Dauntless (The LockDown Series Book 2) (3 page)

I sit in the chair, the ankle of my right leg placed casually on my left knee, my gun aimed nicely at his head.

I turn to Kalina, smiling sweetly at her. “Now, Kalina, you wouldn’t want him to live would you? I don’t think you would, not after the way he has probably treated you. How about you be a good little girl, and withhold that orgasm you want. I know you know how to, I did teach you after all.” I gently stroke her hair, wanting nothing more than to ram my cock deep in her throat to gain some relief to the boner I was sporting. My violence makes me this fucking aroused, I have no clue why, but it does.

For an irritating, whining little whore, she is a luscious little thing. Yes, she is fake as shit, but the huge tits and tight little pussy she has makes up for that, and the discipline and absolute control is outstanding. I am proud of myself for training her so well, I just wished she wasn’t so clingy to me, she knows we were just a short fling.

Phillip’s tongue laps at her shaven, wet slit, desperately trying to get her to the peak. His fingers are ramming inside of her so fast I can hear the wetness dripping and squelching around his hand.

I can see Kalina is close to coming before the first minute is even up. I can’t have that, can I?

I know she doesn’t like pain, it isn’t her thing, so as she is about to release I squeeze her pert little nipple hard and twist it violently.

She smashes back down on the desk, crying at the pain searing through her. “I guess you didn’t cum hey Kalina? That’s a shame, I kind of like seeing you screaming in pleasure.”

I stay seated in the comfy swivel chair and aim my gun at Phillip’s shoulder. “Tut, tut, tut, Phillip, that is a shame. I thought you were better than that. You managed to get Abbi begging for you. Now, where do I shoot? This is real hard, erm…” I aim the gun at his other leg. “Eenie,” then I aim at his head. ‘Meanie,’ I bring the glock down in line with his dick. ‘Miney,’ then I shoot directing it at his shoulder like I originally planned. The glorious bang echoes through the office making me throw my head back in a callous laugh as I hear his screams. I look down at him. ‘MO!’.

Blood seeps through Phillip’s skin and trickles down his chest. “Not such a big man now, are you? Where are all those lovely men you so kindly boss around? Oh, that’s right, I’m not supposed to know where you are.” I then lower my voice to a whisper. “This is a secret place isn’t it? Oops, you’re very bad at hiding things Mr Blackman, but I’ll be kind, I won’t tell anyone.

I circle the gun in the air around me, nonchalantly. “So, thanks for having CCTV, was kind of unexpected to see her with you, but I suppose it’s best to know the kind of whore she is before I put a ring on her finger permanently. Now, Kalina is waiting, very patiently might I add.” I turn to Kalina and stroke her face, “Good girl.” Then I aim my gun at his dick, “I would very much like you to stop with all these melodramatics and put your mouth on her delicious cunt, please.”

He begins to try and stand, the bullet holes in his thigh and shoulder making it near impossible for him. “Three,” I cock my head to the side and then take my ankle from my knee, placing it on the floor next to the other one. I lean forward, my forearms on my thighs. “Two,” I focus my eyes on him, every piece of anger I feel towards him there in my murderous gaze. His hands reach onto the desk as he tries to pull himself up with it; his mouth haphazardly connects with Kalina’s dripping core. “One.” I shoot at him anyway, deliberately skimming his side. “Oops, my bad, must be a bad round.” His scream drowns the room, his body falls to the floor in a heap, the agony in his streaming eyes doing nothing to dampen my violent mood, in fact, they only make me smile and my dick harden further.

“Well, Mr Blackman, looks as though Abbi might have been faking some of those orgasms, seeing as you can’t even get Kalina to cum once. Poor girl, I don’t think that’s very fair on her.”

“Please, Leighton.” Blood starts to splatter onto his lips as he coughs. “Just go, this will all end. I’ll stop everything; I’ll leave you all alone,” he begs me. Not such a tough man when he’s on his own is he?

“No can do, Phillip. You see, you have been nothing but a pain in my arse, mate, and I, for one, as well as the boys, would love to see your head on a pole. So I suggest you say goodbye to this lovely lady here because you have exactly five seconds to do so.” I look to Kalina and smile at her, flicking my eyes from her face to her pussy, ripe and ready for me.

“Five… four… three… two… one… goodbye Phillip, hope you get raped in hell.” I pull the trigger and put a bullet into his chest, a sense of absolute completion filling me. I don’t need Abigail, I don’t need anyone. I can get pussy whenever I want it, and what better time to start than right now.

“Hello Kalina, it’s nice to see you sweetheart.” I stand from my chair and hover above her. One of my hands reaches the slender column of her neck. The scent of perfume, fear and arousal fumigate the air, causing every drop of blood inside of me to surge to my dick, making it harder than steel. My other hand strokes down her curvaceous frame, over the swell of her plump tits. I pinch her nipples gently, and then rub the sting away. She has been a good girl, has stayed silent and calm throughout the whole thing.

“You have been such a good girl, Pet; I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?” I ask her in the only voice she understands from me.

“Yes, Sir, please let me cum?” she begs me, her sparkling eyes winking at me. Her teeth nibble at her fake full lip. God, she is just outstanding, so well behaved and so fucking hot, it’s hard not to spunk in my jeans right now. Why I ever gave her up, I don’t know.

“You can make a noise this time, Pet, you can cum, and you can scream. But under no circumstances do you touch me. You know my rules sweetheart.” She is one of the best submissives I’ve ever had, so compliant and open to anything. No matter what I had said to her at Scott’s party, none of it was true. She didn’t need to change; she was perfect the way she was.

“I know, Sir, I promise I won’t touch, just please, make me cum. I want you so bad, Sir, I’ve been waiting for you for so long.” I keep a firm grasp around her throat, squeezing ever so gently to make her eyes roll back in their sockets. I have hidden this side of me from Abbi, she is far too damaged and weak to deal with the dominant man I naturally am. She needs love and compassion, not a spanking and rough fucking.

“That’s it, baby, relax.” I bring the hand grasping at her breasts, down between her thighs. My fingers dip inside her dripping opening, causing her body to rise from the desk. “Always so ready for me, Kalina. Good girl. Now, let’s see if we can finish what he started.” I nod to the pile of the bloodied, dying human on the carpet.

I fill her pussy with three of my fingers, her tight walls clamping down on me hard. “So tight, Pet. Now ride my hand, fuck it hard. Make yourself cum.” She begins to move up and down on the desk, her hot cunt smothering my hand as she descends onto it repeatedly. My fingers are hitting her cervix full force, her body jolting under the intense pressure. The screams leaving her throat have me wanting to fill the gaping hole in her face with my dick.

I remove my hand from her throat and unzip my jeans. “Pull them down, Pet, and get my cock out.” I am permitting her touch for a small measure of time, and I know she will appreciate it, crave it even.

Her tiny hands work quickly at drawing the denim down my thighs and grasping onto my rock hard iron length. “Use your hands to stroke me while you suck me. This is the only thing you touch, understand? Do not take advantage of me, Kalina.”

“I understand, Sir.” She grips firmly onto me, the way I like it. Her gateway descends onto my cock, filling her petite mouth with it.

“Oh, fuck, suck me harder.” I use my free hand to clamp firmly at her hair, winding the long brown locks around
my fingers. I begin to ram smoothly but effectively into her warm depths. I can feel my dick beginning to pulsate against her tongue already.

I can hear the odd occasional grunt from Phillip’s blood-stained body on the floor. He is nearly dead and that fact makes me even harder.

Kalina’s cunt begins to choke my hand, her inner muscles clenching so hard I think she might break my fingers. She pulls her mouth away from my hardness to moan, “Oh, fuck, Leighton, Sir, fuck, I’m going to cum. Argghhh, shit.” She continues screaming her release, her orgasm pouring from her, coating my hands and the desk.

I remove my hand from her, and join it with the other one in her hair. I turn my body to face her more, and then ram hard and violently into her warm recess.

“Swallow, Pet, your reward is my cum. Swallow it all, like a good girl.” She takes me fully into her throat, just like I trained her to, and sucks me hard. My orgasm approaches at lightning speed, spilling from the tip of my dick and drowning her mouth. I can feel her struggling to drink the entirety of my climax, but she does it, because she knows better than to disobey me

I pull from within her, letting her lap the last drips from around me before I tuck my cock back into my jeans.

I stroke her hair from her sweat-drenched face and body, skimming my fingers down her cheek. “Good girl, thank you Kalina. We will see each other very soon, I hope.” With that, I walk from the office, kicking the now breathless, motionless, dead body on the carpet.

It has been precisely two hours since I called Antonio. The clock in the kitchen, where I am still seated from earlier, tells me that it has gone past ten o’clock at night. He is now five hours late home, and I have taken a total of four anti-anxiety tablets so far.

My vision is blurring, I am shaking horrendously and I am so fucking tired I think I might pass out sprawled against the counter top. I am trying my very hardest to keep my eyes open, just in case he returns home any time soon, but I am failing miserably. I just want to sleep, I need to sleep. The pills have completely taken it out of me, and for the love of God, I know I should stop taking them. I know that they are nothing but bad for me, filthy poison in my system, but every time my blood pressure increases the slightest, or I can feel the palpitations within my chest, those little yellow pills are there ready for me, they settle me and make it possible to be a mother.

I know I’m not in control anymore, they govern everything I do these days, but Leighton is oblivious to how I am coping. How will I explain the reasons I have come to rely so heavily on some compressed powder? What will I say? ‘Hey, baby, I’m addicted to my anxiety meds since I fucked your arch enemy’s brains out, and my body kind of liked that I did.’ I know Leighton is an understanding, compassionate man, but you don’t have to be a genius to see the nasty streak within him, to know if he has even the slightest acknowledgment to what has happened, this whole mess would escalate beyond any comparison.

I am sitting on the stool breathing in and out heavily, but failing to control my intake
. How after taking four tablets, am I still this anxious and panicked I have no idea, but I am.

I pick my phone up, the one I have been staring at for the past two hours, from the counter and twizzle it a few times in my hand. I contemplate calling Ant to find out the progress on his search.

I unlock the screen and call his number knowing I need some information to settle my nerves.

“Hi, Abigail, I got hold of him, I know where he is and I’m on my way there now.” Oh, thank God. I feel my stomach settle into its normal place and not my throat.

“Thank God, Oh God Antonio, I’ve been so worried.” I begin to cry into the phone, my emotions are rocketing and so bloody unsettled it is ridiculous.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, he’s safe. But I’m going to have him stay with me tonight okay, I’ll explain tomorrow.”

“Ant, what the hell has happened? Please tell me.” I beg him; I am so confused as to why Leighton wouldn’t want to come home to me and his daughter.

“He’s okay, Abbi, that’s all you need to know darling. Just give me some time with him; he’ll come home soon to explain everything.” God, if I had thought talking to Ant would settle my stomach I was clearly mistaken. The thoughts now running through my brain are more dangerous to my health than the pills.

I seriously need to sleep this off, to lay my head down and let this all roll over.

“Okay, Ant, thank you. Just keep him safe please, tell him I love him please, god so much, and so does Melissa.”

“I will do darling, sleep well and don’t worry. And know that he loves you too, everyone can see it.” I hang the phone up, wanting to throw it against the hard cement of the kitchen wall.

“Fuuuuck!” I pull at my hair as I stand from my stool. I grab the bottle of scotch from the counter and make my way to the bedroom.

As I walk past the lounge, I punch a hole through the plastered wall, the surrounds caving in around my hand. My knuckles are cut and bleeding a little, but god I feel some crazy kind of relief doing it.

I check on Melissa once more before going into my room and collapsing on the bed, fully clothed. I clutch the glass bottle and drink from it, savouring every drop as if it were the last drops of water left on this earth.