I gulp down the lump in my throat, my pussy throbbing, and clit pulsating between my soap covered thighs. My heart rate is spiking dangerously and my face is heating up to a feverish temperature. I stare at his big green eyes as they fuck me, his teeth nibbling violently at his lower lip.
His arms bend slightly, bringing his face literally centimeters from mine. His warm breath is on my lips sending delicious tingles through me directly to my aching core. “So Abigail, are we clear?” I nod, my arousal escalating, his pure alpha dominance shining through violently, causing erotic shivers to plague my being.
“Good, I’m glad. Now, Miss Adams, please do get to your knees, after all you did promise me, what was it you said? ‘I’ll give you the best blow job in the world if you hurry your sexy arse up and join me in the shower pronto,’ well I’m here along with my sexy arse and my dick wants sucking so get to it pronto.” He repeats my earlier command, making it ten times sexier, in that gruff, deep arousing tone.
“Yes Sir,” I reply, carefully dropping to my knees under the flowing torrent of water. The heat of the droplets warms my skin, dripping off of my swollen breasts onto the floor below. I take Leighton’s iron rod in both fists, pumping him up and down, working him into a sex fuelled frenzy.
“Oh that’s it Angel, stroke my dick.” I bend down and take a quick sweep of my tongue across his engorged head, collecting the escaping pre-cum in my mouth, the saltiness awakening all my senses.
“Take me in your mouth Abigail, now.” The dominant man I have grown to love, should really scare the living crap out of me after everything I’ve suffered, but fuck, all it is doing is creating a heat inside of me that is ready to make me orgasm on the spot.
I plunge my lips around him and push him to the back of my throat sucking harshly, my tongue winds around the girth as I swallow him whole. His huge hands lace into my wet locks, twisting them around his fingers and grasping my head. He pulls my head away from him. I look up to him under my lashes, into his almost black eyes, arousal smothering his usual bright moss globes, his teeth gnaw violently at that plump, lower lip. Then he smirks at me, winks and slams back home, choking me in the process.
“Loosen that sexy throat baby, I want you to take all of me in. I want to feel my balls against your chin and my dick hitting your tonsils. Relax Angel,” he commands me, his fingers still gripping tightly in my hair.
I attempt to loosen my throat, not actually knowing how to do that. He attempts to plunge in deep again, but I gag. Not as much as before, not the eye watering violent need to expel my stomach type gag, just a little heave.
“That’s a bit better, but I know you can do better Princess, you want to please me don’t you?” I nod around his ever growing length. “Well then let me in Angel, open your throat up and take all of me. You ready? We’ll go slowly this time. We’ll work him in.”
That does the trick; he takes his time, training my throat, each inward movement he moves a few centimeters further. Before I know it his entire eight inches is in my mouth, his smooth testicles tickling my chin. He grips my hair at a near painful force as he speeds up and becomes a little more forceful and driven with his attack, my pussy is practically pouring, gushing with wetness.
“Oh, Jesus, fucking Christ. Abigail, baby. argghhh, fuck, I’m gonna cum. Swallow all of it Abigail.” His face contorts and screws up in pleasure, his dick pulsating against my tongue and lips. Then his hot fluids flow from the tip of him, flooding my mouth, filling it to the brim, the excess that I can’t swallow quickly enough seeps from around his still hard girth, spilling down my lips and onto my naked breasts.
Leighton pulls his penis from my mouth, and then bends slightly, trailing his fingers down the remnants from his orgasm on my chest, collecting it on his forefinger. Wrapping his lips around his digit he sucks off his own cum. I feel my eyes roll back into my skull at the sight of it. “Hmm my spunk tastes so good on you.”
Pulling me to my feet I’m pushed back up against the wall, his manhood probing my entrance. His firm hand grabs behind my thigh and brings it up to wrap around his hip, then he drives his dick into me full force, eliciting a loud cry from me. Not a cry of pain, no, a cry of fucking ecstasy. The second he fills me, my orgasm detonates; I feel my dam breaking, drowning him, spilling over and running down my legs.
Lowering my leg, Leighton suddenly turns me, bending me at the waist, my full arse on show for him. “Place your hands on the wall Abbi, I’m going to fuck this sweet little cunt of yours. You ready for me Baby?” God this new him is too much, how I was going to keep up I had no idea. I’ve never seen him so controlling and rough but I am loving it and praying to God it never ends.
“Yes Leighton, fuck my pussy. I need you hard and deep. Fill my cunt up.” I place my hand on the slippery tiles, just hoping they keep me grounded. I widen my stance, firstly to accommodate his monstrous size but also as grip, protection to stop me slipping. I still have my child to consider, but I refuse to be one of those pregnant women who refuses to fuck because they have a baby in them. No way, I am getting my fill and if my man wants to fuck me hard up the wall who am I to complain?
“This is going to be quick Abigail, just looking at that glistening slit has me nearly spurting all over your arse.” He thrusts into me, his dick hitting my cervix. His huge hands grip both my hips as he pummels into me. His balls slap the backs of my thighs, echoing around the steaming shower. The water cascades down lubricating our bodies, creating a sliding effect to every plunge.
“I am going to explode Abigail, are you with me baby? I need you to go with me.”
“God yes, so fucking ready. Make me cum Leighton.” He brings one hand around the front of me, grasping my throat and lifting my body up slightly from the wall. His harsh breath in my ear, the warmth causing tingles to penetrate through me.
I can hear his loud grunts and groans, the hand around my neck drives me fucking insane. The second his grip increases slightly my climax explodes. “Leighton, I’m fucking coming. Argghhh, baby. Cum in me, drown me.”
I feel him slam hard once and then his dick throbs once again, flooding my wet channel in his salty semen.
“Abigail, God, you’re so fucking tight.” When he is spent he relaxes against me, kissing my shoulder and neck, lightly sucking it, causing girlish chuckles to leave my throat.
“I love you so much Angel,” he tells me, my original, soft loving man coming back.
“I love you too Leighton.” I turn my head to face him over my shoulder, taking his hot mouth in a panty melting kiss.
The next month has flown by. I am now just over thirty two weeks pregnant. My little baby is due January 12th. My belly is growing rapidly, I am now looking similar to a beluga whale and I feel like one too. I can’t stand properly because my stomach always gets in the way and weighs me down.
Leighton has been amazing, attentive and so very loving towards me. Every day he comes home from work with flowers, or a box of chocolates or some other gift to reassure me of his love for me. He sits on the sofa and places my feet on his lap and massages the aches and pains in them. He runs me deep bubbly baths when I feel tired, he has even learnt to cook some basic meals from Tom, so he can cook for me when I don’t feel up to it.
Life is going amazingly well. We have a date set for the wedding; we want to wait till squishy is here. The 5th of June next year I will become Mrs. Abigail Lock.
It is now the beginning of November and the cold has started to settle. The roads have begun to ice up overnight and it is dark by half four in the afternoon.
It is late on a Wednesday afternoon; Leighton is stuck at work late as he has had some ‘things’ to sort out. What the ‘things’ are this time around I have no idea. The temperature has dropped drastically, the fire in the lounge is lit and glowing its beautiful amber aura around the room.
I hear the front door go, the chain sliding across, the customary sign of my fiancé arriving home. He is all about safety and security
after the shit that has gone down with the group of animals that attacked Maria, shot at Antonio and killed Thomas’s brother. We haven’t had any problems for a good month or two now, well I think anyway.
I assume Leighton has managed to get away early so I walk to the front door, preparing to greet him as usual. “I didn’t think you’d be home for a while baby,” I say as I walk through the marble floored hallway towards the front door.
What I see when I get there is not my Leighton. Not by any shape or form.
Three men stand in the entrance hall to the mansion, two of which are huge, almost comparable to Antonio in size. The door is shut closed behind them, the chain attached. The two mega men sport shaved heads, nasty scars marring their faces. The other, more slender looking one looks slimy, creepy, and too damn perfect looking. All three of them have the same tattoo of the grim reaper on their biceps. The cruel look they give me sends a cold nasty chill down my spine; I instinctively place my hands onto my rounded stomach.
“Good evening, you must be Leighton’s fiancée. Is he around?” The menacing tone to the smaller one’s voice has me on high alert instantly. My palms begin to dampen and my heart rate spikes a little. Leighton may be designed to deal with the violence and cruelty of the world, but me? I hate it, all of it. I wish he had no part in it.
All three sets of eyes drift down to my pregnant belly and then up to my face, their lips curl up in pure malice.
“Yes, he’s in his office, let me just get him for you.” I turn around and began to walk away, trying my damn hardest to live up to the lie I have just told, and preying to the good Lord that they believe me. My internal panic alarm tells me to run, run to Leighton’s office and press the red button under his desk. Alerting Antonio, Leighton’s friend and body guard that I need him to come here now, that I am in trouble and in possible danger.
“Not so fast darlin’.” I feel a hand clasp the back of my neck and turn me around slowly. His grip is tight, his nails already biting harshly. “I happen to know for a fact that what you have told me is a lie. I know he’s busy; in fact I made sure he was busy. He is, let’s say, preoccupied with a pretty foreign girl, brown hair and a beautiful voice, kept on begging him; saying 'please sir, let me touch you', very desperate indeed. I was thankful when he shut her up with his dick. So how ‘bout let’s sit ourselves down and have a little chat shall we?” I didn’t get to answer because a pain sears through my cheek as the back of one of their hands hits me with a brutal force. I taste the copper tang of blood in my mouth as my teeth slice the inside of my cheek.
The pain in my face is nothing compared to the pain in my heart as I think of my fiancé with her, with that parasite. I don’t want to believe it, I don’t want to believe my Leighton is capable of such cruel behaviour, but my mind won’t let me push it aside, it’s stuck there, potent and toxic, eating away at any assurance I have in myself and in my life.
“I don’t believe you,” I say quietly, shaking my head in disbelief, causing the pain to spike through my cheek and face painfully.
“Believe what you want princess, but sooner or later he’ll go back there, he always does and always will. You can’t give him what he truly needs. In fact I bet he hasn’t even told you who he really is.” The slimmer guy looks satisfied with himself as a tear slips down my face. He walks so he is stood in front of me, his shoulders at my eye level. “Don’t cry sweetness, I can fix it all if you’ll let me.” I sniffle as more tears drop, I feel so weak and vulnerable; I just want my life how it was an hour ago. I close my eyes to try and control the pain I am feeling.
I jump when I feel a cool hand on my cheek, the rough callused fingers swiping away the tears. “It will be okay, just forget about him. Leighton is worthless. He doesn’t care about you; if he did he wouldn’t be sliding his dick in and out of that whore’s cunt this second.” I cringe at the filthy words he is saying.
I open my eyes, his black ones looking back. He bends his head towards me, clasping my face in his hands, his lips already puckering. I feel sick to my stomach, my lips are stinging as they quiver with my cries. My head pounds from the pain of the previous hit.
I reach my hand out and bring it back, ready to smack the utter revulsion from his face.
The two larger men grab my hands before either of them can connect to the other's face. They pull my arms harshly behind my back, securing my wrists with something, the temporary cuff biting into the flesh on my wrist. They walk me through the lounge and force me into a wooden chair.
“Now, that wasn’t a good idea. Let’s talk serious for a minute and then we’ll sort out getting physical poppet, seeing as that’s what you’re clearly seeking. I’m sure you’re probably aware of who I am now, who we are. And that also means you know what Leighton’s been up to, being his whore and all, I’m sure you’re up to date.” Just when I thought all the shit was behind us, something has to bring it back. These are the animals that had raped and beaten my best friend, had attempted to kill Leighton’s best friend and HAD killed Thomas’s only brother.
The obvious leader of the group walks around nonchalantly, circling his hand in the air, the two brutes that had tied my hands standing either side of me.
“You see, your dear Leighton has taken his revenge against us a little too far. All we did was fuck Antonio’s dirty slut of a sister, what's so wrong with that? She wanted it. She was all over my brother for months. So there Antonio goes, nearly killing my best friend and VP of my group. So yeah, I know we shot at him, unfortunately missing him, big deal,” he scoffs at his own statement. The man is pure evil, taking a life obviously doesn’t bother him in the slightest. “So the fucker kills one of us. Tit for tat as it goes, we killed one of his, so we’re even now. You with me?” I gulp down my terror and the sick rising from my stomach. “So guess what your CUNT of a fiancé decided to do? That’s right,” he grabs my face in his hands again, squeezing violently, I can feel my stomach constricting, my blood pressure rising astronomically and my blood pumping so hard in my body I am feeling faint. “The fucking prick has killed twelve of my men over the last two months.”
A very nasty picture is now being painted in my head; my beautiful man has taken revenge to the extremity that I am now in danger. I told him, I warned him when he said he would do this. He wouldn’t fucking listen, and now our little squishy, whose feet are ramming into my bladder at this precise moment making it near impossible to hold in my urine, is in harm’s way. I wish I could wrap my baby up so no harm will come to it. I can’t even place my hands on my stomach because they are tied.
“Now this is what’s going to happen, you” he let his grip go, tapping my cheek with one hand, “are going to give your Leighton a message from me. I won’t kill you, well not this time anyway, but if he fucks with me again, you,” he points his finger at me again, “and that child in there,” he points his finger at my stomach and then pokes it harshly. I try to stop myself from flinching when his nail bites into my skin, “will be splattered on that perfectly laid driveway outside. Got it?” I nod, swallowing back the tears of terror at his threat.
His hand smacks me in the face hard, on the opposite side to earlier, more blood filling my mouth. I have to spit it out onto the floor, the toxic copper taste making me feel ill.
His hand snakes around the back of my neck bringing it close to his own.
“I said, have you got it? Understand?” I nod slightly, the pain in my cheeks spreading like a wildfire to my head.
He leans in and attacks my mouth with his, forcing his tongue in. I take it; doing anything I can to appease the bastard, to protect me and my baby. His nails dig bitterly into the soft skin at the nape of my neck, piercing it.
“Now, we need a way to get our very simple point across.” He looks to me and then he then looks to his men. “Remove her top.” I squirm a little in my seat trying to stop them from getting to it. “If you struggle poppet, I will make promise to my threat a lot sooner than planned. Sit still lik
e the good little whore you are and it will be over quickly.” I stop my movements instantly, all of them, including the rising of my chest as I breathe.
Their dirty hands lift my top over my head, leaving it to drop and land around my tied wrists. The soft material warms my fists, giving them some kind of shield, to stop these animals from seeing the uncontrollable shaking present there. The fire crackling in the room at least gives heat to my otherwise chilly and frozen core.
“Now the bra.” No, no, no I scream in my head at them, wanting to say it out loud but knowing I will be murdering my own child if I am to fight back, my instincts from my street days returning. Take it like a whore, do everything they say and you’ll be safer. A switchblade is flicked open by the man on my right; images of the alley on the day Leighton found me filter through my head, causing my breathing to accelerate and my internal struggle to stop my panic from showing failing somewhat. He walks in front of me and hooks the knife under the center support of my bra and pulls, slicing through the lace easily. My breasts spill unwantedly out from their cups.
The goosebumps that rise across the flesh of my breasts aren’t from anything exciting, they’re from the pure and utter disbelief, fright and panic I am now in a state of.
“Wow, you are something else darling, what a lucky little prick Leighton is. Why is he at that restaurant of his fucking that whore when he could have you? If I were him I’d be fucking your tight little cunt every second of the day. I might just have to have a tester myself.” I want to throw up, I can feel the warm goo rising to my throat begging for release, my bladder is about to explode and my body screams for help.
“Now, I will leave a nice message for Leighton, right here.” He points the switchblade he has taken from his man and points at my bare chest. “Or maybe here,” he points it to my face, “Or maybe even here. Yes I think he’d definitely get the message here.” His voice splinters my soul as I feel cold metal touch my groin. I thank God I have jeans on right now because I can’t bear for them to see me, bare and uncovered. Only Leighton is allowed to see that. “Yes that’s perfect. REMOVE THEM!” he shouts to the two brutes beside me. “Be sure he gets the message will you.” He smiles bitterly at me.
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