Dauntless (The LockDown Series Book 2) (34 page)

“Oh, Abbi, I know I didn’t need an excuse for tonight, but you’ve just given the both of us a perfect reason. Get off the bed and stand at the end,” Leighton instructs me, his heated stare driving me insane. I growl at them, the pure eroticism of the pair of them together is all I need to get off. I had done everything with the two of the. I couldn’t think of a thing we hadn’t done together, the three of us discovering my love and obsession with kink. Tonight, though, I know it’s going to be different, more intense, more fierce and more possessing.

I walk to the end of the bed, standing in the perfect position for them. I face them; my head bowed gracefully, my hands behind my back. My breasts are pointing towards them, perky and firm. My nipples are already peaking hard, the stifling air smothering every inch of my skin. “God, Leighton, where did you find her? She is just perfection. Look at her. Every inch of her body is one to be treasured, loved, possessed, marked and fucked severely, intensely and brutally. You want that, Princess? You want me to fuck your tight little pussy?” Ant asks me, his face above mine. His warm, intoxicating body is in front of me, but his head a whole foot above my own. I refrain from flinching in pleasure, as Ant’s strong fingertips stroke my cheek, moving a lock of hair from my face. They move to my lips, grazing them, making them swell in preparation for him. “Utter beauty, Abigail. God, you are just so perfect,” he whispers to me, putting his muscular arms on the bed posts either side of me, moving into me further. His forceful body pushes me into the bed frame, the back of my knees touching it. My entire being shivers as his lips brush against my ear, his breath electrocuting my body with lust and arousal. “Turn around, Pet, bend over and hold the chains on the posts,” he orders me, licking my earlobe then biting hard onto it. I want to swear and plead for him to help remove this intense pressure inside of me, but I know it will be a long time before that happens.

I turn around as ordered; bending at the waist so my naked body is on show, my most private parts open and spread for the both of them. I grab a hold of the post’s chains. I open my legs a little, giving myself some semblance of balance. I struggle to pick which side to look, as Ant and Leighton take a wrist each and attach it to a leather cuff on the chain. “You were wrong before, Ant. You thought she was perfect then, that is nothing on this,” Leighton exclaims, his voice hoarse and deep, that beautiful British tone shining through. I jump forward as much as I can, as a firm hand collides with my exposed backside. “I love seeing my mark on her, seeing her flesh so pink and ripe from me,” Leighton states aloud, rubbing away the burning sting searing through my skin.

A larger hand connects with the other arse cheek, harder, firmer and fiercer. Others would see this as abuse, a deranged arrangement for sick-minded people, but to me this is passion, affection, possession, love and serenity. “I think, Leighton, I would like to try out that new cane you bought. Would that be okay?” I know Ant is in need of this tonight, a way to release the built up anguish and hurt inside, but I damned every fucker that ever lived for him choosing a cane. I have only experienced it once, and that one time was enough to last me a lifetime, and maybe after. The pain was like nothing I had ever felt before. It was so suffocating I felt sick. My skin burned, stung, felt raw and open to every sensation around. But I love these two men more than my own life, and if giving myself over to their pleasure, allowing Ant to experience that space in his head where he can dispose of his bad thoughts, then I am more than willing to have a few bleeding welts for that.

“Yes, now, please,” Leighton said, clearly excited to see me at somebody else’s mercy, at Ant’s mercy. Antonio’s sexy laugh makes me sigh in pleasure, needing to clench my thighs together to relieve the itch there.

I count in my head as the silent seconds pass me. Leighton does not talk to me, doesn’t acknowledge me the way he always does in a proper scene. The Dom, always so professional and aloof.

“God, this is a beautiful cane, Leighton. Money always buys the best of everything.” I hear Ant again, then the swooshes through the air as he tests the rattan. “Jesus, that’s gonna hurt like a bitch, lucky I’m so good at soothing the hurt after, hey kitten?” he asks me, and I just nod my answer.

I jump; biting my lip to stop the scream as a warm hand once again hits my already burning flesh. “I said, hey kitten?” Ant prompts me, his hand remaining on the warm spot he has created.

“Yes, Sir, you are the best at healing the hurt. Now please, just fucking hurt me,” I cry out, needing to get the pain out of the way so these two men could use my body for ways I love. Fucking me into oblivion.

“Topping from the bottom, as usual. Leighton, when is she going to learn?” they talk amongst themselves.

“Never,” Leighton replies, laughing.

“Oh well, she can still learn the lesson over and over again. Five strikes with the cane, Princess. You will count,” he informs me and I bear down hard to prepare myself for the oncoming excruciating pain.

I want to kill myself a millions times, as the cane collides with me. I scream loudly, unable to cope with the level of pain already. “ONE!” I scream violently.

“TWO!” I shout again as he hits me once more. “Please, stop, it hurts.” I plead and beg.

“I don't like that word. Stop, it doesn’t do much for me, does it for you, Leigh?” Ant torments me, swishing the cane behind me, the noise and flushes of air frightening me.

“Nope, not my thing either,” my fiancé replies.

“THREE!” I am sobbing now, tears streaming down my face painfully as the third burns me.

“FOUR! FIVE!” I repeat rapidly as they seem to join as one overpowering, intense, agonising bite to my blistered flesh. I sag in my bonds, my body becoming limp and weak.

I feel myself being removed from the restrained position and moved onto the comforts of my bed. I jolt as my bottom rubs against the sheets. “Shhh, it’s okay, baby. I'm going to get some cream for you,” Leighton tells me, kissing my wet face, the tears soaking my skin.

Leighton disappears from the room, the door closing behind him.

“Pet, you are all mine, now. You will do as I say, okay?” he asks me firmly. His deep chocolate eyes are drawing me in, his voice is mesmerising and his body is so fucking sexy I could die. The pain is instantly calmed as he brings his body close to mine, the heat soothing me.

“Yes Sir,” I tell him.

“You and Leighton are mine, all mine, I will never share you with anyone. Understand?” I can see he is hurting, that what Debbie has done has hurt him bad but he is trying his hardest to push through it.

“Ant, can I just say something real quickly before we get down and dirtier.?”

“Sure, go ahead Angel?” he prompts me to continue.

“How are you?” I push him to his back and straddle his lap. I place my palms on his chest and push to keep him from going anywhere. The burn in my backside is nothing compared to the look of heartbreak on Ant’s face, so I push through the agony to comfort a guy I love so deeply it bruises me.

“I’m fine,” he says sternly, an angry look on his face.

“Don’t bullshit me, Ant; I’ve known you too long for you to fib to me. Now the truth, tell me what you’re feeling, please.” I try to push him into being open with me, telling me how it has affected him.

“The truth? Fine, here’s the goddamn truth. I’m broken, I’m fucking hurt, and my heart is aching like a cunt. I have zilch trust in women now, I want to stab the fucking whore in the throat, I might be a dad and then again, I might not. I want to fuck the shit out of you to forget how fucked up my life has become. That enough for you, Abigail?” He turns his head sideways, closing his eyes tightly.

“Hey, Antonio, look at me, now.” He refuses, so I slide my hand under his cheek and force his face to mine. “Look at me, baby.” He flickers his eyes open, tears falling from them as he stares at me. “You have nothing to be ashamed of Ant, you are an incredible man, I love you more than I could possibly admit. You are going to be a fantastic father, it is the greatest gift God could give someone, and sure, she betrayed you, but she is blessing you with a child. I want you to fuck the shit out of me, not to forget what’s happened, but to embrace the future possibilities.” I lean down and press my lips to his full rosy ones. “I want you Ant, just you.” It is bad to want him on my own, to be able to give him the love the way he should be given, but it is true and there’s nothing I can do about it. Secretly, I think Leighton knows just how strong my feelings are for his best friend but I will never take it further than casual sex. It isn’t fair on either of us to do so.

“I need you, Abbi,” he tells me as his fingers find the back of my head and pull me flat to him. A single hand lay twisted in my hair as the other trails my spine down to my arse. His huge hand gropes my bare backside, squeezing, kneading
me, sliding his fingers between the crack there. His fingertips graze the wet opening of my pussy, teasing me. His touch is so different to Leighton’s; it makes me feel different every single time. Every tiny, little, miniscule, feather touch, makes a volcano eruption inside of me.

“Please.” I beg him, feeling his hard cock firm between the lips of my sex. My juices are flooding from me, coating his length ready for penetration. “God this is so wrong, but feels too fucking good, Ant,” I tell him, still kissing him. My naked tits are brushing his chest, the tiny hairs on his, tickling them.

His arms wrap around the backs of my thighs, lifting me slightly. His cock bobs up, tall and proud. I bite my lip hard as he gently eases me down over his dick. “Oh fuck,” I cry out as he impales me. He is huge, far bigger than Leighton is. He stretches me painfully deliciously, hitting every spot inside that is begging for him.

“Abbi, sweet Jesus.” I rest my palms on his chest hard, pushing myself to sit up. I look down at him, my hair trailing over my shoulders, reaching his pecks. His hands reach up and cup my breasts, a hand on each squeezing and teasing my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

I rock back and forth on him, and then begin to bounce up and down on him, my breathy moans loud and proud.

His hands leave my breasts, moving down to my waist. They find their way around my hips and grip there. “Move, really move on my dick baby.” He assists me, pushing me back and forth over him, driving him deep inside, before retreating.

“Ant, oh god, baby. Harder, fuck me harder.” I get my wish, because he flips us over, still buried inside of my pussy. I wrap my legs around his waist and lift myself off the bed a little.

He begins at a relentless, torturous pace as he pounds inside of me. I claw at his back, scratching my nails down his spine, before digging them into his arse. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon baby,” I tell him, lifting my pussy up and down to meet his every pound into me.

“Do it, for me, all for me. You are mine, Abigail.” His dominant voice sends me over, spiralling out of control. I can feel my cunt gripping his dick like a vice. I want him to finish in me, to fill me up with his cum.

“Shitttt! Gonna, cum.” He slams into me twice, his balls slapping against my arse.

“Argghhh, Antonio, please, I need to feel you.” I squeeze his arse harder, my nails piercing the top layer of skin.

“Ahhh, coming,” he tells me as he stills inside me, his dick pulsating, warm fluid filling me. He leans his head on mine, placing a small kiss on my lips. He looks deep into my eyes. “I love you, Abigail.”

I am selfish to say the least. It isn’t fair on her to tell her how I feel. I can’t possibly face her reaction to me.

“You love me?” she says quietly, still struggling to breathe after my thoroughly fucking her.

“Forget I said anything,” I reply quickly, removing myself from within her and standing up. I damn myself to hell as I cross the room, finding my clothes and pulling them onto my body rapidly. I want to leave; I need to leave now.

“Ant.” I hear her shout as I walk from the room, closing the door behind me. I walk the hallways of Leighton’s house fast, taking the stairs two at a time to get to the front door.

“Hey, Ant, you okay?” I hear Georgia say quietly from beside me. I close my eyes and try not to listen to her. She is innocent and she doesn’t need me anywhere near her. Leighton is right, I need to stay away from his sister, especially now I am feeling fucking shit and need something to take my mind off the stupid revelation of my love for Abbi. “What’s wrong?” she continues when I don’t answer her, reaching for the door handle to let myself out.

I hiss and cringe as I feel her tiny hand on my arm, twisting me to face her. I keep my head down, not wanting to show her the weakness and hurt I feel right now. Tonight changed my life; sure, I have known for quite a while the conniving little bitch Debbie is, but to admit it to Leighton, admitting it to myself, that has cracked my heart in two, no scrap that, it has broken it into a million tiny shards, stopping any beat it once had.

“Please, just leave me be George.” I ask her calmly, she doesn’t need to get herself messed up in everything.