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“Okay, I’ll do
it. I know I can. Thank you so much, Leighton.” I tell him, relaxing into his
frame. A huge weight has lifted from my shoulders, my body able to stand tall
and move forwards.

“Now it’s my
turn to be honest, Sweetheart.” My eyes flicker to his.

“No, Leighton,
there is nothing I want to know. Whatever you have done I don't care.”

“You might care,
and we need a level playing field to make this work, so you will listen to me
and you will tell me how you feel about it, okay.” I nod to him, urging him to
continue.

I know I have
given him free reins to do as he pleased, but I pray to god that it didn’t lead
him to the one person I would enjoy ripping to shreds. Please do not let it be
Kalina.

Chapter
Fifteen
Leighton

 

So I have a
plan. I am going to tell her everything that has happened from the moment I saw
that CCTV footage. Including and not limited to my finger fun with Kalina, my
cane attack on Delilah and then my awesome back alley bang with Scott. She is going
to be completely aware and have no excuse to say I withheld anything from her.
This is going to take us to an even ground, a solid foundation to move forward
on.

The next step, I
am going to make her aware of who I am, not the Leighton she has come accustom
to, but the real me, the Leighton who will take a paddle to her arse if she
ever behaved the way she did, again. The Leighton that will have her pretty
mouth gagged so quickly if she ever tries to top me from the bottom again. God
I am looking forward to this, far too much, in fact. Some may think it isn’t
natural for the human mind to have such deranged and perverse thoughts, but the
very idea of having her bound and begging at my mercy, has my dick like granite
in seconds. I can already see the submissiveness in her from the times I have
slyly dominated her in the past. Her pussy becomes so fucking wet on those
occasions, the moment my voice drops an octave and gives her an order she will
clench around me.

“Abigail. You
need to listen now, okay. I need you to tell me how you feel, do not hold it
in, I do not want you worrying yourself or getting yourself needing that shit.
Understand.” she nods her head to me, and I fucking hate it. I want to hear her
beautiful voice obeying me.

“I said, do you
understand, Abigail? This is where you speak.”

“Yes, I
understand, but, Leighton, I really don't care. I told you, in that letter, you
do what you have to, to get past this.” Is she really saying that, does she not
understand how much I fucking love her? The only thing that was going to get me
past this was her talking to me, telling me the truth. I know she tried, but I
was too fucking angry to talk then, I just needed a bit of time away from her,
to get my thoughts together so I could approach her without wanting to spank
the ever living shit out of her.

 “Abigail Adams,
I am warning you, open your ears and listen to me.” She nods once and sinks
back into herself.

“Okay, so three
days ago, as I was packing up to leave, after receiving your text, Tom came in
to hack Phillips CCTV. We were flicking through and I saw you both on there. I
was so fucking angry, so murderous that I had to go to Phillip first before I
came to see you. I needed to get rid the anger boiling up inside me, or the
majority of it before I took it all out on you. So anyway, I went straight
there from work, I killed him outright.” I'm not going to tell her my sick
deranged scene I had him play out, or the fact seeing him so scared had my dick
hard, “Kalina was there with him. I was so wound up with tension, so far in Dom
space after his blood splattered the floor. Anyway, what I’m trying to say, is,
me and Kalina, we did stuff. We didn’t fuck, but she did suck me off and I
fingered her.” I shiver recalling her, yes, she is sexy as hell, her pussy is
tight as a vice (surprisingly) and yes, she does suck dick so fucking
phenomenally any man is lucky to last a minute with her mouth on them, but she
is not Abbi, she is not MY Abigail.

“Okay.” I can
tell that little fact has hurt her a lot.

“Abigail, how
does that make you feel, truthfully?” She needs to be honest; I don't want this
ripping her apart anymore. I need her in my life as a whole person, not part of
an empty shell that no soul resides in anymore. We have both screwed up
monumentally. Me for not making her feel safe enough in her own home, driving
her to take it upon herself to sort my mess out, only to make it worse.

“Truthfully, I
feel fucking sick to my stomach. Anyone else and I would just brush it off as
your own hurt impending your judgment, but her, that stupid little slut, the
rat who threatened to help assist killing our baby, by kicking it from my womb,
god that hurts so much, Leighton.”

I feel my anger
boiling over now, she fucking said what, that bitch will get it I tell you that
now. I know a few women who would love to get their hands on her. “Abigail,
thank you for telling me that, I will have her dealt with, if I had known she
had threatened my child I would have shot the slut too.” I see a stray tear
fall from her eyes as she mentally recalls the day this all happened. I haven’t
once thought of what Abbi had gone through, and I feel like an arsehole for not
taking the time to understand the full extent of everything.

“It’s not your
fault, Leighton. I just hate her so fucking much, I want to bury her, its raw
and hot inside of me, and I don't think I’ll be happy until she is deformed or
dead.” It is easy for me to arrange that in my line of work, I can easily have
her disposed of, and after the pain she has caused my fiancée, I am inclined
to.

“I can have it
arranged, Abbi. If it helps with the pain inside of you, I’d happily put the
bullet in her head, myself.” I wipe all of her tears away, kissing each and
every one of them, kissing her eyelids and cheeks to sooth her.

“No, Leighton,
if it happens, I want to do it. I will get back at her if it’s the last thing I
do. She will pay for the pain she caused me.” She sniffles back the sob I know
she wants to release, she is so god damn strong. She has been through hell and
back in her life and she is somehow still  standing. I admire her for that
alone.

“Okay, Angel, I’ll
leave it. But if you need help, you know I’d do anything for you, okay.” I
reassure her, clutching her face in my palms. I want to kiss her so bad. To
feel her lips against mine, to seal the deal and have her mine again. However,
I need to get the rest of this out first.

“Abbi, I need to
tell you the rest. Are you okay for me to continue?” she nods, no sadness, just
pure revenge set in her eyes. I loved seeing it there, reminded me of the
passion and burn I have for violence, but I really don’t want her getting
herself involved in this lifestyle.

“Ok, so last
night after texting you, I received some pictures from Kalina.” I see her
physically stiffen, her lips curling up in pure malevolence. “There was an
image of you kissing a groping some guy. I got fucking angry. I had to let it
out, and before you say anything, no I didn’t go to Kalina. I called Scott and
we went to a club we belong to.” I can see the intrigued look in her eyes, the
need to know more.

“What type of
club?” she asks me straight out.

“I'm going to be
honest here, Abbi. I haven’t been completely open with you from day one. You
might have already guessed, but I’m a dominant, and a damn good one at that.
Anyway, I’m sure you know what one is, it’s pretty well known these days thanks
to that Fifty Shades of Grey bullshit. I’ve been trying my best to not be that
person around you, you weren’t ready for it. But, Abbi, I need to be me now,
and you’re going to have to handle that. I’ll help you, and I won't force you
to be involved with it, but I will need to exert some kind of control over
you.” I am getting carried away, all I wanted to tell her was that I had gone
to the club and what happened with Delilah.

“Anyway, what
I’m trying to tell you babe, is that the club I went to is a BDSM club, I am a
member there. I haven’t been since we got together, but after Kalina sent me
those pictures, I needed an outlet. I used one of my ex subs, Delilah, well
Scott and I both did.” I know she recognised the name straight away from the
twitch in her lip. Remembering her fight with Kali at Scott’s birthday last
year, she knew how much Kalina wanted to be Delilah.

She sat up
higher in her bed, flinching when she put weight on her busted hands. Every
time I glance down to her bandages, I feel ill at the thought of her being
alone and scared, without me, I should have been there, heck she should have
never been there, she should have been at home with Melissa and me.

“What did you do
to her, you and Scott? Both of you, what did you do to her?” she seems
genuinely interested, the slight glimmer in her eyes telling me the thought of
all of it, is getting to her.

“Well, Scott
whipped her and then I caned her. She is what you call a masochist, someone who
can't get off unless she is in agony. Her threshold is extremely high and it
takes a lot to push her over the edge. To her, the feel of the cane against her
arse is the same as sex is for you.” I shrug my shoulders to play it off as not
being a big deal, but it is. It is a scary concept to an outsider.

“I know what a
masochist is, Leighton, I am not stupid. Okay, so is that everything you need
to tell me?” she seems fine with the Dom ting, and I am now secretly hoping she
is going to experiment, try out the scene with me.

“No, I have two
more things to tell you, and I need your absolute attention and I might need my
own support from you afterwards.” I am scared to tell her, not about me and
Scott, she has seen Ant fuck me and it did nothing but get her off harder than
she ever had. What I'm terrified to tell her is that I am suffering with my own
addiction to drugs, okay, it isn’t anywhere near as bad as hers, I'm not
needing it multiple days just to get by, I’m not becoming Mr crazy pants. I do
a few lines every day before I come home, but it is expected with the job I do,
and the shit that’s happened lately.

“Leighton,
please. Just tell me so we can sort this out and move on. I want go home and
see my baby.” She strokes my arm gently, her fingers roaming up and down the
length of my corded muscles.

“Ok, first thing
is.” I procrastinate for a second before carrying on, “Thing is Abbi, I fucked
someone last night.” Her eyes look hurt, angry and sad. “Me and Scott, well we
kind of had sex when we left the club, before I found out about you.” She
instantly relaxes and then smiles. That beautiful set of sparkly white teeth
showing, then she does the unexpected thing, and bites her bottom lip, slowly
dragging it through her teeth. It causes a surge of waiting blood to pump into
my already hardening dick. God I miss the feel of her around me, so bad.

“Leighton, I do
not ever see you fucking a man as you cheating on me. Fucked up as it might
sound, I want you to have every pleasure there is to take. For pussy, yes, you
always come to me, never anyone else, but if you need a guy, ever, you take
one. Just don't ever leave me for one okay, because that would be a real downer
on my self-conscience.” She laughs at me, the sound so magical I can't help
laughing back.

            “Sweetheart,
you are amazing.” It is so easy to be around her again, like every bad thought
I ever had about her has been burned away and I now have my woman back.
Everything is just so right. It has been so easy to forgive her, well easy once
I had sorted my own head out that is. My own fucked up issues even out this
crazy patch we are having. I just hope when I tell her about my problem, she
will be there for me.

“Abigail, I have
my own problem, my own addiction, other than being addicted to you of course.”
I smile weakly at her, trying to make the next part as easy as possible. “God
this is hard.” I say aloud. A man as strong and in control as I am finding it so
hard to admit I am actually weak as hell.

“Leighton, no
matter what is wrong we can get past it baby. I’ll be here for you.” She
gestures for me to continue talking. If only it were that easy.

“I am addicted
to cocaine, Abigail. And I have been for a very long time.”

Chapter
Sixteen
Abigail

 

How do I tell
him? Tell him I know that I have known since the very first time he had taken
it. The day I was attacked in our home had taken an adverse affect on Leighton
and from that point on, every time I saw him, I could tell he had been
snorting. It breaks my heart to see that he needs the stuff so much, that he cannot
even manage to get through the day without it. I didn't want to confront him
about it, I had grown up in a home where my father was continuously on the
white crap, and saying something just makes the situation worse.

I have seen the
signs, the change in his eyes, the escalation in sexual behaviour and the
sudden outbursts of aggressive behaviour. Leighton hasn’t been physically
violent with me, but his temper is worse than it had been to begin with. There
have been a few times, at parties particularly, where he has almost knocked
someone out for even looking at me, or for looking at him too long. I don't
need any physical proof that he is using, I might as well be an expert on the
stuff, but finding his stash that one day, the white powder haphazardly buried
in his underwear draw, confirms all of my suspicions.

I want nothing
more than to pour it down the toilet, to get rid of the filth from my house,
but knowing his temperament I don't want to put myself in that position. I have
been petrified by him more than once, the day I went into labour being the
worst time. He had grabbed my jaw so hard it hurt, his pupils dilated and the
raw malevolence on his face had scared me shitless. That wasn’t my Leighton, it
was some beast that had taken over his being.

I avoid looking
at him, not because I am ashamed or disgusted by him, but because I don't know
what to do. Do I lie and pretend I don't know, and haven’t been putting up with
it for a goddamn long time. I wanted, on more than one occasion, to beat the
living shit out of him, maybe knock some sense into him. My father had ruined
his life, repeatedly raping and abusing me, every single time he was high as a
kite. I don't need the constant reminder when I look into his eyes, and then my
father’s filthy ones looking back at me.

I take a deep
breath and raise my head to look at him. I’ll lie, it’s the easiest option. He
doesn’t need to be made to feel guilty, he needs support, the same as I do. We
can mend each other and be one again. “Ok, how long have you been using,
Leighton?” I ask him outright, no emotion behind it, whatsoever.

“About four
months, it started the day you were attacked, by Phillip and his men. I couldn’t
take the shit it caused me; I needed to blot it out before I did something
stupid.” He looks so bloody broken, so embarrassed. His eyes portray a man who
thinks he has let me down. He has done far from that, he has built me up high,
kept me safe as he could, loved me with everything he is and given me a beautiful
baby girl who I would die for, and I know he would too.

“I completely
understand, Leighton. I'm not happy that it has been going on for so long
behind my back, that every time we are together you are under a false belief,
but I know better than anyone, how hard it is to deal with things sometimes,
how hard it is to face reality. Sometimes just a tiny fix helps us get through
each day.”

He shrugs again,
not hearing what I am saying.

“Leighton,” he
gives no reply. “LEIGHTON!” I shout to him, tapping his cheek lightly. “Baby,
listen to me. There is nothing to be embarrassed about; nothing will ever stop
me wanting you. Your flaws just make me love you more because I know you’re
strong enough to overcome them.” I pull him to me, his head to my chest for a change.
My fingers are stroking his soft strands, my cheek to the top of his head, my
lips meeting with the crown ever so often. He needs me now.

My own addiction
is still bad, I still want the pills even now just sitting here, but seeing my
man so weak and helpless assists me with not giving a shit for it right now. He
needs me more than I need that filth. I will die before I touch another one.

“We can get
through this, Leighton, you and me, together. I know we can, we can fight the
world, Baby.” I lift his head, looking into his intoxicating green eyes. I
bring his lips to mine and kiss him, the first kiss in over three days. I have
seen the need in his eyes every time they have wandered to my mouth, he has
desperately wanted to kiss me, but is restraining himself for some reason. I
need to feel his touch, to feel him on me.

 His body
instantly awakes, becoming tense and alert. He pulls himself up onto his knees,
using his frame to lie me down. His eyes are open and staring into my own,
intense, raw and fucking sexy. I can feel his hard dick pressing into my thigh
as he manoeuvres himself on top of me, the small hospital bed somehow
accommodating the pair of us.

“Fuck.” I hear
him growl through the kiss, his hands roaming my body, brushing over my breasts
and reaching to cup my face as his tongue explores my needy mouth. “God, Babe.”
He is hard on top of me, his full body weight on me. Every defined and rock
solid muscle moulded to my own curvaceous frame. We are made for each other.

His right hand
leaves my face and shoots down between our bodies, pulling at the plain cotton
panties the hospital has provided me. His fingers rip into them with vigour,
clearing all obstacles between us.

“Fuck, Angel, I
need you.” He tells me as his lips leave mine, placing themselves hard against
my throat, his teeth and tongue grazing against the column of my neck. “Door.”
He says before he jumps up from me, leaving me wet and wanting on the bed. He
slides the lock into place quickly, before shutting the blinds closed.

I praise the
lord for the benefits of having my own room.

He is back on me
before I can say ‘fuck me’. His hands continue their onslaught, teasing and
tormenting my body. I can't even prepare myself for his fingers as they are
thrust into me. “Oh, Leighton, Baby.” I moan into his hair as his lips bruise
my neck, his mark being sucked into place. I can feel my skin being drawn into
the warm wet residence of his mouth, his tongue laving at the flesh. My body is
trembling with need, my pussy dripping and convulsing around his thick fingers.

“You’re always
so ready, my beautiful Angel.” His name for me, falling from his lips, has me
attempting to reach down between us to grab onto his dick. “No, Angel, you
don't touch me until I tell you that you can. I am in charge from now on, and
it is in your best interest and that arse of yours, to do as I say.” I gulp
down the lump in my throat. His throaty deep words send spasms through my body
and a delicious moan to leaves my mouth.

“Baby, Please,
oh god, Leighton, Harder.” I beg him to relieve me, for his hands to smash
harder against my pussy.

“That’s right,
Princess, you beg. Beg me to make you cum, beg for my cock. I own you Abigail,
everything about you. Your body, your lips, your pussy, and every fucking
orgasm you have from now on. Even if its Antonio’s thick, hard cock pounding
inside of you, you do not cum until I tell you.” Holy shit, it is so hard to
not climax right now. It’s so screwed up, but my body craves this, craves his
dominance, his control and his downright animalistic tendencies. Why does he
have to mention, Antonio, he knows how much I want him. It’s hard to not jump
the man every time I see him. Each time I am in his presence, I can't stop my
perverted, wandering eyes as they roam every inch of his massive hard frame,
and even better dick. The bulge concealed in whatever trousers he is wearing,
is uselessly hidden, or deliberately put in front of me to torment and tease my
fuck-obsessed brain.

“Leighton,
please, I’m begging me. Please fuck me. I need you in me so bad, make me cum,
please.” There I said it, and it wasn’t hard at all. In fact, it feels fucking
natural. I can do it any day of the week if it means I have him inside me,
pounding the fuck out of me.

“Oh, Abigail,
Angel, that is the best thing I have ever heard come from those sexy fucking
lips of yours. Get me out baby.” My hand is between our bodies in a second,
unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. His cock is in my hand, I’m stroking it so
viciously I am sure he will get friction burns.

He uses his
large hand to spread my legs apart, pushing at the knees to drop them open for
him. Not that he needs any force; I would have parted like the red sea if he
had just commanded me to.

I hold his dick
and glide him in smoothly, every rigid bump scraping against my inner walls. My
pussy grips him like a vice, refusing to let him leave me as he slowly pulls
himself away. I am internally begging him to fill me again.

He slams
forward, his pelvis connecting with my clit; the fantastic friction has me
moaning his name.

“Now, Abigail,
you know better than to scream whilst in public. Anyone can hear us, you need
to keep that pretty mouth shut tight or I’ll pull out of your sexy cunt and
fill your mouth with something that will stop you making any noise.” I would pay
to have him in any orifice of my body. My cunt, my arse or my mouth, I love the
taste of him, it is like nothing I ever tasted before, so sweet but rich at the
same time. So delicious and a hundred per cent, if not more, man.

I nod to him,
trying my hardest to stop myself vocalising my pending orgasm, as Leighton
repeatedly slams full pelt into me. He thrusts in hard once and then brings his
body close to mine, laying flat on me. He begins to rock inside of me, gently,
lovingly and so erotically, my orgasm is within touching distance.

“Argh, oh god,
baby.” I moan aloud, regretting my decision instantly as he pulls out of my wet
depths and climbs off me. His dick is standing tall and proud against his
abdomen.

He gets to my
head, slapping my cheek with his hard length, as he uses one of his hands to
hold open my jaw. He pushes himself inside my mouth, his entire cock inside. He
hisses through his teeth as I suck hard on him, savouring the taste of my pussy
and his pre-cum mingling, such an enticing mix, my favourite kind of lolly, an
Abbi-Leighton cum pop.

“Abbi, Angel,
suck me harder. Get me in that throat the way you like it.”  Why wouldn’t I?
His magnificent steel gagging and choking me is the best feeling in the world.
To have his hands in my hair as he rams and fucks my face, is what I desire and
what I crave for, more than anything.

His hands move
along every curvature of my body, one kneading and massaging my tits, whilst
the other finds the wet needy place between my thighs. His finger once again fills
me, his thumb repeatedly swiping across my clit.

His phenomenal
skills with his fingers have me suck at him harder, drawing him in as deep as I
can take him, and then gliding back out. My teeth gently score the hard ridges
of him. My own hand wanders around the back of him to grope and squeeze his
arse. I begin to do the one thing I know will make him explode. My finger seeks
out his hairless crack and tight hole, filling it with a single dry finger.

“Holy, Fuck.” He
jolts forward as my fingertip hits his prostate, his semen filing my mouth and
gagging me. I struggle to swallow him, refusing to let a single drop go to
waste. His fingers appease me, continuously pumping inside of me and rubbing
against my g-spot. I am soon coming. No scratch that, I am mother fucking
squirting on his hand, my pussy juices coating him, the sheets and every
material or skin surface there is. I am slippery and glistening.

He removes his
fingers from me, the slow tormenting slide causing sensitive shivers to rake my
body. He lifts his dripping hand and proceeds to lick it clean.

“Hmm, Abbi juice
tastes fucking perfect.” He sucks his fingers into the warm recesses of his
mouth and removes them with a pop. He releases an ‘Ahhh’ of satisfaction as he
tucks his flaccid cock in his trousers and zips himself back up. He walks to
the door, unlocking the latch then placing himself next to me on the bed,
pulling me to him.

God, I feel so
good right now, so at home with his warmth encasing me.

“I love you so
much, Abbi.” He kisses my head once and then rests back into the metal
headboard of the hospital bed, his heart rate slowly returning to normal.

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