Total LockDown (LockDown #2) (23 page)

I know she needs
this, she has been through hell without me here and I want to heal her heart
once again. I can’t possibly put myself in her position right now because I
haven’t been here, I haven’t felt the utter panic and trauma she did when she
found our little girl missing.

Abigail is a
precious individual, a diamond in the rough, and she needs tender loving care.
No matter how strong she tries to make herself out to be, she is still in need
of love and strength. I will give her that until the day I die and even then, I
will continue, from the grave, to make her happy and whole.

I have been in
the BDSM lifestyle for many years and I have seen how taking the control from
someone can actually heal them, and it has with Abbi, has made her relax and
control her anxiety attacks.

I know she will
be upstairs waiting perfectly still, exactly the way I have taught her, the way
Ant has taught her, but I need to make sure my brother is okay first and that
Georgia is coming, also to know how my son is.

I already feel
like I’ve betrayed him, leaving him without saying goodbye. He would have woken
up to me gone. At his age, he couldn’t possibly understand I’m needed somewhere
else. To him, I should be giving my undivided attention on him and I want to, I
will. When he arrives here, he will be staying. He will get to know me
properly, as I him. I will be the best Dad he could possibly ever have, the dad
I promised to be the day he was born.

I hear Brandon
returning from his phone call within a few minutes “All good?” I ask him
begging and hoping my jeans are hiding the erection Abbi has managed to give
me.

“Yeah, she’s
just packing a few things and then she’ll be leaving. Joe was a little upset to
know you were gone, but Georgia told him he was coming to stay with you for a
while and he seemed happy apparently. Does Abbi know about Josie and Joe?” my
brother asks me curiously, fiddling with his fingers.

“No, I didn’t
think I was going to see him again, I thought I had lost him forever. I didn’t
want the horrible memories of Josie’s death to plague my new relationship, Abbi
deserves more than for me to cling on to my past. She deserves my hundred per
cent attention.” I explain to Brandon.

“Leigh, just
because you still love your late fiancée, does not mean you are going to take
any attention away from Abbi. If anything, I think Abbi will understand
completely, support you the way we should have.” he claps my shoulder to
support me.

“Yeah, maybe, but
I didn’t want to risk it. Well, fuck it now, she’s going to know when she meets
Joseph, I’ll have to tell her who he is.”

“Yeah you will,
Leigh. She deserves to know, you and Joe both deserve to live your lives in the
open. Anyways, enough of the depression, what are we doing now?” Brandon asks
me, and I really wish he had brought his wife with him so he would at least
have someone to keep amused whilst I lavish my Fiancée’s body.

“I’m going to go
and make sure my woman is thoroughly serviced. You can do what you like. I’m
sure Ant will be fine keeping you entertained.” I tell him before patting his
shoulder and leaving the room.

“Hey, Leigh,
thanks for forgiving Me.” he looks sad and it breaks my heart that my father’s
shit faced lies have done this to us.

“Nothing to
forgive, Brandon, now enjoy yourself and keep outta trouble ‘kay? And could you
ask Ant or Tom to get the security back for me?” I tell him once again, walking
from the room.

“Sure, look
after her Leigh; she seems like a good girl.”

I nod to him,
before turning and leaving.

I take the
stairs, two at a time, to get to my girl as quick as I can. I can’t prepare
myself for what I see when I arrive there.

“Angel.” I
quietly say, as I walk to the side of the bed and stroke her soft hair as she
kneels perfect atop the sheets. Her graceful and truly beautiful body is naked
and bare, her stomach marring the lightest markings from our beautiful child,
her body showing the slight recognition of the trauma she had suffered almost a
year ago from Phillip. They are all reasons for my love to her, how strong and
utterly brilliant she is, shows through every scar and mark on her body. She is
perfection in its purest form and those marks are what make her, her. “You are
truly breathtaking Abigail. Look at me pet.” I command her and she lifts her
head delicately and looks at me. Her blue eyes are intense, dark and aroused
and I lose myself in the endless depth I find there.

“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
sweetly says.

“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 of the opposite knee.

I study her
naked body, watch 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 two 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 too, 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, grasping 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 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 souls of her feet, up her calves and thighs,
between her naked arse, up her back and to her neck. The sued 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.