Total LockDown (LockDown #2) (26 page)

“God, this is a
beautiful cane, Leighton. Money, always buys the best of everything.” I hear
Ant again, then hear the swoosh’s 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 god damn 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 slid 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, needing 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 on
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 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 innocence 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 about 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 in it.

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

“No, you’re not
leaving here in this state, come and have a drink, calm yourself down.” She
pulls at my arm, trying to get me to budge for her.

“Seriously, I’m
not in the mood, sweetheart.” She is only twenty-three, I am nearly twenty-eight,
and she is my best friend’s baby sister. This is a no go zone.

“I don’t care
what you’re in the mood for ‘sweetheart’; you are coming and having a drink.
Tonight has been big Ant. Let me care for you please.” She is so sweet, it is
breaking my heart further because I know she likes me, she always has, and the
stupid fling we had when she was, all but seventeen, hasn’t helped to
discourage her. I had been in love with Georgia then, she was the only other
girl I had the very same feelings as Abbi, for, but after her brother had found
out, threatened my arse and scolded his sister for getting with older men, we
hadn’t seen each other.

“George.” I say
simply, trying to get away from her. If I really tried, I know I would be able
to easily pull my arm away, but stupidly I don’t, my irrational side is taking
over and letting me follow her.

“Ant.” She says
back. I want to slap her fucking arse for being so cheeky. A throbbing hand and
a red backside are sure to make me feel better, but I am a hundred percent dead
if Leighton ever found out I subbed out his sister.

“Stop
sweetheart. It’s best if I go home, okay.” I warn her. I know if I stay; drink
with her, saw that beautiful face of hers as she relentlessly flirts with me
the way she always has, that I am going to wake up in her bed. That won’t help
anybody out, other than the throbbing dick in my jeans.

I push my hand
down to flatten my erection, to stop her from seeing how bad she really is
affecting me. Her sexy silky pyjamas are deadly, clinging to her toned body so
perfectly I want to peel them off with my teeth.

FUCK! Ant, stop
it now.

I pull my arm
free from her grip, needing to leave now.

“Come on Ant,
just one drink and then you can skedaddle. Just one teeny tiny drinky poos?”
she squeezes her finger and thumb together, motioning the small measurement of
alcohol I am told I should have.

I give up, give
in because I can’t bear to see her face sad, “Fine, one, only one, them I’m
fucking off home,” I slump onto the sofa, the leather cooling my back. I lean
my head back on the cushion while Georgia goes off to make me a drink. I rub my
hands over my face, trying to collect some semblance of normality. I look to
the ceiling, knowing above me somewhere, Abbi is lying, confused, and possibly
a little sad at my departure. I wonder if Leigh is with her, if she has told
him, if she feels the same.

Ant, stop
torturing yourself and get over the girl.

“Here, bottoms
up Mario.” Great, so we are back to her little nickname for me. Yes, I am part
Italian, yes, I look and sort of sound Italian, but I am not a plumber who
wears overalls and jumps down pipes all day. Okay sometimes I am inside pipes,
or someone’s in mine.

“Cheers.” She
clinks her glass to mine and we both swallow the vodka she has poured. “You
always did have a fancy to this shit, didn’t you?” I ask, putting my empty
glass on the table. I hate vodka with a passion, why anyone wants to drink
something that tastes like paint stripper, instead of a nice smooth brandy, I
have no idea, and insane is the only explanation to me.

“That’s because,
Mario, vodka makes me wild and I know you like me like that too, don’t you?”
she asks, sitting as close as she can to me, without sitting on my lap. She is
looking at me with those sparkly green eyes, a little glazy, so I wonder how
many of these she has drunk before I came down.  Pearly white teeth bite that
gorgeous plump lip and I have to clench my legs together to stop my cock
exploding out of my jeans.

“Georgia.” I
warn her again, but she is getting closer to me, sitting with her chest to my
arm, her breasts press deliciously to my skin. I can feel the heat of her skin
through the beautiful silk.

“Antonio.” She
replies again, her lips so close to my neck I can feel her every, hot steamy
breath.

I breathe in
hard, closing my eyes to force her face out of my eyes, and imagination.

“We can’t.” I
tell her, none too convincingly.

“Oh yes, Mario,
we really can, hard, fast, deep and
very
wet.” She swings her leg over
mine and pushes herself around so she’s straddled on my lap, the sneaky little
bitch. “This is happening, baby, because I want it to, and you know me, I
always get what I want, don’t I?” she informs me. She has always been so good
at wrapping people around her finger. Her father was a big sucker for that, and
then there was me, who had fought against her for years as a teenager, just to
have her weasel her way in and get my dick anyway,

“No.” I tell
her. I really shouldn’t let this happen, but so wrongly, I want it to, I need
it to happen.

“Ah-huh,” she
nods as she lowers her lips to mine, capturing me in the hottest kiss I have
ever had. Her skin fuses to mine, as her tongue pushes through my lips. I can’t
stop myself as my tongue shoots forward and attacks hers with a ferocity that
has been building for far too long.

Her hands reach
up and thread through the back of my hair, entwining it in her grip. I nearly
die when she starts grinding her hot pussy against me once again, that god damn
silk in the way. I know, just from the raw heat she possesses, she has no
panties on underneath and it drives me insane.

“George.” I moan,
as I pull away from her. She pushes her face into my neck and begins sucking
and nibbling at the skin there, her breath is warming my veins and skin.

I try to stop my
hands as they round her body and cup her arse, I really do, but right now my
fucking dick is controlling me and there is no stopping that bastard when he
takes over.

“We can’t do
this here, babe.” I inform her. All I need is Leighton walking in to his best
friend fucking his sister, just after said friend fucked his fiancée. I'm sure
that’d end marvellously.

“Your room or
mine?” she asks, whispering into my ear.

“Yours, Sweetheart,”
I tell her, lifting her up around her backside, carrying her towards the
stairs. I pick the half-drunk bottle of scotch from the worktop as I pass,
tucking it in between our bodies. “Which room?” I ask her.

“Opposite wing,
master suite.” I climb the stairs with her around me, her pussy warming the
hard cock that stands proud and ready between us, the tight denim currently
crushing him. I can't wait to pull them the fuck off.

She leans behind
her when I get to the door, turning the knob. I push it open and then kick it
close behind me. I turn us and slam her against the wood of it, crushing my
mouth to her again. “We do this, we do it my way Georgia.” I commanded her as I
need that right now. It needed to be this way.

“Yes.” She
hissed through her teeth, my teeth moving to graze the slender column of her
throat. Why a woman’s neck could drive a man insane I’ll never know I just hope
it always does.

I frame her body,
pushing my hips to hers to hold her to the door, as I clasp either side of the
V in her top, pulling hard, to pop every single button off the material. They
scatter crazily across the floor, the noise penetrating my eardrums. “Jesus
fucking Christ,” I moan out, rolling my eyes as I take in her fantastic form.
She has grown into herself a lot more than when I had last seen her this way.
Her tits have grown, her hips have become even more curved, her tiny waist
pinched in and her big green eyes portray innocence her body denies her.

I bring my hands
up, attempting to cup a breast in each one. I push them together, lowering my
head to kiss each one, moving lower to nip each of her nipples. “Ant,” she
moans, pushing her groin into me further. I lick up her chest, her neck and to
her mouth. I kiss her once and then clamp my teeth down on her lip, tugging it
slowly towards me. Her eyes roll back into her skull, my dick hardening more,
almost busting the zipper on the front of my jeans.

I cup her arse
with my hands again, lifting her slightly and carrying her to the perfectly
made bed, that won’t last long. I push her down onto the mattress, moving my
hands to her waistband as I stand, pulling the silk with me. “Shit.” I struggle
to breathe, as I look to her bare shaven pussy, so neat and tight.

I stand to my
full height, all six foot six of muscle. I remove my shirt and then my jeans,
sighing in relief as I finally allow my dick to breathe. “Wow.” I see her
amazement at the size of me. It is a wonder why she wouldn’t remember me; I
have to have been the best she’s ever had.

“Yeah, back at
you babe.” I tell her, kneeling at her feet and burying my face between her
legs. Fucking heaven, that’s what it feels like to inhale that intoxicating
scent that only a sweet pussy can possess.