Dauntless (The LockDown Series Book 2) (30 page)

“What do you need from me Pet? What do want me to do?” I probe; I need her guidance in this. She has been through something horrific in the last twenty-four hours and I don’t want to push too far.

“All of it, I need all of you, Sir,” she tells me and as I look in her eyes and see them glassing over, I have to stop this before it gets out of control.

“Sit down, sweetness.” She falls back on her heels and then wiggles her legs from underneath herself. I sit next to her on the bed, pulling her to my side and kissing her head. “Now tell me, what are you feeling right now?”

She shrugs her shoulders at me and I tap her on the nose. She knows better than to act nonchalantly with me.

“The truth, Pet,” I tell her again.

“I’m scared, Leighton, really fucking scared. Every time I close my eyes I hear her cries, I remember my screams when I saw her gone, I see Phillip here, hurting me again.” She begins to cry on my chest, her body shaking uncontrollably.

“Abigail, Phillip is dead, I can assure you he is sweetheart and Mel, she isn’t going anywhere, I will have her watched and you until the day I die if I have to. You will always be safe. I love you baby,” I assure her. I don’t know what I can do to make her feel any better. We are getting nowhere fast with her emotional welfare. I thought we had made her anxiety and distrust in this world dissipate, but I am clearly mistaken.

She nods to me, her head once again down and sad. “I just need to forget for a bit Sir, will you please help me?” She is begging me; it breaks my heart, tears me in two and leaves my soul cracked. I’m not whole unless she is; I’m not whole unless my Abigail is a complete person.

“Anything Angel, I’ll do and be anything you need.” I reassure her of my nearness, that I will do anything for her, to see her happy and whole again.

“Thank you,” she says sweetly.

“Now, Pet, I’m going to leave the room and when I come back in we shall start over. Remember the rules; remember who you are and that I love you.” I stroke her hair as I shimmy her off my lap and back onto the softness our mattress exhumes.

“Yes Sir.” She sounds slightly happier and it heals me a little.

“Good girl.” I walk from the bed and out of the door, rubbing my hands over my face a few times before taking a lungful of air to refuel my body.

I know what I am going to do to her; I will do the one thing I know she craves now; a thing I know wipes her demons away, well at least for a while anyway. She may have told me how sore her backside is and how she doesn’t want a repeat but I know it helps, I know that after she will be right as rain and the Abigail I left behind two days ago.

I undo the top button to my jeans to show the light sprinkle of hair I have there, I know it drives her wild to see me like this, for me to tease her and not let her touch me.

I re-enter the room not making a sound, not showing her any acknowledgment. I sit myself down on the chair next to the bed and bring my ankle up to rest on the opposite knee.

I study her naked body, watching as she inhales and exhales the air around us both. She is calm, cool and collected. I can tell she has already begun to switch off the outside world from this room. She needs this. I need this. We fucking need this to happen, and if it is the last thing I do, if I have to spank her arse until I have exorcised every demon from her soul and body, then I will.

She kneels in the centre of our huge bed, the sheets indenting were her knees press firmly down. Her hands are crossed gracefully behind her back ready and willing for me to take her. The fullness of her breasts lay firm against her chest, her nipples pebbled and hard. Her long blonde locks are flowing down from her head over her shoulder, covering the tops of her breasts. Her tummy is now flatter and smoother, moving slightly with her breaths, and then her legs spread evenly apart, giving me a slight glimpse of her already wetting pussy.

“Eyes,” I command her. She knows what it means, it is my order for her to look at me, and when her sparkling blue pools stare back at me, I know she is already on her way to subspace. Just having the control taken away and having me take away the pain for the smallest of moments helps. “Good girl. Now Pet, here is what is going to happen next. Lie on your stomach and stretch your arms above your head for me.” She nods to me, and then stretches her legs out and rolls onto her stomach. Her slender arms stretch above her head, reaching the headboard. “Good girl. Now, I’m going to restrain your arms and legs, sweetness.” I tell her my every step; she needs to know she can trust me. I need her to trust me; I crave it like I crave cocaine.

“Yes Sir,” she tells me, and the high-pitched tone to her voice makes me smile. She is becoming aroused at the mere thought of what can happen.

I collect two lengths of soft rope from the designated drawers and use them to attach her beautiful wrists to the wooden posts of our bed frame. I slip my fingers under each makeshift restraint to check there is still enough room for her blood to flow somewhat. “Feel okay?” I ask her, just for double clarification.

“Yes Sir, perfect.” This is Abbi, even though Phillip and his men had once restrained and assaulted her, she still craves the feeling of no control. Some would shy away, avoid their nightmares at all costs, but Abbi just faces them, uses them and turns them into the object of her fantasy.

“Good Pet, I’m glad. Now is it okay to blind you? I want you to blank everything out,” I ask her as I collect the silk blindfold from the same set of drawers. I already know she will say yes. I am the only person she trusts to be in the complete dark with. Her father has ruined her trust in the darkness the night brings, but I have earned her trust enough that she knows I will protect her from any evil, in the dark or otherwise. I will die for her.

“Yes,” she answers, this time no sir. I know she is feeling a little anxious and she has every reason to, but I want to diminish her fright and fears.

“Pet.” I warn her, she knows better than to forget the respect I have earned. She wants to be included in my lifestyle then she needs to do it properly. She’s fully trained now and knows where she stands with me.

“Yes, Sir.” She corrects herself, breathing a sigh of relief.

“Okay, that was the last warning Pet. No more mistakes, now I’m going to restrain your ankles okay.” I warn her again as I collect more length of soft rope.

“Yes Sir,” she replies again. I walk to the bed, grasp both ankles, caressing the skin there. I gently stroke her ankle and foot, before pulling at the both of them. Her arms are forced to straighten completely.

She hisses through her teeth, not in pain, but in pleasure. She is struggling to maintain her control.

“Pet, god you look so perfect and beautiful like this. Your skin is so soft and pale, ready for me to paint. You are a perfect canvas, ready for me to create magic upon, are you ready sweetness, are you in this with me, are you ready to lose yourself in the pleasure I can gift you, Angel?” I retrieve my flogger from its respective place and wind the long throngs around my hand, my other hand holding onto the leather-plaited handle.

“Yes Sir.” Her breaths are becoming short and sharp, her body tensing and relaxing repeatedly, as I take my sweet time walking back to her. I make every step as loud as I can on the cushioned carpet, trying to build as much suspense as I can feasibly manage.

When I arrive at her perfectly laid out body, her beautiful curved back and delectable backside, I trail the flogger tails from the soles of her feet, up her calves and thighs, between her naked arse, up her back and to her neck. The suede sends a delicious trail of goose bumps in its wake, allowing every little hair to rise on end.

“Feel that baby? Do you feel how you react to my touch, to my love?” I continue to twirl the tails around her back, bottom and legs, teasing and tormenting her wanting skin. “Because I can feel it, I can see it. I possess you Angel, every damn inch of you. You are mine, Abigail, mine to love, mine to please, mine to protect and mine to whip.” At this point, I lift the whip and bring it down hard against her back. She tries her hardest to jolt from the bed at the attack, but the restraints don’t allow much leeway.

I lift again and smack it hard on another part of her back, painting beautiful red lines across it. “Beautiful,” I simply state as I marvel in her appearance.

I proceed to mark her back, thighs and arse, magnificent lines appearing all over. I drop the flogger after a full fifteen minutes of attacking her skin, using my fingers to gently rub her now burning flesh. “Sweetness, how are you feeling?” I ask her, no noise having been spilt from her throat. She has been silent the entire time. Not even the slightest, quietest moan leaving her.

“Good. Very good, but I need you Leighton, I truly need you,
now
.” She begs me once more, and I know she doesn’t need the rough love anymore; she needs me to truly possess her now.

“Okay baby.” I climb on the bed and sit across her marked back. I lean forward and kiss the top of her back, my fingers fumbling with the ropes holding her. As her hands release, she removes the blindfold and then brings them behind her to grasp onto my thighs, her fingers digging into my skin. She is trying her hardest to turn over, to face me, but the ties on her ankles are stopping her from moving. “Hold ya horses baby,” I tell her, as I swing one leg across so I can move down the bed.

“Somebody’s in a hurry, aren’t they sweetheart?” I quickly and expertly remove the rope from each ankle, tossing it across the room. Before I can say anything, she flips herself over, moving herself to her knees. Her face is level with mine as I also kneel at the foot of the enormous bed.

She stares at me intently and hungrily. She is ready to pounce. Her blue eyes are ablaze with arousal and they consume every inch of my being, drawing me in like a moth to a poxy flame.

“
Now
,” she states simply as she leans her hands forward, grabbing my shirt collar and falling back with me in her clutches. I put both of my hands out to support my weight as we topple backwards.

She looks up at me once again, her eyes full of adoration and love. As our lips fuse and connect, I feel our hearts melt into one beating organ, fuelling and powering our entwined bodies.

I have never felt so close to him, throughout the entire time we have known one another, I haven’t felt this connected and at one with him.

As he had whipped my arse, repeatedly bringing that flogger down, he fixed each broken and cracked segment of my frail heart. Fuck it, the guy is my fucking heart. He is the blood that pumps through my veins, the oxygen that flows through my body, the heat that covers every inch of me and every thought that filters through my brain.

I couldn’t be more content right now, here with Leighton, in our bed.

I hold onto his collar, desperate to keep him close to me as my lips mate with his. I have needed this from the very moment I had seen the lipstick heart, the one I thought my soul mate had left me. “Leighton.” I moan into his mouth as I push my tongue through his welcoming opening. “Baby,” I say, twirling my tongue with his. I release one hand from his collar, allowing me the freedom to reach to his head and clutch a handful of his thick, silky hair.

“Abbi, baby, I need you,” he whispers in my ear, as his lips leave mine and trail the sensitive length of my throat.

“Yes,” I reply, “now.” I release him completely, using both hands to unbutton the expensive cotton of his shirt, pushing it completely open as my hands release the final button. I bring my palms to his firm chest, digging my nails into his skin lightly, before dragging them the entire length of his torso.

“FUCK,” he moans, as he grinds his still denim-clad crutch against my bare one. “Jeans” he says sternly, and my hands instinctively shoot down between us and release the metal button that stands between his cock and me.

He assists with the removal, standing from the bed and pulling them completely off. His dick springs free as the denim rolls down his thighs. Without the confinements of any boxers, it juts forward, proud and wanton. I have to swallow a fucking huge lump in order to let myself breathe. I have missed him with such a raw desire and need, that I feel faint just thinking about his skin against mine.

He stands naked, glorious and the perfect Adonis I know him to be, before he kneels at the end of the bed and stalks his way to me, every inch of him grazing and burning my body even more. The magnets are in play, because as soon as his cock aligns with the very wet opening of my pussy we’re adjoined, his dick sliding deep inside and fusing with me.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I moan loudly, nearly screaming as he fills my cunt full. “Oh god.”

“God has nothing to do with this, Angel, this is all me. You want more?” he asks me, pulling out a little.

“Yes, god yes,” I beg. I know I sound desperate but I couldn’t care less, I would beg on my knees for even five minutes with the man.

“What? Like this?” He slams back into me, the few inches he has removed now back inside me.

“ARRGGHHH!” This time I do scream, and it feels fucking good. “More,” I ask, pleading, begging, whatever the fuck it is, I will do it again, no questions asked.