But don’t worry. I won’t leave you in the lurch. Well, maybe just a little.”

  Alicia hung the key on the spoke next to his left hand and then gave him a wink as she picked up her leather bag and slung it over her shoulder.

  “And how am I supposed to get that?” Ronan asked, his low voice so amused and casual that it sent a shiver of warning right up the base of her spine.

  “I’m sure you’ll figure something out,” Alicia said as she turned on her heel. “You always do.”

  “Wait.”

  Alicia looked down as she felt Ronan’s fingers brush her sweater and felt her brow furrow as his eyes darted over her face, lingering on her lips in a way that made her stomach flip.

  “Don’t you want a goodbye kiss? Just one?”

  Alicia’s eyes narrowed, and she took a step backwards, shaking her head as she bit the inside of her lip.

  “No. Not today.”

  “Could you at least cut my legs loose?” He sighed, shifting his foot against the footboard as he grimaced. “You’ve had me tied up here for hours. It’s getting a little uncomfortable.”

  Alicia’s eyes skimmed over his silk boxers, looking down at his long muscular legs and then dragged her eyes back up to his face as he raised his brows, pulling out her swiss army knife as she walked to the end of the bed. She sawed through the restraint next to his left leg first, looking up at him as he let out a low groan and pulled his leg towards him, stretching it out as he arched his back. She walked over to the other side of the footboard, sawing through it in a matter of seconds and then stood up as he pulled that leg in too, sighing deeply as he glanced at the ceiling.

  Ronan looked at her as she brushed her hair away from her face and then closed his eyes briefly as he rolled his shoulders.

  “Thank you,” he said opening his eyes. Alicia snapped the knife closed and then headed for the door, glancing at the key dangling from the headboard as Ronan followed her with his eyes.

  “Don’t mention it,” she said tucking her bag over one shoulder. She walked around the bed, heading for the door and then felt her eyes fly open as she saw Ronan leap towards her out of the corner of her eye, smacking her hard in the side of the face. Alicia felt all the air leave her lungs as her head slammed into the corner wall and stumbled to the floor as Ronan undid his handcuffs and let them drop, looking down at her with a mixture of amusement and contempt.

  Alicia looked back at the headboard frantically as she slid her body away from him and Ronan tossed her lost earring to her feet, raising his brows as he walked calmly to the nightstand.

  “I’m not even going to ask you where you got those,” he said, reaching for his handgun as a low noise of fear escaped her throat. “Alicia, Alicia. What is it about you and other people’s things?”

  Alicia reached for her gun as she scrambled to her feet and then spun around as she heard Ronan cock his chamber behind him, drawing on him quickly as she tried to catch her breath. Ronan let out a low noise of annoyance as he stepped towards her and then paused as she gritted her teeth, raising her barrel to his face.

  “You know you really shouldn’t point that at someone unless you plan on using it,” Ronan said, his dark eyes tracking her like an animal as she took a step backwards.

  “Who says I won’t?” Alicia said, her voice low and shaky as her eyes darted towards the door behind him.

  “Oh, call it a professional hunch,” Ronan said, his lips curling with amused contempt as he took another step forward. He threw the bottom of his foot at the leather desk chair in front of him and Alicia felt her hands shake as it skidded wildly and overturned with a sudden crash, watching Ronan walk past it casually as he clucked his tongue at her.

  “Don’t come any clo
ser. I will pull this fucking trigger, Ronan. I am not your dead, sainted girlfriend, you sadistic fuck. I will kill you if I have to.”

  “Playing psychologist now, Alicia? I liked it better when you were just cracking the whip. It’s a lot more fun. And so much less painful to watch.”

  Alicia felt a moment of panic as she felt her heel smack the step beneath the windows and stepped up as Ronan smirked at her, moving to the side as they were suddenly almost eye to eye.

  “You need some fucking therapy, Ronan. You really do.”

  “I know,” Ronan said, his face twisting with an amused fury as he followed her movements with his gun. “Talking really does solve everything, doesn’t it? Let’s hear it for emotional intimacy.”

  Alicia met his eyes across the floor as Ronan’s phone began to ring and slid her back against the back window sill as his eyes flew to it almost against his will before dragging them back in her direction.

  “Is that the call you’ve been waiting for? Hmm? The one where you get to find the man who knew the man who killed the only girl you could ever love?”

  Ronan’s face darkened and Alicia reached her hand behind her back, feeling for the latch on the window as he glanced towards his phone again.

  “Oh, well. Go ahead and answer it then. I know how much you want to get back to her. Back to your perfect little Barbie doll wife so you can lock her up in a cage somewhere and live happily ever after.”

  Ronan rolled his eyes towards his phone as it began ringing again and his face flickered with frustrated rage as he ignored it, snapping his gun at her as she dropped her hand.

  “And what makes you think that wasn’t a game just for you?”

  “Right,” Alicia said, her voice low and bitter as bit her lower lip, suddenly hating him so much she felt her finger slide the trigger back another millimeter. “Because I’m just the whore you fuck for fun while the wife’s away, right? Boys will be boys. Except that here’s the thing, Ronan. The one thing you’re refusing to accept in all this if she really is still alive.”