Dauntless (The LockDown Series Book 2) (21 page)

“Argghhh, I'm coming Antonio.” I fill him up, my dick continuing to churn cum out of me as I still fuck him.

“Oh God, Ahhh, fuck, Jesus, I’m coming baby.” Debbie’s cries could’ve been heard from space as she detonates. I can see the masses of juices smothering Abbi’s lips and face as she climaxes above her.

When she is spent, she collapses on Ant’s stomach, her head cradles into the muscles. His hand strokes delicately and lovingly at her hair. Abbi wiggles from underneath her, gaining some oxygen for her thirsty lungs.

I pull out slowly from Antonio’s arse, causing his body to jolt and a hiss to spill from his lips, the assault obviously causing tenderness there.

I help Abbi to stand, then clean my dick of cum with a towel thrown across the back of the sofa. I then clasp Abbi’s hand and walk to the settee. I sit down and then bring my lips to Abbi’s stomach as she stands in front of me.

“Do you want to cum, baby?” I ask her as I lick the top of her mound.

“Yes, god, yes please?” She is the only who didn’t cum just now, and she deserves it badly.

“Okay pet, put your foot on the sofa beside me.” She lifts her right foot and plants it on the leather, giving me a perfect view of her wet, desperate pussy. “Fuck you are so perfect. Hold on to my shoulders, Angel,” I tell her, knowing she is more than likely going to collapse after this. She will squirt, she will soak me, her legs will become jelly and she will fall.

She places her warm hands on my bare shoulders, gripping the flesh a little. “You ready baby? I'm about to blow your mind.” She nods to me, all speech having left her.

I slip two fingers inside of her, her wetness so colossal I think my fist will easily slip in, or so I hope. She grinds down against the two of them, seeking her orgasm as quick as she can. I add another two, her tight sheath already gripping me. My thumb enters beside them, my fingers all bunched together inside of her.

“Oh, shit.” She is already becoming shaky.

Here goes.

I pummel her fast and hard, my hand slipping further and further inside. My last knuckles are at her entrance, my hand nearly completely in. She is flooding around me, her juices spilling forth from within. I can feel the pressure building and know it is imminent.

“Here we go, Angel, get ready to explode.” I hold her shoulder with one hand as my other violently fucks her pussy, hammering so fast I can feel the strain in my shoulder.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh fuck, gonna cum.” She screams loudly as her pussy squeezes tightly, ready to release. I pull my hand back quickly from her, causing a gush of cum and water to spill from her, squirting forcefully at my chest and stomach.

She doesn’t stop. Every time it dies down a little, I fuck her again causing another spout to erupt from within her. The sofa, floor, Abbi and I are drenched in her fluid.

“Oh holy fucking fuck balls. That was amazing.” She breathes out as she collapses into my arms; the smile on her face is intoxicating. I swipe the sweat-drenched hair from her forehead and lean to kiss the soft skin there.

“I love you, Angel,” I tell her, raining little kisses on her cheeks and finally her lips.

“And I you, baby,” she says before closing her eyes, sealing them tight.

I awake to crying screams coming through the baby monitor. My eyes shoot open; my motherly instincts already back in full force. The month apart from Melissa has done nothing to dampen my reactions.

I sit up from the curled position I currently possess on Leighton’s lap. He is sound asleep, completely wiped out. The clock on the lounge wall reads 20:13. I have been asleep for nearly three hours, our little foursome having completely knocked me out.

Antonio and Debbie had left over three hours ago, leaving Leighton and I to sleep.

I wiggle myself from Leighton’s embrace and onto the floor, grabbing the baby monitor and running up to her room to see her. I feel excited to be near her once again, to change her stinky nappy, dress her and hold her.

She is kicking her little legs, and waving her arms all over the place, the little tears flooding her face break my heart. Her little lip quivers violently as she begs me to pick her up. My hands find themselves under her, lifting her to me and snuggling her into my embrace.

“Shhh, it’s okay. Mummy’s got you baby girl. Everything is okay now, sweetie.” I rock her against my chest, kissing her wispy soft hair. It feels so good to be back here, healthy and me again.

“Let’s get this stinky nappy off, hey.” I lay her down on top of the changing table, stripping her of her clothes and dirty nappy, cleaning her bottom and powdering it. I place a clean one on, then a new sleep suit to make her comfortable. “Want to come and wake daddy up with me?” I ask her, brushing her little nose with my finger. She begins to smile wide, kicking her legs again.

I pick her up once more, disposing of the nappy in the bin and then take the stairs down to the lounge.

Leighton has already made a bottle up, heated it and is waiting on the sofa for his daughter. “Do you want to feed her?” he asks me, holding the bottle out to me.

“Definitely, I missed this.” I take the warm milk from him and sit myself down next to him. He offers his arm for me and I snuggle into it. I get Melissa into a good position for feeding, lying her down with her head resting against the crook of my elbow, her hair tickling Leighton’s bare arms.

“You are so perfect, Abigail. God, I love you so much,” he whispers in my ear as he kisses the top of my head. His hand gently brushes up and down my sides as our daughter guzzles her milk. I am sure she will end up with wind if she carries on drinking at this speed, but I don't mind burping her for hours if that’s what she wants to do.

“Look at her go.” Leighton brushes Melissa’s cheek, smiling down at his daughter. “This is so meant to be, we are so good together baby,” he says to me, his heat enveloping me. It just feels so natural, so normal and perfect.

“It is, Leighton, it definitely is.” I breathe in a breath of relief and contentment as I relax in my home. I am enjoying my first evening back with my family knowing we are set for life, we are happy and so goddamn lucky it’s ridiculous.

“Come on baby, let’s get ourselves to bed, I want to snuggle with my woman, and maybe some other things.” He winks to me as he stands and takes a sleeping Melissa from my arms.

I pull myself from the cosy confinements of the couch to my feet. I stretch my arms above my head, my fatigue returning full force. I yawn loudly, my eyes tearing up as I stretch.

“Poor baby, did we wear you out earlier?” I bite my lip, remembering everything. It had happened; Antonio and I finally got to fuck each other. He is more than I ever imagined him to be, so bloody passionate and loving. Then I remember Leighton’s incredible hand, how it had made me collapse through his phenomenal skills. I had passed out from the pleasure of squirting on him, only to wake up an hour ago.

“Ah-ha, you definitely did, big boy.” I walk past him, wiggling my arse as I go. I stroke my hand over his groin, feeling his dick harden instantly.

“Abigail, do not go there Angel, we will never sleep,” he says as he gently rocks our baby to keep her sleeping.

“I’ll meet you upstairs, Leighton. Should I take some ice cream for dessert? After all, I do recall last time, you saying it would be my turn to be a sundae.” I wink at him, walking into the kitchen.

I hear him through the hallway as he takes the stairs to Mel’s room, “Abbi, definitely bring the ice-cream.” Then he disappears up the stairs out of sight but definitely not out of mind.

I giggle to myself as I already begin to develop images in my head of tonight’s impending cold playtime.

I open the giant freezer, collecting some Ben and Jerry’s. “Hmm, cookie dough, how I’ve missed you.” I kiss the side of the carton like a crazy woman, glad that my lips don't get stuck to the icy exterior of the cardboard.

I skip the length of the kitchen and hallways like a little girl, taking the stairs two at a time as my arousal starts to escalate. The cold of the tub freezes my fingers, igniting my body for what will happen in approximately three minutes.

I reach my daughters room as Leighton lays her motionless body in the cot, wrapping the blankets around her.

“Night Princess, I love you. I promise to always be here, I will never leave you,” he tells her, kissing his fingertips and placing them on her head. His words almost sound desperate and sadden me a little, but I decide to let them go, I know he would never leave her, or anyone he loved, for that matter.

I don't know if he has his own insecurities or what, because the way he spoke those words is kind of heartbreaking. Maybe one day he can tell me what’s on his mind, but I’m not going to pressure him, we are finally at a good place and that’s where I want to stay.

“Abigail, I want you naked, kneeling like you’ve been taught in the centre of the bed, ready for me when I get there,” he instructs me, his voice clipped, almost angry. He must have sensed me behind him, knowing I had overheard his little display of fear to his daughter. “We continue training tonight,” he continues, turning around and walking past me out of the room and to another room down the hall.

I am far too eager to continue this D/s stuff, my body humming with arousal and excitement at the thought of his hands on me.

I leave the room after kissing Melissa goodnight. Once in the hallway, I run the short distance to the next room, our bedroom. I open the big double doors and skid to a halt inside.

The room has changed completely, the walls and bed are still the same, but attached to the bed on each corner lay chains with leather cuffs on the ends, the wall laden with different types of whips, floggers, paddles and even a cane. The very idea of any of these on my skin makes me nervous and sick. I have felt the flogger used on me by Antonio just a few hours earlier, but that wasn’t punishment, it was for pleasure, and it felt fucking pleasurable to me.

I swallow down my nerves as they build rapidly inside, churning the butterflies in the pit of my stomach to mush. I strip down to my naked form, shuffling off the dressing gown I had shoved on earlier after our sex fest. I let it pool to my feet, the satin flowing in the slight breeze the wind blows in.

I place the carton of slowly melting ice cream on the bedside table, the ice outside thawing and collecting in a little pool of water at the bottom of the tub.

“Right, okay, kneel on the bed.” I talk to myself, trying to work out each step perfectly in my mind. I climb atop the huge mattress, trying to find the exact middle of it. I shuffle on my knees ‘til I am confident I am there. “Knees apart, hands on thighs, head down,” I tell myself, remembering the perfect position Debbie has shown me.

“Ready,” I whisper to myself as I take in a huge breath of contentment, or fear I don't know which.

“I hope so,” I hear Leighton say as the door creaks open a little and light filters in from the outside hallway. Only the little lamp beside the bed lights the room.

I ignore his deep rough tone, his emotional state obviously still affecting him. I want to stop this, to hold him and tell him whatever is wrong it will be okay, because clearly, something is getting to him and changing his behaviour.

“God, you look so perfect like this.” His voice drops an octave, the needy dangerous tone penetrating my body, causing every little hair to stand on end.

Do I say something back to him? Or do I just stay quiet? I go with the latter, knowing I need his permission to do anything.

“You can answer me, Abigail, I won't bite. Not yet anyway.” He speaks again, the same tone permeating the air around me, the sound waves of his voice travelling straight to my throbbing pussy.

“Thank you, Sir,” I answer him, nothing more, nothing less.

“Right, let’s get to it. Firstly, you are knelt perfectly, well done. Secondly, I want to go through what we will do tonight in regards to your training. Sit yourself down.” I slip from my knees to my backside, the cool sheets hitting my heating flesh.

He shuffles onto the bed next to me, turning to face me. “Abigail, you please me very much, today was incredible. You have taken to all of this extremely well and very fast. How are you feeling about earlier?” I think back to my reactions to everything, the punishment spanking, the sensual flogging, the sex with Antonio, the threesome, the foursome! I feel fucking fantastic, on top of the world. I just hope he feels the same and that it isn’t the reason he is so off.