Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
Good Boy
Static
My little mouse looks so scared, and I’ve never been more excited.
He’s dressed in dark jeans and a faded green t-shirt that fits his slim, soft form perfectly. His eyes are wide as he stares at Mayhem with apprehension. I swear I can see his throat bob with a gulp as he closes the door to the car he drove, taillights reflecting in the fading light of the sunset.
“Here we go,” I murmur as I run my gloved finger along the edge of the computer screen. I decided to keep the security cameras up and running tonight, just so I can keep an eye out for my treat, and I’m so glad I did.
He looks absolutely perfect through a lens.
I watch Madison pull his phone out and send a text—which makes my own phone go off in my pocket. I pull it out and smirk.
Darlin:
I’m here.
He’s so precious, it squeezes my heart. He probably doesn’t think I can see him, but I can. I do.
And I know what he’s going to do.
Me:
Ever play hide n seek
Cause youre about to
And then, I throw my axe across the room, so it thuds against the wall, the sound reverberating throughout Mayhem.
Me:
Run
Madison screams, and it’s beautiful. He takes off running toward the motel, which I find surprisingly lovely. I kind of figured he’d take off in the opposite direction, but no. He’s coming toward me.
Like he actually wants this, too.
He rips open the door and disappears inside. I flip through the cameras on the other monitor until I find the hall he’s running down, and then, I smile.
There he is.
I push out of the chair and grab my axe to start my hunt.
I fuckin’ love some hide ‘n seek.
Madison’s trembling, and it’s so reminiscent of our first time together, I inhale deeply to see if I get that pleasure again, but unfortunately, not yet.
“Too slow, darlin’,” I murmur in his ear as I replace his hand with my own, and the scream that rips from his throat is music to my bloody ears.
“O-oh, no…” Madison wails, and I cackle beside him.
“Oh, yes, my treat. Now, the real question is…” I taunt him as I drag my pointed glove around the slope of his neck around my collar. Fuck, that’s hot. “Do I keep you now, or do I let you go, just so I can keep chasing you?”
“W-what?” he stutters, and it’s so cute, I poke out my bottom lip.
“Awe,” I brush his mouth with my thumb. “So cute.”
“I’m not cute!” he snaps, jerking his head away from my touch with a snarl, and my eyes dance. Now that’s more like it.
Feisty mouse.
“Yeah, treat. That’s it. Bite me.”
Through the flashing of the strobe lights, I can barely make out the way Madison’s eyes narrow, but the next thing I know, he’s jumping on me, sending my axe clattering to the ground as I fall backward.
Madison is scrambling to sit on top of me, legs around my waist, as his own hands find my painted throat, and what does he do?
He fuckin’ squeezes.
“Ohhh,” I groan low and slow, eyes rolling into the back of my head as my little mouse steals the very breath from my lungs. This is not what I was expecting, but fuck, this is good.
He never fails to surprise me.
“You think you have control, Static?” he sneers my name. “Look who’s in control now!” he screams in my face, spittle flying and sounding a bit hysterical, but also so fuckin’ hot, my dick is throbbin’ where it rests against the crack of his ass.
“Goddamn, treat,” I groan. “Yeah.”
“Yeah?” he parrots, and I hum. I don’t have anything else to say. I think right now, I’d be happy just to end it all right here, if he’d have me.
But no.
Of course, it’s never that easy.
Madison readjusts on my lap—and that’s when he feels it—the very thing that freaks him out.
“Oh!” he squeaks and scrambles off me. I lift a brow and watch as he backs away like I’m on fire, quickly making his way out of the large room and back the way we came from.
“Come back, treat,” I warn him, low and slow. I reach down to grab myself to readjust, but just the simple pleasure of touching myself gives me the slightest relief.
“N-n-no.” He’s further away now, and I hate it.
“Yes.”
I can barely see him now. The lights are too strong, the smoke too thick.
He’s nothing but a whisp.
“Make me.” And with the smallest grin, Madison whirls around and sprints to the left, leaving me alone in the motel lobby, jaw hanging wide and dick impossibly hard.
“What a fuckin’ treat he is,” I say to nobody but myself. He never ceases to amaze and confound me.
Just when I think I’m getting to know every bit of him, he turns around and surprises me, yet again.
I’ve never met someone more perfectly aligned to my crazy parts and my… less crazy parts.
Shaking that thought away, I narrow my eyes and stare down the way Madison just disappeared from.
It seems the strobes and the smoke have disoriented him, but not as much as last time.
I’ll have to step up my game.
With a grin, I step back into the shadows with a low cackle.
“Ohhhh, darlin’… Where are you…” I’m dragging a length of rope behind me, along with my axe. The lights are still flickering, and the fog is still dispersed, but I’m able to blink through it because I do this shit every day, so it doesn’t affect me the same as it does other people.
I almost can’t hear anything over the chugging of my own heart, but then…
Ah, yes.
There it is.
Another creak of a door shutting—the thud of the wood against the frame.
I click my tongue. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Such a little rookie mistake.
Veering to the right, I let the tell-tale sound of my axe let Madison know of my presence as I near the room he has holed himself up in—and fuck me, if it’s not the most perfect room for what I have planned.
I walk past, just to fool him, and then, I pick my axe and rope up off the floor and whirl around to swing my blade into the wood of the door.
Madison’s scream reverberates around me, and I cackle as I hack my way through the door he’s tried to lock me out of. Over and over, I swing my axe, chipping through wood until my arms are screaming from the burn and it’s left hanging in pieces off the frame.
I step over the threshold, axe and rope swung over my shoulder, to find Madison cowering in the corner. “P-p-pl-please,” he begs so prettily.
“Please what, darlin’?”
“Please… don’t.”
With a smile, I crouch in front of him and drag the tip of my pointed finger down his cheekbone, pressing into the soft flesh until I’m sure I’m leaving a red mark in my wake. “But you want me to. You asked for this. I’m just giving that to you.”
“C-ced—”
I reach forward and wrap my fingers around his throat, cutting the word off before he can finish spitting it out. “You wanna finish that word?” I spit in his face.
His eyes grow comically wide. “Uh, um. Erm.”
“It’s Static, treat. I think you know that by now.”
“Y-yes.”
“Good boy.”
And when he shudders, I know he’s gone for.
Madison stares into the glowing iridescent of my eyes, fat bottom lip quivering just how I remember it, and damn, it’s even better than the memory.
“What am I gonna do to you, my little mouse?” I drawl as I push up on my feet to circle him where he cowers. “You’ve been running from me, hiding, like you didn’t want me to find ya.”
“B-but, but—”
I crouch once more, lips inches from his, and cock my head. “But, but, but what?”
“Y-you told-told me t-to.”
“Did I?” I purr softly, unable to resist touching that bottom lip. It’s wet with saliva, and when my finger is free, I suck it into my mouth, just for the slightest taste of him. Madison’s pupils widen, and I relish in the sight.
“Yes.”
“So, you wanted to run from me?”
He whimpers. Fuckin’ whimpers.
God, he’s perfect.
“S-static, I’m con-confused.” He’s hiccupping between his sobs, tears and snot streaming down his face, and I let my eyes dance for him.
“Be confused, darlin’. There ain’t nothin’ about this that’s gonna make any sense.”
“What-what? What does that m-mean?”
I reach out and snatch his throat, causing the smallest squeak to escape as the last of his air puffs out. “It means, you’re gonna go to sleep now.”
He tries to shake his head, eyes scrunching when he hears my words, but he can’t move out of my hold. He starts to panic when he realizes he can’t breathe—that I’m taking the air from his lungs—and that’s when it gets fun.
Madison is a sight of beauty as he flails in the flashing of the strobe lights, smoke curling around his soft frame, each pixelated flare a moment seared into my brain.
The throbbing of his heartbeat against my fingers makes my cock twitch in response, and I want to touch myself—no.
I want him to touch me—but this is good.
What comes next is even better.
“Sweet dreams, darlin’,” I tell him when his eyelids start to flutter with the first signs of unconsciousness. “Dream of me.” And when he’s finally out and falling limp in my hold, I release him and gently lie him down on the ground in front of me.
His longer hair—which has grown out a bit in the months since we started talking—splays around him like the angel he truly is. I brush it back from where it sticks to his tear-soaked cheek and tuck it behind his ear before I turn around and go about setting up the room how I want it.
This is gonna be so fuckin’ fun.
Madison, unbeknownst to him, brought us right to the perfect spot for what I have planned… and what that is, is to completely take him apart.
Piece by piece, layer by layer, I want Madison Payne absolutely obliterated before me in this shitty motel.
Leaving him to lie where he’s at, knowing I don’t have much time, I turn to the bedframe that’s to our right and grab the rope that I dropped to start tying pieces to each side.
I use my axe to cut the pieces to the length I need, leaving more than enough for each side so that he’s not tied too tight, but I’ve gotta make sure he’s not goin’ anywhere.
Securing the knots to the rusted metal frame, I jump up on the plywood that covers the bottom of the full-sized bed and jump on it a couple times to make sure it’ll hold our combined weight. It bows a little bit, but it doesn’t crack or make any noise, which satisfies me enough.
I jump down with a grin and turn back to my boy, taking in his drool-slackened face and long eyelashes brushing the highest points of his cheekbones. He looks utterly angelic, and I want nothing more than to ruin him.
Feeling satisfied I have what I need for the moment, I make my way to Madison and crouch to lift him into my arms. He’s light as I lift him, and that brings a smile to my face. Everything about him just fits so perfectly with me.
Without taking my eyes off him, I move him to the middle of the bedframe and splay him out wide—and it’s as I’m staring at his clothed body that I realize that just won’t do.
No, no, no.
My treat is far too dressed for this.
I need to see him.
I need his body, his mind, his soul.
Every bit of him.
With gentle hands, I pull his shirt over his head and gently set his head back down onto the wood. Next, I undo the button on his jeans and pull them down his legs, discarding them onto the floor without a second thought because my eyes are stuck on the body displayed before me.
Soft and supple and as perfect as I remember.
The only thing that would make this better would be—No. I shake my head to disperse the thought of tasting Madison’s fear again.
No. This is just as good.
Gritting my teeth, I grab the rope to my right and tie a knot around his right wrist, securing it tightly before moving onto his left, ensuring there’s barely any room for him to move, but that they’re not too tight.
I shuffle down his body, trailing my gloved fingers down his soft skin as I do, nearly groaning in ecstasy when his body breaks out in gooseflesh from my touch alone.
“Fuck, treat. You’re absolutely perfect,” I tell him, even though he can’t hear me. He needs to know it, and I will tell him every day forever, if he’ll let me.
By the time I reach his ankles, he’s starting to twitch, and my heart jumps into my throat. I work as quickly as I can to secure his right foot, but by the time I make it to his left, he’s gained some sort of consciousness and starts to fight against the constraints.
“W-what the hell? What is this?” He’s yanking and pulling against them, straining with all his might, and I grin up at him before I spin around and put my full weight down on his left leg to keep it still as I wrap the length of rope around his ankle and twist the knot into place.
He jerks at the sensation, but I keep him in place enough to tighten it and then…
He’s all fuckin’ mine.
I slowly pull away from him and stand to my full height just beside Madison’s quivering frame.
“Welcome back, darlin’.”
“S-Static?” he intones, voice raspy from where I choked him. “What?...” he trails off and pulls against his restraints, eyes darting down to them, before shooting back up to my gaze pleadingly.
“Welcome back to Mayhem,” I cackle, tossing my head back as I’m wracked with the laugh, and Madison’s scream accompanies the noise.
Perfect.