Dauntless (The LockDown Series Book 2) (22 page)

“Good, very good, Sir,” I reply, trying to alleviate the pounding of my heart as I think of the time, only hours ago, that I was impaled on a cock. My thighs are becoming damp with need, the juices seeping from within my cunt.

“That’s good to hear, Pet. Now, tonight. I can be assured you’ve seen the cuffs?” he asks me, looking to the top of the bed where each corner possesses a leather band attached to a chain.

“Yes, Sir,” I answer him, fiddling with my fingers.

“I would also like to blindfold you, is this okay?” he asks me.

“Yes, that’s fine, Sir, I want to please you.” I look to him, biting my lip as my pussy contracts at the thought of being restrained, blindfolded and turned into an ice-cream sundae.

“Good, okay, let’s get started. Lie down please, Abigail.” I fall back from my seated position, my head hitting the pillow and welcoming me. God they are so soft. Leighton raises each of my arms one at a time, attaching the cuffs around my wrists before locking them with the little padlocks attached. “Does that feel okay?” he asks me, slipping his finger into the band to see how tight it is.

“Perfect,” I answer as I relax back into the mattress and wallow in the feeling that is building from this type of intimacy, a newfound pleasure I am experiencing and wishing I had done sooner.

He nods once and moves down the bed, trailing his fingers down my body as he goes. When he reaches my sex, he slides his fingers through my lips and quickly rubs my clit, causing my body to arch into his enigmatic touch.

“So responsive, Angel, we’ll work on that.” He tickles his fingertips down my thighs, over my knees and down my calves to my ankles. He clips a cuff around each one and then fastens again with a padlock.

“Fuck, you look so goddamn sexy like this. I'm going to have so much fun with this body, Princess,” he tells me, standing from the bed. I’m spread eagled on the duvet, my arms and legs stretched out, a slight pull in the muscles. It doesn’t hurt, but it does send delicious warmth through me.

He stands beside my head, by the pillows. He brings a piece of material over my eyes, the darkness hitting me straight away. There is no space for light to sneak through the barrier. My entire body is strumming to life, my senses spiking. I can smell his arousal more, hear his deep breathing and taste his intoxicating sweat in the air.

“If at any time you want me to stop, you need a safe work, Abigail. Something you wouldn’t usually say to me during sex.” I know what a safe word is, of course I do, I have read Fifty Shades, although that hasn’t come close to how my ‘inner goddess’ is feeling right now. I think hard about my work, needing something easily remembered but not so easily that it would slip out without thinking about it.

“Bazinga.” I won't forget it easily, it is from the Big Bang Theory, my favourite show.

“Bazinga?” Leighton asks me, “You want your safe word to be, Bazinga?”

“Yes, Big Bang, I won't forget it.” I smile widely, unable to gage his reaction due to the darkness surrounding me.

“Okay, sweetheart, if that’s what you want.” I hear his feet move beside me, then padding across the carpeted floor to the opposite side of the room. I have never known my ears to be so sensitive to the sounds around me, but with my sight completely gone, the sensors in my eardrums have tweaked themselves and adapted to the environment.

I hear a rattling, my only guess being the things hanging from the wall. I turn my head to try and fathom exactly what he is collecting. I am suddenly dreading what he has planned.

“Don't worry, Princess, it’s nothing bad, nothing you can't handle. This isn’t punishment, baby, this is pleasure. Do you trust me?” he asks me softly, stroking the side of my face.

I nod my head, unable to see him. “With my life, Sir.” I am getting so used to the word now, it flows from my lips so freely I don't have to think twice about showing him the respect he deserves.

“Good. Okay, let’s get this show on the road. You can make noise, Abbi, as much as you want. I want to hear you scream, but under no circumstances are you to cum.” I can hear the seriousness in his voice in his last statement. What is it with these Dom’s and their torturous ways? I’d rather the spanking again over any form of orgasm denial.

I can clearly remember the night we had admitted our feelings, the night of twenty questions, the night he admitted he liked to restrain women and withhold their orgasm. Why I hadn’t clocked on then is, beyond me, I was clearly cum dumb and too in love to notice. There have been so many signs through the past year, but I have managed to oversee every single one, or brush them off as normal or inconsequential. I think, that deep down in the pit of my stomach, I have always known he was a dominant man. He has, on several occasions shown me that side, but I’d never once thought he actually participated in the scene.

I feel the cool suede tails of a flogger stroking and brushing my naked skin, every nerve at attention as they relish in the softness. He circles my breasts and my flat stomach with them, sometimes lightly flicking at my nipples with the beaded ends. I feel a shot of pleasure rush through me as he slowly drags the whip between my thighs, a few of the throngs slipping through my pussy lips and stroking against my clit.

“Ahhh, god, that’s good.” My body is rising off the bed slightly, well as much as is possible with the restraints holding me.

“That’s right, Angel. Feel it, feel your body humming to life at the feel of the tails on you, your blood flowing to the surface, making every single touch a sensation to desire and relish.” The tails are gone and the soothing pleasure replaced with a sharp sensual pain as they whip down onto my stomach. My body writhes at the shock of it. I prepare myself for another. My legs and arms warm and tingling, my pussy throbbing and leaking juices everywhere, and I am nibbling my own lips furiously.

“Shit, hmmm, more. Please can I have more, Sir?” I beg him, wanting to feel this all night long if possible.

I hear his chuckle from beside me. He clearly loves my reaction to this, the way my body desires and craves for more of his touch. This is clearly helping his mood, his earlier mood shifting and a hot arousal now replacing it. I can feel his hard cock probing the side of my stomach as the tails once again thrash down and kiss my skin, awakening me to everything around us, the air, the heat, the smell, the dampness.

I jolt, my muscles contracting as white-hot pleasure drowns me, my eyes seeing little glittering stars behind the curtain covering them.

He whips me fifteen times in total, each strike pushing me closer to an orgasm I didn’t even think I could get through this kind of stimulation.

“Hold it in, Angel, remember what I said. Do not cum.” He whips me one last time between my parted, wet thighs, the throngs smashing erotically against my sex.

“Ahhh, please, oh god. Fuck, I need to cum, Sir,” I tell him, pleading for him to let me, just this once. Once and I’ll be okay, I will be able to hold it off for the rest of this torturous night.

“No, not yet, sweetheart.” I hear the flogger drop to the floor, the gentle thud causing my body to vibrate with need. I want anything he can give me right now, a touch, a spank, a kiss, a fuck, just anything to sate the overbearing pressure.

I hear the lid opening on the ice cream beside me. I want to giggle with glee, like a child, the excitement and heat within me striking tenfold, gagging for the cold bite of the cream.

I feel a sensation sting my body as a blob lands on my breasts, leaking down to my stomach.

I had been down, putting my daughter to bed I was once again reminded of the secret things I had lost in my life, how I missed those things with everything I had. I love Abigail with my entire heart and soul, but there are still things in this world that are there, holding on to parts of me that just won't let go. I watched as Melissa’s eyes fluttered closed, telling her how she would always be loved, that I would never leave her like I had done to someone I loved before.

I had felt Abigail’s eyes on me, listening to what I had said. It pissed me off that she had seen me weak, she doesn’t know about Joseph, and if I had my way, she never would. There is no need, I wasn’t his father anymore, I couldn’t be. He doesn’t know me, doesn’t know what I’ve done and the reason he isn’t here with me. He would hate me, just as much as I hate myself for letting anything happen to him.

I thought I would be in the downer mood all night, missing and craving to see him, but as I watch Abigail’s burning flesh melt the ice-cream, the little droplets spilling around her tummy and breasts, all thought of Joe are swept under the rug once again.

I bend my head, breathing her in, teasing and tormenting her sensitive skin. I can see her struggling against the bonds holding her; she is trying to move towards my hot lips.

I lower a little further and appease her. She has been a goddamn good girl today, so perfect and sexy, I can't wait to bury myself balls deep inside of her. I feel an unwanted throb in my dick that I need to get rid of ASAP or I might just bloody explode.

My tongue darts out and collects a large trail of the frozen dessert, lapping up the cookie dough and swallowing it down. Her body is vibrating under my touch, her skin coming up in goose bumps as I lather and feast on her delectable body. “God, you taste so good like this, Angel.” Calling her that name hurts so much, calling her something that once belonged to somebody else, but at the same time, it feels so right, so perfect for her. She truly is my angel, everything I love and need in this world.

I lick away every drop of ice cream trickling down her stomach, before munching on the cluster of solid cream below her breasts, where it had slipped after previously being atop them.

“Ahhh, Leighton, you do that so well, baby,” s
he tells me and I smile up at her, her eyes blindfolded from my every glance. I can feel the muscles in my face contracting as the beam spreads across my face, but then I feel the pain in my lip as my teeth bite down a little too hard. My arousal is escalating just looking at her perfection, her restrained body quickly becoming sticky with ice cream. The erection jutting out from my body is nearing on painful, every ounce of blood I possess currently settles there.

“Abigail, do you even realise how sexy you are, how every time I look at you, I want to consume every ounce there is of you? When I touch you my heart pumps faster and my dick aches.” I spoon another scoop of ice cream from the pot and place it on her left breast, using the spoon to circle it around her nipple, coating every inch of her tits with the sweetness.

“Ahhh, cold.” She tries to jump from the bed to relieve the cold burn I know is there, fuck she had made me experience it just last year.

“Answer me, Pet,” I command her.

“Yes I do, when I'm with you, Leighton, I feel sexy, I feel like I'm on top of the world, and nothing could possibly bring me back down.” So she is very clearly laying it on a little thick, she wouldn’t feel that way if she knew of my previous life, before her.

“Really, not exaggerating there at all, babe?” I ask her, knowing there is no way in hell I can make someone feel like that, that is all her. She has gotten herself there by herself, where she is and in the mind-set she is in.

“No Sir, not at all. You make me feel treasured, loved and safe. You make me feel so fucking sexy. It’s all you, and I fucking love you so much for it.” I crawl up her body, my naked one sliding along the sticky cream, coating my abs and making my black tattoos a weird creamy colour. I slide the mask up her face, revealing her beautiful blue eyes, now glazy and sparkling as they struggle to adapt to the light in the room. The lamp is glowing in the corner, a beautiful amber ambience on the walls, causing a shadow of our bodies against the wall.

“Hi,” I say, brushing away her hair from her eyes. I don't want to be her Dom here, I want to be her boyfriend, her fiancé.

“Hi yourself, handsome,” she says as she tries to lift her arms to stroke my face, but the leather cuffs still hold her in place.

“Tut, tut, Abigail, forgotten who’s in control have we?” I wink at her playing around. I don't want her restrained, I never did it was just for a little fun.

“You’re always in control, baby. You own my heart and soul, controlling its every beat and its every draw of breath. I am nothing without you, you control my entire being.”

“Want some crackers with that cheese babe?” I tap her nose before leaning in and taking her mouth in a deep, cock-strangling kiss.

“Someone’s a little excited, I think, baby,” she informs me, as I release her mouth, her eyes trying hard to look down my body to the iron hard length lying against her stomach between us.

“There’s always something between us isn’t there.” I joke with her, sighing. I am feeling so happy right now, my earlier sadness gone, but never forgotten.

“There definitely is, but I think I like this interruption. My pussy is hungry for him, could she have a little taste?” She pouts her lips as she grinds her cunt against my dick the best she can.

“I think it can be arranged, Angel,” I say, sitting astride her stomach whilst I reach to undo the cuffs holding her wrists. I want to feel her nails scratching my back as I fuck her with so much passion she will set alight. As my muscular frame leans over her, I feel a spine sizzling pleasure as her mouth wraps around my cock head, her neck straining upwards to take it.