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Chapter
Two
Abigail

 

I am worried,
sick to my stomach with an unnerving feeling that something is wrong. He is
never home late, especially now Melissa is here. I would at least expect him to
text or ring me just to let me know where he is and when he’ll be home.

He knows how
much I worry for him, with his job being what it is and with Phillip and his
gang of animals still alive and breathing. Every second of every day he isn’t
home with me, I repeatedly look at the clock on the wall, constantly check my
phone and the news for any sign that something awful has happened to him.

After my
horrible failed attempt at calling a truce with Phillip three months ago, I
have become anxious and panicky as a result. I know, deep down somewhere inside
of me, that what I had thought would help may have actually made this whole
fucked up situation worse. I am sitting around waiting for the day that they
hit back at us again.

Our daughter
Melissa is growing so quickly. She is the most precious and perfect thing I
have ever seen in my entire life. She sleeps impeccably well during the night,
leaving time for Leighton and me. Our relationship has continued to strengthen
over the two months since her birth. He is persistent with his romantic
gestures, bringing me flowers, chocolate or wine home, now that I wasn’t
pregnant.

I am undoubtedly
the luckiest women alive. I have the most amazing Fiancé on earth, the most
gorgeous little girl, who continues to develop and advance at a good pace and a
network of family who are supportive and unconditionally loving.

I am pacing
around the kitchen, Melissa attached to me feeding. I know I should be sitting
down to stop her from getting air through with the milk, but I can’t. I pick my
phone up from the side and dial the one person I know might have a clue as to
where Leighton is.

“Hey, sexy milf,
you ‘kay?” Jesus, why does he insist on calling me that? It does nothing but
make me hotter for him. We haven’t managed to do what we both have been craving
for since our little foursome and it is frustrating me to no end.

“Hello, Antonio,
have you heard from or seen Leighton at all today?” I lace my voice with worry
and angst, so he knows not to joke around right now.

“I saw him at
the restaurant around three, but I had to leave early because the kids are
staying at ours tonight. Have you tried ringing him?” Antonio has become like a
father to those three children, he loves them like they were his own kids.

“I have, but
there is no answer at all, just goes straight to voicemail. I’m seriously
worried Ant, what if he’s hurt or worse? Oh God, I feel sick.” I am concocting
all sorts of things up in my head, my imagination running a little wild and
making me want to spew all over the kitchen floor tiles.

“Babe, stay
calm. I’ll find the fucker, I always do. Do you want Debbie to pop over?” he
asks me sweetly.

“No, it’s okay.
Just find him Ant, I can’t lose him.” I am acting as though he is already gone.
I have to remember that he is still living and breathing; he is still here with
me. There was no way that Leighton would let himself depart from this earth
without me knowing and letting him go.

“Okay,
Sweetheart, just look after that little girl and I’ll bring him home soon,
okay? And have some dinner ready for me sweetness.” I roll my eyes at his
requests, men and their bloody stomachs.

“Of course, I
know you too well, Antonio Little. Now find him please.”

“Chat soon,
Princess.” He hangs up the phone leaving me a little less anxious. If I know
Ant like I think I do, then he will hunt this earth day and night to bring him
home safe and well. There is no way he would stop searching until he found
Leighton.

“Your silly
Daddy needs to learn to answer his phone, doesn’t he Princess?” I speak to my
daughter as her eyelids lay closed tightly, no way for any light to filter
through them. Her gentle snores and the rising of her chest indicate her post
feed sleep.

Like all babies,
when their tummies are full, sleep overtakes them instinctively. Her thick blonde
hair upon her head is soft against my bare chest, her warm breaths sooth my
frozen feeling skin.

“Come on baby
girl, off to bed for you.” I switch her to the opposite arm, replacing my
breast back into my bra.

I walk through
the kitchen, into the huge long hallway running through the mansion. I climb the
grand staircase to her nursery. Every time I come into this room, I can’t stop
the fluttering feeling in my stomach and the warming in my heart. Leighton had
made this room perfect for me, accurate to my every dream.

I place her
still tiny body into her cot, covering her with her soft blanket and kissing
the top of her mop of hair. “Sleep well, Angel.” I switch the baby monitor on
and take my one down stairs with me.

Arriving back in
the kitchen, I retrieve a bottle of scotch from the cupboard, pouring myself a
full glass rather than a slosh. The burn I feel through my entire body, as the
liquid seeps its way down my throat and into my stomach, does nothing to settle
the anxiety that has once again risen. I can feel myself beginning to panic, my
breathing shortening and becoming sharp. The glass in my hand is almost
crushing under the death grip I have on it.

I search through
the cupboard in the kitchen desperately for the medication I have come to need
like the air around me. I have come accustom to popping one or two clonazepam
in order to relieve the state I’d find myself in when something didn’t sit
right. Unfortunately, that is becoming more and more often the case.

I find the
blister of tablets in the medicine cupboard and pop two out onto my hand. I
look down at them with regret as I lift them to my mouth and swallow them down
whole with the scotch.

I am so thankful
that Melissa has shown no sign of her own addiction, but I can’t survive
without them right now. I need them. Leighton has no clue I have become as
addicted as I have, in fact he doesn’t even know I still take them.

I sit down at
the kitchen island, draining my glass of scotch and then refilling it to the
brim again. I hope and pray that the liquid might bring me some kind of relief.

Chapter
Three
Leighton

 

I walk through
the only hallway in the building, to the only door that’s situated at the far end.
I can’t hear a sound anywhere, the huge metal, clearly muffling any noise from
the other side. How many people he has in there with him, I have no clue, but I
know for a fucking fact the cunt is in there. The building wouldn’t be unlocked
otherwise, unless he is seriously just that stupid.

I don’t bother
knocking, I aim my glock towards the pin pad on the wall, blowing a gaping hole
into it. The red light switches to a lovely welcoming green, making me smile
sadistically at the upcoming events.

I lift my leg
and boot through the metal with full force. Although heavy, the thing flies
open and smashes against the wall.

I try to hold
back the  vomit rising in my throat as I see him screwing somebody on his desk;
in the same revolting manner, he had my Fiancée. He has clearly heard the door
busting open, he just isn’t bothered.

I aim my gun and
shoot him in the leg without a second thought.

“Fuck.” I hear a
high pitches scream through the room. The woman spread across his desk is none
other than the delectable little slut I had once, okay many times, dipped my
dick into. Abigail has no reason to know what I have had with Kalina, our
relationship was a lot more complicated than I had made out, but I would never
tell Abbi that.

Phillip drops to
the floor, his cock falling against his stomach, somehow still hard. Oh, how I
want to aim there and shoot the fucking thing off, but that would be far too
easy and quick wouldn’t it?

“Now, Phillip, I
never took you for being one to have sloppy seconds. But here we are, on the
second of them now.”

“Leighton, what
are you doing here?” I hear the voice once again from the Bulgarian beauty
spread legged on the desk.

“Oh, didn’t you
know, Kalina, this lovely gentleman had a nice little dip inside my Fiancée’s
tight little cunt, and now, I get the privilege of ripping him apart. I see
your also one for sloppy seconds Kalina.” I smile maliciously at her, tipping
my head to the side. My gun is still aimed at Phillip’s writhing frame on the
floor.

“Now, Phillip,
here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to sit here, on this chair,” I drag
the office chair to sit next to the desk, beside Kalina’s naked body, “And
you’re going to place that disgusting mouth on her and make her cum, just like
you did with Abbi, make her scream for you, beg for you like she did. And every
minute that passes without her climaxing, I shoot you. Understood?” I don’t
wait for his answer, I pick his naked body up from the floor and shove his face
into her, “Good I’m glad we’re clear, now get to it.”

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, wining 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 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,
seen 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
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
hid 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 the 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 blooded, 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 descended 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 was 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 in 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  bloodstained 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 thought 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 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 recesses.

“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 not to.

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

I stroked 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.

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