Total LockDown (LockDown #2) (24 page)

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 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 hand 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, than 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 again, 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.

“Like this?” he
asks again, this time pulling out and pushing back in repeatedly, no teasing or
tormenting me, just pure and utter pleasure. White-hot desire courses through
him and into me.

“Ah-huh.” I say,
unable to talk properly. I bring my hands round to clasp his glorious arse,
holding his tensing cheeks as he pounds his rock hard erection into my sodden
cunt.

“Ahhh, Leighton,
baby, god, fuck, harder.” I manage to breathe out between each of his thrusts.

I dig my nails
in violently, as he smashes his pelvis against mine, knocking the air out of my
lungs as he drives me higher and higher, until I topple over the deathly peak.

“COMING!” I manage
to scream out, clenching around his imposing length, my inner walls contracting
and spasming around him. My death grip clearly sends him spiralling out of
control, because less than ten seconds later he is shooting inside of me, his
hot cum coating my inside and lubricating his delicious gliding further.

“So. Fucking.
Tight.” He bites out between every thrust forward, the head of his cock
smashing deliciously, painfully against my cervix.

When he is
spent, having exhumed every ounce of energy, he rests his forehead to mine, his
breath mingling in the air with my own, and his hands framing the sides of my
head. “I love you, angel.”

“And I you,
Leighton, so much,” I lean my head up and capture his soft lips with my own.
“Babe, do you think we should get up and maybe appease our guests a little.” I
ask him after a while, not really wanting to move at all.

“Of course, but
first, let me look at your back.” I know what he means, after every session he
would check my marks, sometimes welts, clean them and cream them, making sure
they are ok. He is a gentleman in its most rarest, peculiar, fucked up form.

He climbs from
me, after kissing my nose gently. I roll myself over onto my front, my breasts
pushing into the mattress. I can feel the remnants of both our orgasm trickling
out, coating the sheets below me. I tell myself I need to remember to change
them before bedtime.

“How you feeling
sweetheart?” he asks me, as he trails his fingers down my back. I hiss out as
it stings my flesh, but it doesn’t cause me pain, it sends a wonderful feeling
through me, a good feeling, a feeling that tells me, I am once again alive.

“Good, more than
good actually, thank you.”

“You never need
to thank me for pleasuring you angel. Plus, this is my thing, remember, so I
should really thank you for letting me paint your beautiful skin.” He rubs the
last of the marks with cream and then kisses between my shoulder blades.

I giggle at him,
as I turn and sit myself up in one move to avoid my creamy back touching the
sheets. “Oops.” I say, giggling again.

“What’s funny?”
he asks.

I point between
my crossed legs where the black sheets now lay a sticky white mess.

“No oops there
sweetness, that’s a sign of a good fucking time. Unless you didn’t find it good
that is” he winks at me, as he pulls his jeans back over his legs.

“Oh, Mr Lock, I
found it very good.” I swing my legs off the bed and walk to the en-suite
bathroom.

I feel a sharp
sting in my arse as he slaps it on my walk past him. “You have an amazing
backside Miss Adams, soon to be Lock." He has the biggest smile on his
face at the thought of it.

“Yes, very soon,
less than two months. We only have a few tiny bits to sort out. I can’t wait to
be your Mrs Lock.” I tell him as I quickly use a flannel, in the bathroom, to
rid myself of his sticky cum.

“I can’t wait to
take your dress off of you at the end.”

“Leighton that
is not all I am here for.” I mock scold him; I know he is joking, but his alpha
bullshit actually makes me feel all kinds of hot.

“Oh, sweetheart,
you’re here for whatever I want you for.” He catches me around the tummy, as I
walk past him, back towards the bed, pulling me onto him again. His back is to
my front, his hard cock pressed against my arse once more. “Like I want you
again right now, this very second Abigail.” His voice is horse and deep and
smothered in that delicious British accent that makes me tingle all over.

“What do you
want me for, Sir?” I ask, turning myself into the obedient, well-behaved
submissive girl he likes.

“Pet, you do
crazy things to me, you know that? There’s not nearly enough time in this world
to do all the things I want to do to you. But right now, I don’t want anything
from you; I want to give to you, if you’ll let me?” his words feel sweet and
soft but the underlying message in them is far from that.

“Yes please,
Sir.” I almost beg but I manage to maintain some sort of self-respect.

“Good girl, now
lie back down on your back, close your eyes and lay very still.” I am still
naked, completely, but he is wearing those sexy jeans that make his arse look
like perfection but his chest and stomach are bare, that ink and those muscles
rippling over every inch of him.

I nod and then
move back over to cum soaked sheets and lie myself down atop them. I try not to
cringe as my back smudges into the now cold spunk.

I feel the bed
dip at the end, his warm hands lifting my legs so they are bent and then
spreading them wide. I draw in a deep breath as I prepare my body for the
assassination it is going to undergo right now, because I know, as soon as his
tongue laps the length of my cunt, I am done for, I am outright dead and in
heaven.

“Such a pretty
pussy.” He says as his fingers separate my wet folds, teasing the hood of my
clit.

My groin jumps
up the second his hot, wet tongue slides the length of me, my entire body
sparking to life once more. “Oh god.” I cry out, my eyes squeezed tightly
closed. I am nothing without Leighton, he is everything to me, he is me.

He flicks my
clit rapidly, repeatedly, hard probes of his strong muscle against me. I am
close to coming already. “Fuck!” I shout as two of his fingers spear me,
stretching my pussy open and then fucking me.

“You like that
angel?” he asks me, licking my pussy deep and hard, lapping at my clit.

“Ah-huh.” I
reply, trying to remain in control, before concluding, there is no point, I’m
not in control, I never have been, Leighton controls every morsel of my
existence, so I give myself over to him, willingly.

I relax into the
sheets and let him take me to paradise.

I clench the
cotton hard as my orgasm hits, my cunt contracting, my clit throbbing and my
pussy pouring juices freely.

“You taste so
amazing.” He tells me, as he licks up every ounce I have to give.

“Wow.” I say
breathily, “That was, just wow.” I continue, trying to gather my breath from
the screams that have used up my oxygen.

“That’s me,
baby; I’m an expert at oral.” He stands from the bed, holding my hand to help
me up the wink, his sparkling green eyes throw my way, melt me.

“Should we see
to our guests?” He asks me, chucking a shirt around his magnificent body.

I am once again
at peace, at ease and at home.

I make my way
downstairs, my fiancée holding my hand as I feel the upmost perfection wash
over me. I’ve never felt so fantastic, so at peace and so right. Nothing in
this world has ever felt this right to me.

“Leighton, George
is here.” Brandon tells me, as we enter the kitchen to get a drink. I poor
myself a coffee to wake myself up, Abbi makes herself a hot chocolate, pouring
a little alcohol in with it.

I watch as
Brandon leaves the kitchen, leaving Abbi and I alone. I know I have to tell her
about Joe now, because he is here, he will be here from this day forward.

“Abbi, I need to
tell you something.” I say timidly. Her eyes snap to mine, heartbreak already
washing over them.

“Please,
Leighton, don't tell me you did?” she asks me, and I know she is referring to
some kind of betrayal.

“What, no, not
at all, Abbi.” I answer rapidly to ease her. I walk to her side, taking the mug
of chocolate from her, and placing it on the counter top. “Georgia, my little
sister is here. She has brought some things from my past with her, things I was
never going to tell you about; I didn’t think I would ever need to, to be
honest. But, well, you’ll see when we get to the lounge.” I can’t tell her, her
face already seems so sad and hurt, I’ll let her put two and two together, and
see if she makes four.

She doesn’t
answer me, she just picks her mug of drink back up, staring into the little
swirls of fluid.

I place my arm
around her, pulling her to me to offer her comfort. “I would never hurt you
like that, Abbi. Please believe me. I'm going to need you, Abbi.” I tell her
sadly, knowing I am about to embark on the hardest journey my life has ever
taken. Losing Josie was one thing, a devastating loss that turned me into the
monster I secretly am, but bringing up my son, a boy I don't even know, who
doesn’t even know me, is going to be hard.

“I’ll always
support you, Leighton, you know this.” She whispers back to me, leaning in to
me a little, but still looking at the dark chocolate liquid in her cup.

“I hope you
will.” I say under my breath.

We walk from the
kitchen, my heart rate furious and spiked. I use Abbi as my support, using her
body to keep me upright, to stop me from falling over. I feel so weak right
now, physically and emotionally. I can't bear to see the hurt on Joe’s face
when he looks at me, knowing I left without saying goodbye, left like I
promised I never would.

“Leighton.” I
hear my sister say as I  enter the lounge. Georgia pounds into me, causing Abbi
to jump out of her daydream, her arms surrounding me.

“Hi, Georgia.
You do know we saw each other less than twenty four hours ago, right?” I ask
her, laughing at her over-the-top affection.

“Yeah, but can't
a girl miss her big brother?” she looks up to me, her tiny little frame
reaching my chest. She smiles admiringly at me, the way she always used to. It
makes my heart swell inside my chest, a steady loving rhythm, pounding away.

“Of course she
can, Sweetheart. Georgia, meet my fiancée, and the mother of my baby, Abigail.”
I point to Abbi standing next to me shyly. It is weird, Abbi has never been
shy, far from it, but she is standing like an outsider looking in.

I see the total
shock marring my Abbi’s face, as my little sister pulls her in for a hug,
kissing her cheek after. “Hi, I’ve heard so much about you. You have to meet
Joe.” She squeals excitably, making me send her the filthiest look ever.

“Joe?” Abbi asks
me, turning her head to me.

As if on cue,
Joseph runs into the lounge, a smile and laugh coming from him, everyone here,
except for Abbi, knows who Joe is, they saw me bringing him up from a tiny
premature baby. She really was the outsider now, well at least I expect she
feels that way.

“Auntie Georgia,
I saw the baby. I have a little sister now, I’ve always wanted one.” He shouts
loudly, laughing and running around like a nutter.

Abbi stares at
me in shock, tears filling her eyes. Whether in hurt, sadness or happiness, I
have no clue, and the thought scares the shit out of me.

“Dad!” Joe
shouts through my lounge, making me smile hard, my own eyes watering. He hasn’t
used the word yet, I hadn’t expected him to for a while, but I suppose with the
shit he has been dealt this last week, he will grasp anything positive, that he
can.

I'm thrown back
a little as my son runs into me, his arms wrapping around my stomach. “Joe.” I
bend down to his height, scared to look at him, in case I see hate there.

“Yep.” He
replies, playing with the toy in his grasp.

“Are you okay?”
I ask quietly. Looking for any sign that he isn’t as good as he is making out.
All I see in his bright blue eyes, is happiness, pure and utter joy at the
world around him.

“Yup, I'm good.
Can I go play with Melissa please, dad?” he asks me, and I have to rub away a
few tears that are falling.

“She is a little
too small to play with, but if you sit with Auntie Georgia you can cuddle her.”
I tell him and he smiles at me, bright and wonderfully.

“Joe, before you
run off, I’d like you to meet someone.” I instruct him, his eyes moving to the
woman next to me.

“This is my
fiancée, Joe, Melissa’s mummy.” I explain to him, his eyes sad as I can see him
longing for his own mum.

“She isn’t my
mummy, though.” He drops his head, a pain searing through me that I can't bear.
I had loved his mum with everything I was, a love as fierce as for Abbi, and I
lost her, he lost her. There is no way I could ever replace, Josie, she was
beyond words and always will be. How I explain to Abbi that I was once in love,
had a child and then had my fiancée ripped from me by my father, I don't know.
I don't even know if she’ll understand it.

“No, son, she
isn’t, but, she is a lovely lady, very kind. She will always keep you safe,
just like daddy will.” I inform him, putting my arm around him and pulling him
to me. It feels so good for him to be positive; I feared that he would of
runoff, not wanting to know me.

“She’s not
mummy.” He repeats before running off and jumping on my sister’s lap. I can
hear the little cries coming from him, and then the cries coming from Abbi as I
turn and look at her. I’m trapped, not knowing who to attend to, who to comfort
first.

“Baby.” I say to
my fiancée, knowing Joe’s being looked after.

She shakes her
head, turning and walking away.

I take a quick
glance to my sister with Joe. She mouths to me ‘go’, returning her attention to
my son.

I run after
Abbi, catching her running up the stairs. I pull her arm, bringing her close to
me. She buries her head in my chest, crying heavily. Heart racking sobs burst from
her, her tears drowning my shirt and then my skin.

“You lied, you
fucking lied to me.” She shouts through her cries.

I let her take
it out on me, screaming, punching at me, clasping on to my top fiercely.

She eventually
stops, looking to me again. “You lied.” She tells me, her blue eyes now red and
sore, with a watery glaze covering them.

“I know, I’m
sorry, Angel. I told you, I didn’t think I would see him again, I thought I had
lost him forever. I didn’t want to have to remember everything that happened,
everything his memory brought me. I’ve not spoken of him since the day I left.”
I reveal to her, wiping my own tears as my heart begins to pull apart for her,
aching for her sorrow and despair.

“You left him?
You fucking left him, how could you, you were his fucking dad, Leighton.” her
attitude changes from sad to angry in milliseconds. The rage on her face makes
me cower, folding into myself. I drop to the floor, leaning my back against the
wall. I bring my knees up, leaning my arms on them.

“I know I was a
shit fucking dad, a shit fucking person, Abigail. I wish I could turn back the
time and be a different person, but life has this cruel way of fucking me
over.” I explain, trying to stop myself from completely breaking down.

“No, Leighton.
There are no excuses for what you done. I would never forgive you if you done
that to Melissa.” She tells me nastily, the bite in her tone making me nod and
cry.

“You wouldn’t
have a choice, Abbi. I would do the same thing again if I turned into the
animal I was then. I left for his safety, for all of their safety. I didn’t
want my son growing up knowing me the way I was, the cruel bastard I had
become. He didn’t deserve that, no one did.” I stand up, walking past her and
to the kitchen. I pour myself some of expensive scotch, downing a glassful.

“Don't fucking
walk away from me, Leighton. You need to explain this, explain what the fuck
happened to you. You’ve hidden so much from me. I thought I knew you, but here
I am, finding out you have a kid, a fucking child. I think that’s something
you’d want to tell me, considering you went and had another baby, not even
considering the one you left without a parent. Where is his mum by the way, was
she another one of your psycho exes, is it fucking Kalina?” she asks me.

My glass
shatters as it smashes against the wall.

I storm to her,
pinning her body to kitchen wall. “Don't you dare, don't you ever compare Josie
to that slut. She was my life, Abigail. I loved that fucking woman with
everything I was, she was my heart and fucking soul. She owned me, just like
you do now. She is dead, Abbi, fucking dead. I have to live every day knowing I
am the reason that boy doesn’t have a fucking mother. Don't try and think you
can understand this, don't fucking judge me. You have no clue what I went
through, no one did. Ant is the only person who saw me the way I was, and trust
me, it isn’t something I’d let him see again!” I shout at her, my face inches
from hers.

My breathing is
heavy, deep inhalations penetrating me as I try to control my rage. I’ve never
felt this angry at Abbi, not even when I saw her fucking another man on a
screen. Hearing her compare, a woman I would have died for, to Kalina fucking
Patrov, makes my blood boil, my heart pound and my headache.

I watch her face
change from anger, to hurt, to rage, to sadness, to complete and utter
devastation. I once again fall to the floor, bringing myself into the smallest
ball I can, as I cry for my loss. I cry for everything this shitty world has
done to me. My fiancée murdered, my mother dying, murdering my father and
finally walking away from my son, a child that needed me.

I feel her arms
around me quickly, her body holding me as I shake with my anguish. I feel her
own hurt pouring from her, her own body shaking with tears. “Oh gosh, baby.”
She cries with me, her sobs fuelling my own.

After half an
hour of crying like a baby, I lift my head, wiping my tears and snotty nose of
my sleeve. Disgusting, I know, but I couldn’t give a shit right now. “Tell me.
Tell me everything, please, Leighton.” She pleads me, still struggling to hold
in her sorrow.

I spend an hour,
and clear a bottle of scotch, telling her of my childhood, my life up to the
point of leaving my son. I explain what I done, what I had to do to get myself
past the loss of Josie.

“Leighton, fuck.
I'm so sorry, baby. I’m here for you. I’ll always be here.” She tells me,
pulling me to her, cradling my head the way I always do hers. She soothes me,
soothes all the hurt I hold and gives me the hope of a future.

“Your son needs
you, Leighton.” Abbi tells me, standing up and offering her hand to me.

“You need me.” I
tell her, standing myself up. I pull her towards me, kissing her head while
wrapping my arms around her tiny body. “Thank you.” I tell her simply.

“I'm fine,
Leighton, I’ll be fine, I have you, but that little boy needs his dad to let
him know everything is ok.” She advises me, making me nod into her, accepting
her advice.

“I know I just
don't want him rejecting you.” I voice my fear, I couldn’t bear Joe dismissing
Abbi and refusing her.

“He isn’t here
for me, Leighton. He’s here to get to know his Dad. I’ll get over the
rejection, sweetheart, I'm a big girl, but he is just a child. Go to him.” she
moves from my chest, taking my hand in hers.

“Come with me?”
I ask her, looking into her blue pools.

“Forever and
always, Leighton, to the ends of the earth,” She leans up and kisses my lips
softly, once, before letting me lead us from the kitchen.

I feel pretty
pissed off walking through the corridors, the bottle of scotch impairing my
senses. I instantly wake up when I arrive in the lounge and see Joe on the
floor, Melissa crawling around him. The laugh coming from him is beautiful and it
soothes me instantly.

“Daddy,” Joe
shouts as he sees me, jumping from the floor to come over to me.

“I didn’t make
you sad did I daddy.” He asks, standing before me. I lean down and pick him up,
holding him to me. I kiss his head and then look at him.

“Not at all,
Joe, you could
never
make me sad. You make me so happy, kid.” I tell
him, seeing the smile on his face stretch further if it were even possible.