Final LockDown (11 page)

She comes to my head and looks down at me. “Andrea?” I ask, recognising her from the club instantly. She looks down my body to where mine and Leighton’s bodies connect. She nods her answer as she continues to talk. “Perfect,” she says as she strokes her fingertip down the side of my body then follows the same path back up Leighton’s to his shoulder. I know he feels the same reaction to her as I do because his dick, which had been softening after our intimacy, has suddenly become hard.

“Hello again, Abigail. I am your designated nurse for the duration of your visit. I’ve seen you and Leighton before, fucking and playing, but nothing has ever been as hot as watching the passion he holds when fucking you as his wife.” I gulp down my arousal as she slowly circles my body, taking in all of me.

“Do you know what I want right now? I want to be where you are, under your husband, letting him fuck me the same as he has you. Do you have a problem with that, Abbi?” Andrea asks me, raising her eyebrow and biting her lip. Her large brown eyes are open wide and sparkling with mischief.

Andrea was one of the Domme’s at the club and it drove me crazy to know she was willing to be with Leighton, a Dom, to gain her pleasure.

I try to steady my breathing, trying to remind myself that Leighton and I could never go there again, letting another person into our relationship. It had done nothing but create madness. Debbie is pregnant with Leighton or Ant’s baby; she has deceived us all and nearly killed my brother. I can’t trust another person to fulfil the part of me that right now, is screaming for a woman.

HOLY FUCK! She is unzipping the front of her tunic, so steady and tantalising as her lacy black bra is very slowly being exposed.

I look to Leighton, whose eyes are glued to her petite perfect body. She is utter sin, full of lusciousness. I clench my pussy around his now steel dick in reaction to her. I can see saliva clearly trying to work its way out of his mouth as he eye fucks her.

He eventually turns to look at me, his eyes bulging from their sockets. The heat his body is releasing is scolding me, turning my entire existence into a big pile of wetness.

“You enjoy looking at me, Sir? Does my body make you hot? I bet your nice and hard inside of her right now aren’t you? Wanting to fuck her once again over seeing my tits,” she says as she pushes her scrubs from her body and exposes her full breasts as the barely-there bra contains them, her stiff nipples visible through the material.

“The doctor should have told you, Abigail. It’s dangerous to engage in physical activity until your body is fully healed. Me? Well I say the doc can go fuck himself because you handled yourself just fine.” Her eyes perversely roam my husband’s naked arse. “Yes, perfectly well indeed.” She is well spoken, suiting the outer London residence perfectly. Her voice is similar in tone to Leighton’s when he is turned on, and I wonder if that is just a customary thing for people to do when they are aroused.

“What do you want, may I ask?” I pluck the courage up and ask Andrea of her plans.

“Hmm, well originally I wanted to take your obs, Mrs Lock, but now? Well now there are many things I want to do to you.” She smiles at me, eye raping my bare body.

“God.” I hear Leighton whisper as he lowers his head into my shoulder and groans. He rolls his hips into me a little more, grinding his pelvis against the sweet spot that is so sensitive it makes me quake with shivers.

“Ahhh.” I moan back as he accelerates my arousal again, driving it high and fast towards the goddamn roof.

“Andrea, what do you want?” my husband asks in that deep dominating voice that once again kills me outright. “In fact how did you get in here?” That is something that hasn’t even crossed my mind.

She strokes her hand up and down his arm as it frames my head. “Hmmm, the truth or do you want me to lie?” she asks erotically, so rehearsed and perfect. It was almost as though she had been planning on doing this for a while, God knows how long for. Her black lace underwear covers the most intimate parts of her, barely.

“The truth. NOW!” Leighton says sternly, causing Andrea to jump a little and a smile to smother her face. Even Andrea, the Domme of
The Den
can be frightened by my bad-arse husband.

“Well, firstly I would love to taste your wife, then I would love to taste you after you have been inside of her. After that I would love to ride your dick whilst my fingers fuck your wife and then I would really like you to bend her the fuck over and spank her arse for being a brat earlier. You see, Sir, I do not take kindly to women, or men in fact, acting out or trying to top somebody. So, tell me, what would you love to do to me? Because, I can clearly see in those eyes of yours that you want me, and your wife, she wants me too if not more than you do.”

Again, another lump is in my throat and I’m struggling to dislodge it as her words sink in. She wants to spank me? Why does the thought make this all just more enticing?

“And what makes you think I’d let you top my wife?” he asks seriously, and I hope to god he is at least contemplating this. Somewhere inside of me needs this.

She runs her finger up the inside of my working arm, tingles spreading through me. “Because, Mr Lock, I can see it when you look at me. I can see your brain imagining what it would be like to see me with her, controlling her every desire, making her scream in pleasure the way you just have. Because, I can see by the strain of the vein on your forehead that you want to drive your cock inside of me, to feel my heat and tightness around you, and because I always get what I want. Always.” She accentuates the last
always
and I almost drop to my knees and beg for her to take both of us as she wishes.

“Andrea, what do we get out of this?” Leighton continues to question her as I close my eyes and relax into the bed, his cock still buried deep inside of me.

I can see their fight for power, like lions rearing up for battle of the fittest. I wanted this, but I wasn’t going to tell Leighton that. We didn’t need another woman in our lives the way Debbie had been, all I wanted was some fun. Even though I had nearly died and was in agony with my arm, I wanted this. I needed to live a little, be spontaneous and rash with some decisions. I needed to feel the heart beating in my chest.

“Why Leighton, you get me out of all of this. And let me assure you
Sir
, there is no better prize. Well, except maybe a go with your wife, she seems like she could be the ultimate reward for anyone.” Andrea smiles wickedly, returning to stroke and circle her soft fingertip around my breasts. It was a weird sensation, to feel softness in a touch rather than the rough, callused hands of Leighton.

I am sold. Damn why does my stupid body have to react to women the way it did? I wasn’t bisexual, at least I didn’t think I was, but the more she touches me, the wetter and needy I am becoming for her.

“Babe?” My eyes flicker open to Leighton staring at me intently. He is asking me a silent question, a question that requires my approval. He wants this, I can tell he does. It isn’t about having sex with someone else for him. No, it is about controlling my pleasure, and by letting this woman take control of me it gives him some kind of pleasure. Plus, what man doesn’t like seeing his woman being devoured by another woman?

I nod; biting my lip as I squeeze around him again, giving him my answer.

“You sure pet?” he asks me, his eyebrows raised a little. “You’ve just had surgery, you need your strength.”

“I am sure. I need to live Leighton, feel everything I can that tells me I’m still here and breathing.” I assure him, rolling my eyes as he pushes himself into me hard.

“Andrea, come here,” he orders her and she raises her eyebrows at him, her hands on her perfectly shaped hips.

“Come again? Did I not make myself clear earlier Leighton? I, me, Andrea; I do not take orders off of anyone,” she informs him, her attitude a little more than sexy.

“You obey me sweetheart or you leave the fucking room,” he tells her, looking back and forth between the two of us.

“Fine,” she huffs out, walking towards the two of us.

Game on!

I breathe in deeply, the pressure inside my balls building rapidly as Abbi squeezes my cock in her vice like pussy.

I am confused as hell. This has never happened before, well not with Abigail’s presence at least. Sure, I have been propositioned and on most occasions taken up the random hook up with delectable women; Kalina was just a simple example of that. She had come to me at the club, in all her perfect submissive glory and had managed to cave my tiny aroused skull in her devilish crutches and had me pounding the fuck out of her by the time the night was over.

That had ruined my reputation a little, no woman had made me cave so quick from my control, (besides Abbi that is) but there she was so perfect, tanned and beautiful, that premature-ejaculating voice of hers beckoning any guy to take their go, a siren to us all. Scott had soon taken the stupid bitch away from me. She had made me fucking cum-dumb.

I look to Andrea, her nurse uniform disposed of on the floor, her outstanding figure clad in the most drool-worthy black lacy underwear. “Fuck,” I hiss, as she sashays her hips towards me.

“That’s exactly what I aim to do, Sir.” I shake my head to stop myself from staring at her as I am buried deep inside my wife. I have never really noticed Andrea at the club, merely nodded when I had seen her and then left it at that. I have never really noticed how beautiful she is or how sexy she can be.

“Andrea, who do you want more, me or Abigail?” I ask her, intrigued as to the answer. Andrea with Abbi I can allow without a second thought, but me and her; that is another thing. I don’t want to risk Abbi’s emotional welfare right now, no matter how bad my dick wants to be balls deep inside of her delicious body. Without the hundred percent approval of my wife I’m not going there. I have done it once, with Debbie, and well what a monumental mistake that has been. Look where the fuck it has landed me; the possibility of another baby on the way from a deranged psychopath who has attempted to kill my best friend.

“Hmm, that’s very hard. You see, I’m used to controlling every person I come across. Men and women alike, fall at my feet and kiss my very shiny boots just to feel my presence, and here you are, in all your male perfect glory, stealing that from me. So right now, all I want to do is spank the fucking shit out of something, quite hard. I want to be pounded by your dick and then I want to devour your wife’s pussy.  So both of you, that is who I want more, both of you, together, at the same time, right now.” I can see her struggling to hand the reins to me, I can see her eyes dilating and darkening the way a true Dom’s do when their arousal hits a peak.

“I like the sound of this.” Abbi finally speaks. “Please Leigh, baby, I need to see this, to have this. It’s been so long since I’ve gotten to see you lose control the way you did with her.” By ‘her’ she is referring to Debbie. It should have surprised me, her reaction that is, but it doesn’t. I know my wife, better than anyone does; I know that there is a part of her, of which I don’t know how big, that craves the feel of other people. Male and female alike, she craves to see the look I get when I see another drive her crazy, craves the intensity of somebody pleasuring me. It is a fucked up kind of relationship, but what do I care? I know she is mine and I am hers solely. Anybody, with my permission, can wallow in the pleasure my wife can bring, taking and drawing every ounce of pleasure from her, because I know at the end of the day they are going to fuck off home to their own beds and I get to sleep next to her, owning her soul, body and heart.

“Yes, Abigail likes the sound of this, and by the darkening in those spectacular green eyes of yours, you want this just as bad don’t you? You want to feel my pussy around your hard dick Leighton, it would feel so good. Maybe Abbi could ride my tongue as you drive deep inside me.” She is pacing around us, our bodies still entwined on the top of the bed. Her fingers are trailing every available inch of the both of us, her fingertips causing surges of electricity to pulse through me as she does.

“Yes,” I reply, admitting to the need that has built inside of me. Abigail has always been enough for me, always driving me fucking insane with desire, but the feel of someone new, someone different, whose presence could take my wife to a whole new level, there isn’t anything quite like it. What the fuck is adultery if both man and wife agree and get the fuck off on it?

I have admitted to myself the need I have, for a man. Antonio is gone, and it broke my heart, no sorry it broke my fucking cock to know I would never feel his arse around me, or his dick inside me. There is only one other person who knows of my needs, one other person who would do anything for me. Scott is good, very good in fact, he can take my shit, but Abigail hates him and convincing her of my need to have him would be hard.

“Glad we’re all agreeing on this. Now the both of you, we have about forty minutes before my colleague comes looking for me so unless you want to be caught pants down fucking the staff nurse on duty, I suggest you remove your dick from within your wife’s pussy and slide it into mine because I’m literally about to explode.” I stare at her intently, trying to remind her who is in charge here.

“One more brattish word from your mouth sweetheart and my cock will be nowhere near you, but I can assure you my hand will have a lot of fun painting your arse. So I suggest we stop with the cockiness and behave ourselves and we’ll get along splendidly.” She lowers her head, and right then and there, I see the submissive side to her. It is common in our little community. So many people desire the best of both worlds. They want to have that complete control, owning and possessing someone so entirely. Then other times, sometimes even unbeknown to the dominant, they want to be commanded and led, to have control taken from them, giving the chance to truly feel the world around them.