Page 82 of Bedlam
“Everything okay?” I whisper as a slap to my ass echoes through the room.
“Go to sleep, Siren.” Jameson orders.
“I wasn’t talking to you, grumpy. You can take your ass to your own bed.” I whisper-shout as Spade turns from me towards Jameson, and I look back at Dario.
“Everything is fine. Go to sleep. Tomorrow is a big day,” he assures me as I snuggle into his chest and my eyes drift to sleep.
Waking up the next day, I’m not sure what time it is as I roll over and find my bed empty. I grab my mother's diary, opening it and scrolling through to where I left off.
Closing the book, I seethe, trying not to let this bother me, but it does. What if the woman from the institution really isn’t my mother, and it's my aunt?What if I got it wrong, but most of all, what if Dalton got it wrong?All I know is that these boys are the babies from this diary and I don’t want them to be like their fathers. Talk about a broken Jade. I’d go on a warpath and kill each one of them if they decided to tell me some shit like get rid of the babies or they didn't want this life.Before I spiral into the what if’s, I’m going to go find my guys.
Climbing out of the bed, my door swings open and Jameson is standing there in nothing but black sweatpants. Not a tattoo in sight. I finally make it to his eyes and he smirks.
“We have a surprise for you. So I want you to get in the shower and I’m going to leave something here on the bed for you to put on. Please be a good girl and put the items on. You will be greatly rewarded for just listening.” He states and I nod.
Lifting my tank over my head and throwing it at him,I slide my shorts down and step out of them. He growls as I look over my shoulder, swinging my hips as his eyes never leave my ass.
“Hey Caveman, my eyes are up here.” I tease, but he raises a brow.
“What I wouldn’t give to taste that sweet cunt right now.” He growls, sauntering over to me. “Fuck the others. I’m famished.” He says, licking his lips, but I shake my head.
“Orders are orders. See you in a few.” I taunt, stepping into the bathroom and shutting the door behind me. I fucking love messing with him. He makes it so fucking easy.
An hour later, after washing and doing my hair and makeup, I finally leave the bathroom. Glancing down at the bed, I see this hot faux leather get up laid out for me.Holy shit. These guys were not playing and why do I suddenly feel nervous but equally excited?
Dropping the towel, I grab the black harness and buckle it around my neck, taking the bottom straps and wrapping around my back, buckling that in place as well. I shiver as the thin chains rub against my hard nipples.
Reaching down, I pull the black g-string on and wrap the garter belt around my thighs. Sitting on my bed, I drag the fishnet stockings up my legs and clip them to the garter.
Opening the box, I see black leather pumps with spiked heels.Jesus. They are gorgeous.
Slipping them on, I stand, reaching for the note that tells me to follow the rose petals. My heart pounds in my chest as I leave the room with my curls flowing down my back.
The hallway is lit with fake candles as red and black rose petals trail along the wood floor. I follow until I hit the theater room.
Opening the door, I gasp at the sight of a million pillows sprawled all over the floor with fluffy blankets. The bar to the right has snacks, fruit, drinks and, of course, pizza. I clear my throat, getting the boys' attention, which is glued to the football game going on.
Spade is the first to notice me and does a double take, slapping both the others in the chest.
“Holy shit, Babygirl. You’re a fucking wet dream come true.” He says, making me blush.
“Fucking perfect.” Dario says, I think he might even have some drool dripping from his lip. Jameson is up first with something in his hand.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Princess,” he says, showing me my new collar. I smile up at him as he wraps it around my throat. I swallow thickly as he attaches a leash to the clip, wondering what they want next.
“Such a good girl.” He praises.
“Babygirl. You like the shoes?” Spade asks, and I nod.
“I fucking love them.” I say and he smiles brightly, but then that smile turns sinister.
“I’m glad. Now on your knees, baby. Jameson will lead you to me. Let me see you,” he commands as Jameson tugs lightly on my leash and I sink to my knees, bending over on my hands, crawling to him. My nipples pinch against the cold metal chains with every move I make.
“You and your brother are such good little biker bitches. It gets my dick so fucking hard.” He taunts as Jameson pulls on me again, making my eyes snap to his.
“You look beautiful down there. I can’t wait to wreck that pretty throat and watch the mascara leak down your face, Siren.” Jameson threatens, causing my body to shiver in anticipation.
“She looks magnificent in chains, leather and our collar. Fuck, Kitten.” Dario says as my cheeks redden at his words. I look up at all three of them. Their eyes burn with lust and need as they take me in.