Deliverance (The LockDown Series Book 1)

by Dobson, Shannon

  “I’d like to get a new dress for that then, and maybe a haircut, it’s in a dire state.”‘Time to make an effort’ I think to myself. I am feeling so renewed and so unbelievably complete from those three simple words Leighton had said to me last night. ‘I love you’ God how such a simple phrase can change a person. It makes them want to live and breathe again.

  “Sounds good, but I am not attending your girly stuff. I’ll call Ant and see if his sister can go with you. Be good for you two to meet, she’ll be going tonight so you can both shop and do that pamper shit you women love so much, and then come home to me. I have a few things I need to sort out today anyway.” He stands from the bed offering me his hand.

  “I’d like that. I need a girlfriend. There’s only so much man talk I can take.” I giggle as he pulls me from the bed and slaps my arse playfully.

  “Oh baby, you haven’t had nearly enough man just yet.” He drags me through his room to his bathroom, turns the shower on then pushes my nakedness into the cascading water.

  I jump at the shock of the hot water hitting my cool skin. “Really, how much more man am I expected to see today?” I wiggle my eyebrows at him playfully.

  “Oh, you’ll be seeing a whole lot angel. Now bend that backside over, I need to see that beautiful pussy.” I do as he commands, spreading my thighs slightly, holding onto the rail in front of me.

  “Now that is just so damn perfect.” His now hard cock is in hand, teasing my wet entrance. I tense around him, trying to draw him into me. He slowly slips into my readiness, stretching my inner walls.

  He hisses through his teeth as he fills me. “Fuck, that’s too good. You should be illegal, Abigail.”

  He pulls out and edges back in at a torturous slow pace. “Leighton, please, stop teasing me.” I beg him, pleading for him to be kind to me.

  He appeases me and begins a relentless pounding pace, ramming me to the brim then quickly retreating, before another slam full.

  “Leighton, I’m going to cum.” I tell him, clenching around him, riding against his oncoming thrusts.

  “Now, Abigail.” The order sends me over the edge; I’m at the epitome of my pleasure.

  I scream my release into the flowing water, choking on the cry.

  “Ahhh.” His moan followed by the stillness of his body, signals to me his own climax. I feel his hot cum filling me, the excess dripping around him and down my inner thighs.

  The kisses he places along my shoulder blades sends shivers through me; his hands come round to cup my breasts, pulling me up straight against him. His dick is still buried deep inside of my dripping pussy.

  “How I’ve lasted two months without you, I don’t know, but I’m not ever letting you go.” Please don’t, I think in my head.

  “As much as I would love for you to be in me all day, I really do want to get my hair cut and buy a new dress so let’s have a shower,” I joke with him.

  “Oh, that’s not fair.” I hear him sulk as he pulls his still semi-erect penis from my tight walls. A concoction of both our releases mingles together, continuing to trickle out, and drip onto the shower floor.

  “Now that is fucking hot.” I feel his hand rub the wetness away as he slides his finger up my leg and to my clit.

  “Leighton,” I warn him, batting his hand away. “If, when I get back from my day out, we have enough time I will be at your every whim, but until then you’ll have to control your man hormones.”

  “I can’t help it baby, your just so sexy.” Leighton runs his hands through my hair, massaging shampoo into the length.

  After rinsing the bubbles away, he applies conditioner, leaving it to soak in a little while he washes my body down with his body wash.

  The scent is as intoxicating on my skin, as it is on him. I wash the remnants of the conditioner and bubble wash off of me then use the shower head to rinse between my cum soaked thighs.

  “All done baby, I’m getting out before that monster,” I point to his steadily growing erection, “Comes to bite me in the arse.”

  “It’s inevitable baby, he’ll get you when you least expect it.” His warning sends warm shivers through my body, making me wet.

  I climb from the shower, wrap my hair in a towel and then wrap another around my body. I return to my own room to find some clothes for the day and to dry and style my hair.

  I put a pink lacy set of underwear on, followed by jeans, a t-shirt, a pair of Converse and a cardigan.

  Drying and putting my hair up in a messy ponytail, I make my way to the kitchen.

  I see Leighton already sitting at the bar, with his usual pancakes, coffee and newspaper. I take a seat next to him, shuffling myself onto the stool. I look down at my plate and smile at the pancakes and fruit.

  “You look beautiful Abbi. I made you some pancakes.” He points to the plate by my seat.

  I choke on my tea I’m sipping from, “Sorry, you made them?” I ask him knowing full well he didn’t.

  “Okay, so I got them from the pack and heated them up for you.” He corrects his mistake, smiling proudly my way.

  “Thank you, that’s very thoughtful of you.” I lean and kiss his cheek before I smother my pancakes in yoghurt and berries.

  “So, I’ve called Ant and his sister is coming here to meet you and go with you, she sounds really excited. Antonio is going to drop her off, we’ve got a few things to do so take one of the cars and enjoy yourselves.” That’s right; I passed my driving tests in the last two months and have full rein on every car he owns. Thomas had spent a lot of time teaching me, normally getting me to drive to my therapy sessions as practice.

  “Okay, thanks. Just please make sure you two are careful please? I hate the thought of what you’re doing. I can’t bear for you to get hurt.” I know that what they are trying to sort is in relation to this fucked up mess they have been put into. Killing an opposition's friend isn’t going to go down nicely and I dread to think the danger they are in now.

  “Aww baby, nothing is going to get through me, don’t you worry. Plus I’ve got Ant, and the guy's a brick wall.” He kisses my forehead before taking the last mouthful of his coffee. He looks to his Rolex, placed beautifully against his bronze skin. “They’ll be here in about ten minutes.”

  I finish my pancakes and put the plate in the dishwasher as a very enormous Antonio walks into the kitchen.

  “Morning, Boss.” The two men shake hands.

  Antonio moves to the side allowing a very petite, very tiny woman to show herself. She seems timid and shy and I feel awful for what she has been through. She is only twenty for heaven’s sake, and I dread to think how everything that has happened has affected her.

  “Abbi, this is my sister Maria. Maria, this is Abigail.” I lean forward and kiss the girl's cheek.

  “Hey, I’ve heard so much about you Maria. It’s very nice to finally meet you.”

  “You too Abigail, Ant won’t shut up about you.” She giggles as her big brother hugs her under his arm.

  “Come on; let’s leave the men to their macho things. I need a new dress.”

  “Definitely, I need a new dress too.”

  “You girls take care; be safe. If you need us, ring us please,” Leighton commands me as I continue walking with Maria, nodding my head and waving behind me to him, “And Abbi,” I hear his beautiful voice call to me like a siren. I turn to look at his gorgeous face. “Do I not get a kiss goodbye?” He pouts his bottom lip at me, his green eyes swallowing me whole.

  “I suppose.” I fake huff and walk to him leaning up to kiss him on the lips. His hand snakes around my neck and pulls me flush against him. His tongue assaults my hot mouth and massages around with my own. My blood pumps ferociously around my sizzling body and the wetness between my legs worsens. I can feel his erection evident, pressing against my denim clad crutch.

  He releases his grip on me and removes his lips; I lean up and whisper into his ear. “Now I have to go out wet and thinking of that
hard cock between your legs.” I wink at him and turn and walk away. His hand lands a slap onto my arse.

  “I’ll see you later baby, have a good day,” He tells me from behind and I leave through the kitchen with Maria, waving my hand above my head.

  “Damn man, that’s been a long time coming,” I hear Antonio tell Leighton, his Italian accent still doing things to me it shouldn’t.

  “I fucking love her man,” Leighton tells Antonio, and the warmth in my heart spreads through me igniting a flame so violent I feel faint. The smile on my face can probably be seen from space.

  I hear Antonio chuckling and telling Leighton he already knows that, that everybody knows it and that Leighton has been in denial for the past two months.

  I take the BMW three series convertible, driving with the roof down in the spring sunshine. The breeze blows through my now tousled hair, and chart hits play quietly in the background as I talk and get to know Maria a little more.

  She is easy to get along with, has a cracking sense of humour and is the prettiest thing I have ever seen. I’ve never had an interest in women, but well maybe, just maybe if I’d drunk enough I’d definitely go there.

  She is almost an identical of her brother Antonio. Beautiful bronzed skin, long dark brown hair, big brown eyes with those envious spider leg lashes. Her lips are a perfect rose red, matching the lovely blush on her cheeks.

  We manage to get through the hustle and bustle of London fairly quickly, arriving at Westfield shopping Centre.

  “Come on chick, I need me a dress, and this,” I say pointing to my hair as I walk through the car park, “Needs cutting desperately. It is horrendous.”

  “You should have some lowlights put in and a few layers done. It would look gorgeous,” Maria tells me.

  “Maybe I might just do that. I need to go to Ann Summers as well, they have the sexiest bra and knickers set I want to buy.” And also other bits Ann Summers is famous for but we won’t mention them in an open area where children are present.

  Maria seems to understand my thoughts, “Right, some underwear, that’s what you want Ann Summers for. First of all nails and hair, then we’ll get to the clothes shopping.”

  Two hours later, my hair is slightly shorter, with a few layers and lowlights, my nails are polished with a beautiful pink as are my toes.

  My eyebrows are threaded and shaped, my legs and bikini are waxed and I’m ready for some shopping.

  “I need a dress, something that screams ‘I’m here and I’m ready to be fucked,’” Maria explains to me and I nearly choke on the hot chocolate in my mouth.

  “Maria, you dirty girl. Does your brother know you have this filthy mind?” The girl is the complete opposite of what I expected her to be like. She’s confident, sexy, filthy and so like me it’s ridiculous. I am so happy that what had happened to her hasn’t ruined her forever. That she isn’t living in the shadow of the past like I have been for years, until very recently.

  “Of course not, I’m poor, shy Maria. I don’t like men, I don’t have sex and I’m boring. But what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, hey? Do you know how long it has been since I have had sex? Put it this way, I might as well be a virgin again.” I laugh out loud at her brother’s depiction of her.

  “You poor thing, we need to get you some.” See that’s why we girls need other girls to talk to. We can’t always tell or show the men in our lives the real us. “Let’s find us both a fuck me dress and shoes,” I say linking my arm with hers like we have been friends all our lives. I can’t stop the erratic smile on my face as I think of the fact I may have finally found a friend. A real, true, girlfriend.

  Another three hours later and we’re both loaded with bags from different boutiques and shops; both having bought at least three possible outfits for the night, including underwear and shoes to match.

  “I need me some sex.” Maria’s openness grows more and more throughout the day and I love it.

  “Well a party is the perfect place to find that, do you have anyone of interest in mind?” I’m sure she has seen Leighton’s friends, there has to be one she likes as they are all gorgeous.

  “Well there are two, but they are both Ant's friends as well, they are kind of brothers, twins.”

  “Brad and Luke?” She nods.

  “Well I’d say go for it, their sweet, and so fucking sexy. I’ve also heard they are kind of a pair, so you haven’t got to choose.” I laugh and wink at her when her face lights up in shock and then her tongue pops out to lick her lips. She’s not opposed to that idea obviously.

  I can’t stop looking at her and those beautiful brown eyes. They are like endless pits of pure perfection. She has curves in the right places and a huge bust. Yes, that’s right, the kind of woman we all hate with a vengeance for looking so God damn perfect.

  “Well I’m sure I can make room for both of them.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me and bites her lip.

  “You dirty bitch. Now let’s head back and get ready. I’m sure Leighton will be fine with you getting ready at ours. We can have a bottle or two while getting ready.”

  “Sounds perfect, let’s go,” She says as we get into the BMW and drive the beautiful country route home.

  We arrive back at the mansion in record time. By five we're walking through the door and up the stairs to my room.

  “Wow, this is beautiful,” Maria tells me.

  “Yes tell me about it. There’s a shower in there if you want to have one before you get dressed.” I point to the door on the other side of the room.

  “Sounds perfect, thanks.” Maria disappears into the room and I hear the shower turn on.

  I lay my purchases on the bed choosing the sexiest of the three outfits for tonight.

  A short, tight fitted red dress. It comes mid-thigh, along with a red corset and red thong, suspender belt, silk stockings and black platform heels.

  Leighton’s going to mess in his pants when he sees me. I laugh at the thought of him embarrassing himself like that.

  Maria re-enters the room wrapped in a fluffy towel, her hair pinned up to stop it getting wet.

  “All yours,” she states before rummaging through her bags to find what she would like to wear.

  I run the shower and wash quickly, avoiding letting my hair get wet. I didn’t want my perfectly styled hair to be tarnished by the water.

  Drying off I apply some moisturiser to my skin and then walk back into my room naked. We’re all girls right? Nothing she hasn’t seen before, I suspect.

  Maria is styling her long tendrils in the mirror when I walk into my room, so I get my clothes on.

  “Can you help me a minute?” I ask her, needing her to tighten the corset for me.

  “Sure.” She pulls at the ribbon on the back to pull my waist in.

  “That looks sexy, Leighton is going to die,” she states, tying the ribbons at the ends.

  “I hope not.” I wink at her. “I need him alive. I don’t think men can get it up when they're dead,” I laugh.

  “True. That would be devastating. Plus I don’t think you’d be into necrophilia.”

  She returns to primping herself at the mirror, whilst I clad myself in my sex wear.

  I pull my hair down and let it cascade my back. I apply a little makeup, mainly my eyes, smoking them up a little and adding some mascara. A little blush to my cheeks and some lip gloss and I’m good to go, well at least I think I am.

  Slipping my shoes on and taking a once over look in the mirror I address Maria.

  “Right let’s find the men. I haven’t heard from them all day.” Leighton hasn’t text or rang me at all during the day. I don’t even know if he is home to be honest.

  Approaching the kitchen I see Leighton, Antonio and the twins sitting around the island drinking a scotch.

  Leighton has his back to me. I see Luke’s eyes widen and a lump form in his throat when he sees Maria, causing Leighton to turn around.

  “Fuck.” He
stands up quickly and strides towards me. “Excuse me gentlemen,” he says in that aroused British tone, all clipped, deep and husky. He drags me from the room and into the hallway. I’m against the wall within milliseconds and his hard erection is pressing firmly into me from beneath my dress, grazing against me through my lace underwear.

  “That is a very dangerous dress to wear Abigail. I hope you’re willing to be fucked in front of every person at that party because I will not be able to stop myself.” I take a sharp breath inwards. The thought of him laying me out on a table in front of everyone and devouring my pussy has me soaking the tiny scrap of material between my thighs.

  “Maybe I kind of like that idea.” I rub my hand over his erection in between us.

  “Be careful what you wish for Abbi.” I grab his hand to press it to my sex. I cringe when I feel the rough broken skin on his knuckles. I lift his hand up and see cuts across the knuckled surface of his right hand.

  My mood shifts suddenly. “What the fuck happened here, Leighton?” I don’t like seeing him hurt and worse, I don’t want him involved with the psychos he seems to have made a bad relationship with.

  “Nothing of concern babe. Just leave it.” He sounds pissed off at me. He snatches his hand away roughly. I shake my head at him as I glare my eyes disappointedly his way.

  “Fine.” I turn and walk away, back into the kitchen. “You guys ready? I need a drink,” I address the rest of our group.

  The other four nod, and then follow me as I leave the room. I unlock the front door and see a limo sitting in the circular driveway waiting, an older gentleman standing by the back door, holding it open.

  I’m the first to get it, grabbing a bottle of Champagne as I pass, uncorking it and drinking straight from the bottle.

  The others pile in behind me, taking seats, Maria already sitting between the twins, receiving dirty looks from her older brother.

  Leighton takes a seat next to me and takes hold of my hand. He kisses my knuckles and brushes a stray hair from my face. “Talk to me, baby.”