Dauntless (The LockDown Series Book 2) (9 page)

“Yes, Sir, please blindfold me.” She begs him, the way I know he likes, the way she knows he likes.

“Good girl.” He places the darkened material over her eyes and ties it around the back of her head. “I'm going to remove these lovely clothes Delilah, is that okay?”

“Yeeess, Siiirr.” She is becoming breathy, her heart rate is already spiking at the forthcoming events.

“Good, now, no more noises unless it’s your screams or safe word.” She knows better than to answer, and just nods her head.

Scott proceeds to remove her corset, unlacing the back and letting it drop open. He passes it to me to place on the table near to where I am seated.
He then gently cuts away her delicate lacy knickers, the material shredding under
his knife.

I can see her body tensing as the cool air hits her moist pussy. It is practically dripping already. Her skin has gooseflesh, her body already glistening with a light sheen of sweat.

“Now, my precious pet, I will start with the flogger and work up, but I know Leighton is dying to get a cane to this delicious backside.” Oh fuck, the thought has my cock pulsing uncontrollably, my erection scraping the rough teeth of my zipper. “Isn’t that right, Sir?” Scott asks me.

“Yes, yes it is.” I nod for him to continue, he needs to hurry. I need to get this energy out of me, or I am going to end up fucking something very soon, and not in the ‘make love, smushy, mushy way.’

Scott retrieves a nice twenty-inch tailed flogger from his bag, running the strands through his fingers, taunting me. He knows I am about ready to combust. I think he has clearly forgotten who the alpha-dom is here. Maybe I can remind him later.

He brings the flogger down firmly against her juicy backside, warming her flesh up. There is no flinch, no jolting or movement from her. This is easy for Delilah.

He whips her with the flogger for a full ten minutes, each hit becoming harder until I can see her arse is a nice warm scarlet. He places the flogger down and retrieves his bullwhip from inside his bag. He winds the six-foot strip around his arm and toys with it, teasing her with the handle. He occasionally brings his hand down against her raw backside. I can see her struggling not to moan.

“Remember your safe word?” he asks her again, ascertaining her knowledge.

She nods again in a desperate manner, silently begging him to continue.

“Good.” He unwinds the whip, bringing it back and then flicking forward so the tip connects to her skin. The cracking sound as it pierces through the air has me breathing in deeply.

Scott whips Delilah for twenty minutes, alternating between light teasing flicks and full force blows that have tiny trickles of blood seeping from her skin and down her back. Not once does she make a noise, not even to scream. The girl is crazy for sure.

I can see her body becoming loose, weightless as she is floating. Her subspace is approaching fast.

“Scott, stop, she’s nearly there.” I don't want her to go over the edge just yet, I want to take her there. Me.

He drops the whip and turns to me. His feet move across the floor towards me, his frame stopping in front of me. He brings his hands to my throat and squeezes slightly, a wicked smile on his face. “Yes, Sir,” he spits at me and then pulls me into a kiss. His hard dick is pressing against mine, his arousal so fierce I'm not sure how he hasn’t fucked Delilah yet to relieve the pressure.

Jesus, this seriously doesn’t help.

He lets go of my neck, walking past me, his hand gently gliding across my crotch.

I unzip my bag and take out my cane, the five-foot rattan gripped tightly in my palm. I relish in the feel of it. This is right; it feels so perfect and normal.

“Now, sweetness, I know you like what I’m about to do, Master Scott has already asked you, but I’m reiterating. You know your safe word?” I ask her, gently teasing her with the cane, running it up and down the length of her back, in between her arse cheeks. I gently tap against her red bottom.

She nods to me, guiding me to continue.

“You may cum.” It may sound fucked up to most people, but the pain to her is the same as being fucked to another person. She doesn’t need the sexual stimulation to get off; the biting of a cane against her flesh makes her explode.

I assess my cane by taking a few swipes in the air to get a feel of it. It has been a long time since I have used this. I can see her body tensing as every swipe sounds in the air with a ‘whoosh’. I know this is what she craves so desperately; the most painful impact play there is, and I am not kind with it, I know she needs this; I need to do this to relieve the pressure in me that has been building rapidly since receiving those photos from Kalina.

I raise the cane back a little and bring it down harshly against her arse, the welt appearing almost instantly against her skin. She elicits a tiny moan.

I bring it down again three more times, one above the other an inch apart. The rattan lines her arse nicely. I move to her back. You have to be careful where you connect in case you damage their spine. I don't need any assistance; I have been doing this long enough to know.

I mark her flawless back, creating a beautiful criss-crossing of purple and red welts. The pipe concealed in my trousers is fighting very hard with itself, to stop the cum that is sizzling in my balls, form erupting.

The last of her flesh I attack is her thigh, the tender skin under the curves of her backside. I hit repeatedly there, and on her arse again. The quick successions causes her body to writhe in pleasure, she can't stop the screams from exploding from her throat as she edges closer to her orgasm. As she is about to drop I bring the cane down vertically, gating the many other welts marring her body, horizontally.

She cries out her release, her orgasm detonating inside of her. Her skin is damp with sweat, her thighs coated with her creamy juices that are spilling from her cunt. Her hands and feet are trembling as she fights to stay up.

I undo the cuffs on every part of her body and lift her into my arms. I sit on one of the nearby chairs, with the blanket Scott has collected, wrapped around us both. The smile on her face warms my heart. I remove her blindfold and wipe the tears of pleasure away, before instructing her to take a few sips from a bottle of water as she floats around in her subspace.

“Thank you, Sir,” she says to me as she snuggles into my chest and drifts in and out of her pleasure-induced sleep.

I look to my right to find Scott, his hard dick is in my view, his hand wrapped firmly around the length. He teases me with it, placing it on my lips, sliding it in a little then retreating.

I can hear the gentle breaths of the sleeping girl on my lap, but I need this for me, right now. I open my mouth and allow him entrance.

I can hear the irritating beep, beep, beep I am now accustomed too. It is penetrating my ears and piercing into my pounding head. I don't find it as hard to force my eyelids to open this time, they are just slightly heavy as though extreme exhaustion controls my body.

I flick my head from side to side; the plain, dreary, depressing white walls of the obvious hospital room greet me. Great, why the fuck am I here now?

I shuffle my aching body up the bed, using my hands as a lift. A gut wrenching pain spreads through both limbs and into the pit of my stomach. The white-hot agony has my tummy churning; wanting to expel whatever is present there at this precise second. I quickly get myself to a seated position and bring my hands up for inspection. Both are wrapped tightly in bandages, why they are covered I have no clue but I’m sure I will find out soon.

No one is around when I take a more detailed inspection of my surroundings. I am in my own room, the door shut firmly, a little light streaming in through the singular glass panel. I can see the odd shadowed figure as people walk past, their sounds muted. My arm is attached to yet another fucking drip, I want to yank the stupid thing from my vein;
the cold flow of saline is a rather unwanted intrusion.

I lay my head back onto the pillows propping me up, staring up to the ceiling in a silent prayer. I can't remember much, the last memory being me inside the nightclub, becoming anxious and nervous at the people around me. I remember a guy flirting with me, but that is it. Maybe I passed out from anxiety. I have been declined my tablets for a few days and I know I need them to stop the fainting from occurring. Maybe that is why I am here. The whole arm in bandage thing is still a complete mystery.

Maybe the doctors and nurses can help me get over my small addiction so I can get back to my daughter and soul mate. I miss them so fucking much, my heart aches and burns for their presence. I remember Leighton texting saying he is going to bring Melissa to see me tomorrow, or is it today now? I have to get myself back together and mend my shitty, downward spiralling life.

I have come so far in the last year. Leighton has brought me back from the deepest depths of despair and heartache and repaired me. He has made me whole and more importantly makes me feel wanted, needed and loved. He has reunited me with my parents, has given me a beautiful daughter and has given me his promise that we will be together forever.

Yes, I have screwed up massively. Why I ever thought going to see Phillip was going to fix this mess is beyond me. That was a completely idiotic move on my behalf, and I am going to regret it for the rest of my existence. I haven’t heard about anything involving any of those sadistic creeps for a long time now, and I often wonder what is going on in the World War Leighton-Phillip front.

I reach for the water-filled glass on the table beside me, in an attempt to quench the desperate thirst within me. Even lifting the flimsy, disposable plastic cup is agonising on my damaged hands
. I desperately want to know what has happened. I don't remember hurting my hands at all.

I search the room for the alarm button, normally red, to call the nurses. I want some information, some recollection of what I went through.

I find it beside my head on the wall. I press it gently and then wait for them to appear. It takes a whole ten seconds before one of them comes to me.

The door opens and in walks a nurse in the usual NHS blue scrubs. “Ahhh, Miss Adams, it’s good to see you awake. How are you feeling?” she asks me as she picks up the blood pressure cuff from the trolley, and wraps it around my arm, securing the velcro.

“Erm, a bit groggy, aching like a bitch and confused as hell. What in the hell happened to my hands and my body? Why do they hurt so much?” Finally, time for some answers.

“Abbi, my dear, I think it’s best if someone you know, tells you. It can be quite distressing coming from me. Your friend Antonio is here with two ladies.” Holy hell, I totally forgot about Maria and Debbie.

“Okay.” She finishes taking my basic observations and then leaves me to allow my friends to enter.

Maria runs into the room, throwing herself in my arms. Her body is shaking uncontrollably as she sobs into my hospital gown. “Abbi, oh god, I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what was happening. I called Ant, and he came, he knows what to do.” She lifts her head, her hair a disarray of curls and her makeup is smudged across her face.

“What the hell happened to me Maria? The last thing I remember is that sleaze ball talking to me. Then I wake up here, aching like a motherfucker, and my hands wrapped in this crap.” She looks at me then back to Debbie and Antonio.

Antonio comes to me, leaning to kiss my head. He whispers in my ear, “Abigail, you need help darling. Let them help you.” He looks into my eyes with dead certainty.

“I know, Ant, I know.” I sniffle as a stray tear falls. I know now, seeing the look on Ant’s face, this has something to do with my addiction. I feel embarrassed and disgusted with myself for letting it get this out of control.

“Promise me, Abigail. That little girl and her daddy need you, he’s a mess without you, Pet.” I smile sadly at the fact Leighton has been missing me, that there is a tiny slither of hope I can mend this mess.

“I’ll do it, Ant, I have to do it. I need my life back. I need him back. I'm dead without him.” I keep my head down to stop myself from watching everyone’s pitiful eyes. I don't want their pity or judgement; I want help and support.

“I know you will, sweetheart. I'm going to go and leave you with the girls to talk. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He kisses me once again, turning to leave the room. I grab for his arm, my painful hand skimming his lightly.

“Ant,” I whimper to him. “Does Leighton know I’m here, how bad it’s become?” That is the worst imaginable thing. I had promised myself in that letter, the letter I left my ring on, the letter I left my life with, to make myself the Abbi he had fallen in love with. I don't need him seeing me as low as this. He has seen it once before and had pulled me through it. It isn’t his job to do it again.

“I tried to call him. But he isn’t answering. I think he deserves to know Abbi, if he finds out you were admitted into hospital and no one told him, we all might as well be dead. No matter what’s happened Abbi that man still loves you with his whole life.”