Dauntless (The LockDown Series Book 2) (5 page)

Leighton once again ignores me, faffing around, making himself a coffee and cooking himself some toast. A good ten minutes pass before I build up the nerve to talk to him.

“Leighton, baby, please stop ignoring me.” I see him flinch in front of me, his entire body stiffening at my endearing words.

He empties his cup in the sink and drops it in there. He turns around, predatorily, slowly, his face now in view. The anger is clear on his tanned skin; the tiny hairs across the entire surface of my body are at attention. What is going to happen, I have no idea.

He looks from my head to my feet, and then back up again. Then he scoffs. He looks at me as though I am a piece of shit on his shoe. Oh god, I have never felt as dirty as I do this second.

“Baby? Baby? Are you serious right now, Abigail?” He strides towards me, his jaw clenched tightly, his fists by his side. Standing in front of me, he clasps my jaw firmly in his hand, squeezing slightly, causing a slight rush of pain to penetrate through me. His eyes are wide and red, his pupils dilated. For the first time since knowing him, I am slightly scared.

“I am not YOUR baby, Abigail. You gave up any right to me, when you laid yourself out to be fucked like a whore.” He looks down my body again in revulsion, and then pushes my jaw to the side, letting go of it.

“Leighton, please, let me explain.” I begin to cry and my jaw is now aching. I run my hands along it to soothe the sting.

He turns quickly again, coming at me. He cages me into the tiled wall of the kitchen, his face mere centimetres from my own. I can feel his breath on my cheeks, his evil eyes sneering at me. I try my hardest to weasel my way out from under his entrapment, but it is impossible. His towering frame makes no leeway for an exit.

His mouth descends onto mine greedily and harshly. His lips collide with mine with such force and ferocity I feel my teeth slice through the inside of my lip. The tangy taste of blood fills my mouth and coats my tongue. I try to force him off me but I’m not having any luck, his strength outweighs mine a hundred to one.

His tongue forces its way into the open entrance between my desperate, parted lips. I am scared, but due to the intoxicating scent and warmth oozing from him, the place between my thighs is dripping, not the slightest bit bothered about my fear. My arousal takes over as my fingers find their way into his hair, gripping on tightly as he swallows me whole.

His body pushes against mine, pinning me to the wall. He lifts his hips into mine and raises me off the floor slightly. His thighs push my own apart violently. Those strong fingers untie the belt to my gown, pulling it open to my naked wantonness. My nipples are erect and begging for his caress. “God, you have such fantastic tits.” His hands smother each of my breasts, covering them entirely. He begins to knead and squeeze at the sensitive tissue, causing delicious throbs to soar through me.

His lips find their way into the crook of my neck, his tongue and teeth nibbling and suckling the skin. I can feel the love bite forming, but I don’t care. This man owns me, everything I am, everything I will ever be, is his. I want to bear his mark for the rest of my life if it will take away the hurt I have caused.

“God, Leighton, baby.” I can feel his rock hard erection pressing against my naked pussy, the ridges stroking against my clit. I reach between my legs, trying to get a hold of his cock to give him some sort of pleasure as he continues his onslaught kissing
my neck and touching my breasts.

“No, you do not get to touch me, Abigail.” His hands leave my tits, clasping a wrist in each. Both of my arms are pinned above my head in seconds. His grip is near painful as he squeezes firmly to hold them in place. “You’ll do as you’re told, you stay still. I do not want to hear a word from those lips, do you understand?” His dominant, controlling side, I have seen a few precious times before, makes an appearance. If he thinks he is scaring me, he is sorely mistaken. This man, restraining me right now, makes me hotter than I have ever been before, makes my pussy throb painfully. I am close to coming just from hearing his rough clipped British tone.

I nod my head, wanting to behave for him, so he will be kind to me and grant me some kind of relief. He removes one hand from my wrist and allows both to be secured by one gigantic hand. The pressure placed upon my artery sends hot pleasure into my womb, penetrating my very being.

His removed hand finds its way down between my bare shaven folds, his fingers flicking ever so gently across my swollen clit. I want to moan and grab hold of his hair, but I know better than to disobey his orders.

A single finger penetrates my soaking core. “You have such a delicious tight little pussy. I want nothing more than to bury myself in it all day long.” His voice is sending shivers down my spine causing my cunt to clench and spasm around him.

He removes his hand from my wrists and begins to make his way down my body. “Do not move, do not touch me and do not speak.” He looks at me in utter seriousness as his lips connect to every inch of my skin, trailing down my body.

Please, oh God, let this mean it’s all in the past, please just fucking make me cum.

I drag my lips and teeth over every available inch of her fantastic tits, nibbling and sucking at her pert nipples. God she smells so fucking good, it makes my dick hard as concrete, ready to bang fucking nails.

The cocaine is still in my system, it has kept my anxiety at bay but the anger is still raw inside. If Abbi thinks this means I am over it, she can think again. I am just using her tight little body the way she clearly likes it.

I kiss over her toned stomach, the tiny fading stretch marks reminding me of my beautiful baby asleep in her cot upstairs. Daddy loves you princess, I think to myself, knowing that when Abbi wakes up tomorrow morning her stuff will be on the doorstep ready for her to fuck off.

I flinch as I reach the right side of her stomach, the scar from the knife cut she had received with Phillip, prominent against her skin. It is a horrid reminder that she has fucked him and put our child in danger. I feel a new wave of fury wash over me at the thought and I want nothing more than to make her pay for how I feel, make her feel every bit as shitty and worthless as she is to me.

I move lower and then bury my face in her pussy, her juices coating my lips on the spot. My tongue reaches out, trails up between her slit and over her clit, her body convulses at the sensation. “Do not move, Abigail,” I command her. Her body freezes instantly, her obedience making me want to tie her up and spank the ever living shit out of her. Maybe she is better at being a sub than I first thought she was.

“God, you’re so wet, Abbi, so fucking irresistible and ripe.” Yeah, okay, totally irresistible, that’s why the thought of putting my mouth here makes me want to puke. The very thought of any part of Phillip connecting with her makes me want to peel her skin from her body just so she has a fresh canvas for me, an untouched, unmarred surface for my hands only, the way it should always be.

I fill her channel with three of my fingers, her pussy struggling to accommodate my thick digits. Her wetness lubricates well enough for me to slide in and out of her at a frenzied pace, hammering repeatedly inside of her. She is near to coming, I can feel her spasming around me, her inner muscles clenching tightly. I’m not quite done yet with my torment; I don’t want her to cum. She doesn’t deserve to have pleasure from me ever again.

As she is about to topple over the edge, I remove my fingers and mouth away from her, leaving her hanging on the tiny threads remaining before her downward spiral to the ground below. I see her body internally huff at the empty feeling.

“Abigail,” I warn her. She isn’t here for her pleasure, this is for me.

I remove my clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. My dick juts out, slapping against my stomach, hard as a steel pipe. I clasp her shoulder and abruptly turn her away from me, sliding the silk down her arms and to the floor. Her barely-naked body is revealed to me, open and willing. She is desperate for some kind of forgiveness; I can feel it emanating from her. I don’t have it in me to let this go, it is eating away at me. I need time alone to think everything through, to sort my now fucked up head out before I do something I really regret. She needs to be away from me. I want this to work, I love her so fucking much, but every time I look at her all I see is the fucking whore who fucked Phillip.

I place my hand between her shoulder blades and push her down, bending her at the waist. Her arse pops out and touches the tip of my dick, her wet pussy begging for me. I give into the compulsion of my nature, bringing my hand down against her pale cheek. Her body jolts forwards from the force, but her cunt clenches tighter around the head of my cock.

So my Abigail is a little pain slut is she? Let’s see how much she can take?

I unleash some of my built up rage and beat the shit out of her arse, spanking her over and over until my hand is numb from its own pain. Her once pale skin is now a scarlet red. Just looking at my work makes me want to cum all over it, marking my territory.

I am just about ready to explode. I use my fingers to trail her juices up between her arse cheeks, lubricating her anus. I don’t want her cunt, it is used. I want the only place I know I was last deep inside.

When I have wetted her hole to my liking, not hers, I ram my dick full pelt into her tight entrance. Her muscles clench at me, choking my erection fiercely.

“Oh, fuck, Jesus Abigail, you’re so tight.” I slam back and forth into her, her arse gliding up and down my length, my body hanging in the balance of hell and heaven. Just a couple more strokes and I’ll be in heaven, out of this shitty fucking hell she has brought me to. Well, for a few mere seconds more, anyway.

“You do not cum, Abbi.” I order her as my face screws up in agonising pleasure. I can feel my cock pulsating and throbbing as I spurt into her, my hot cum filling her arse up. Fuck, the chokehold she has on me makes it near impossible to stop myself.

I pull from inside her, my softening length resting against my thigh, the remnant of my release trickling onto my skin.

I pick up my clothes from the heap they lay in, look at her reddened arse and limp body, then turn my back on her and walk out. I leave her there, against the wall, used and abused like she deserves. It’s the way my heart is feeling, thanks to her.

At some point during the night, I manage to drag myself from the floor, after remaining in the heap Leighton had left me in. I don’t know where he has gone to, or if he has even left the house. All I do know is that I feel like a cheap, degraded whore. I don’t want to be around him when he is like this. The way he has treated me, using me and discarding me like a piece of shit, is not ok. I know I screwed up, majorly, but he didn’t even give me a chance to explain. He didn’t let me tell him how I was trying to protect everyone I love, to give everyone a chance at living a normal, carefree, safe life.

I’m sure the best thing I can do right now is give him space. I don’t want to be the reason Leighton’s anger took hold of him so ferociously that he changes into a monster I know he tries so hard to hide. The dominant, hard fucking I can handle. In fact I crave it a little, but the leaving me afterwards, not even talking to me or acknowledging me, that is wrong on every count.

I sit in the rocking chair beside my daughter’s cot, staring down at her peaceful sleeping form. Her thick blonde hair beckons me to run my fingers through it, the soft enticing texture warming me. Her gentle little breaths filter through the otherwise silent, room. I can feel my eyes filling with salty tears, the emotional hurricane my body is going through makes it so goddamn hard for me to think rationally. I try my hardest to get my cognitive functions to work properly, to stop me from going downstairs and taking those little yellow pills from the cupboard and swallowing the lot.

“I love you so much baby girl,” I say through my sad tears as I lift her sleeping body from the mattress and hold her tightly to my chest. I want to have her drinking from me right now, to feel that bond and connection only a mother could feel, incomparable to any other. The love and total devotion you see in your child’s eyes as they feed from you, the pull within you as they do, there is nothing even imaginably close to it. I hate myself for pumping my body with the venom, making it impossible for me to bond with Melissa. I hold my little girl tight to me, her tiny heart beating against my breasts, as I cry uncontrollably for my loss. I know I have gone too far, that I don’t know if Leighton will come back from this, allow me to come back to him. I pray, hope and beg God for forgiveness of my sins.