Deliverance (The LockDown Series Book 1)

by Dobson, Shannon

  I walk back to the kitchen where three of the six are sitting eating there dinner.

  “I’m going to bed. Good night gentlemen. And if arsehole comes out tell him I said to fuck off.” I strop up the stairs, my anger seething from me.

  I run myself a deep bath, filled with bubbles and then lie in it and relax.

  I lock the door behind me so Leighton can’t enter unwanted and uninvited. The sweet aroma of the Rose bubble bath invade my nostrils and relax me at once. This is what I need. I need some time for me; some time to relax and not worry about the fact my soul mate is clearly not interested anymore.

  As I lay back in the deep bubbles, my thirty six week bump juts from beneath the water. If I hadn’t seen a scan I would believe it was twins, I am literally the size of woolly mammoth.

  At this moment in time I wish I could indulge in a nice bottle (or two) of wine, sipping from the steamed up glass in the bathtub, God that sounds like heaven.

  I’m even excited for the arrival of my baby. My world is just turning shittier by the minute and I don’t want to bring a baby into the mess that is around us at the moment. Leighton and I are already in danger, I don’t want my squishy being subjected to any of it. He or she deserves the world, moon, stars and universe, not being sheltered and mollycoddled because I am petrified of leaving their side.

  A bang on the door a while later disrupts me and my relaxation time.

  “FUCK OFF,” I shout back, still not ready to talk to him.

  “Let me in Abigail, please baby, I’m sorry.” Leighton’s pleading voice breaks my heart, a little sign of the real him.

  I climb from the tub completely naked, dripping bubbles and water on the floor. Opening the latch on the door I swing it open wide and stare into his deep green eyes, a mix of anger, arousal and sadness existent in them. I lean a hand on the door frame and slant my hip to the side.

  “Can I help you Leighton?” His eyes roam the length of my body; his teeth nibble his bottom lip violently.

  “You are mine,” he states as he pushes through the doorway forcing me back into the bathroom.

  He walks to me wrapping his arms around my legs and lifting me up to wrap my legs around his waist. “You are mine, only mine. Do you understand?” The possession in his tone causes wetness, I haven’t known for a month, to surge between my legs. Yes my body is dripping with soapy water but this wet, is a wet I long for daily. I pray to God for my man to return.

  He walks me to the unit where the sink is embedded and places me atop it.

  “Lean back. I need to see you.” And I did just that, God I did, without a second thought.

  I release my arms from around his taught neck and lean back on them, being careful not to slip.

  Leighton’s strong hands are placed between my thighs as he uses them to pry them apart, gazing down between them, as he steps in towards me and cuddles me. “So pretty and pink.” He trails his fingers from my neck, between my enlarged breasts, over my swollen belly and then finally to the heat begging for his attention. “So warm and wet.” He slips a long thick finger inside my wanton pussy, and then removes it, bringing it to his lips, sucking my juices from his finger. “So sweet and beautiful.” He slips the finger back inside me followed directly by a second. “SO. FUCKING. MINE!” He bites out as his fingers curl inside me.

  He leans forward, his fingers still buried deep inside of my tight channel. His lips hover above mine, mere millimeters from my own. “You are mine, this cunt here, it’s mine, these lips, they're mine, your sexy tits, all mine and that baby there in your stomach that is mine, too. You are mine Abigail, mine!” He growls violently at me as he hammers his thick fingers into my soaking core. “I own every single orgasm you have, every time you cum, it’ll be me that makes that happen. Do you want to cum Abigail, do you want me to make you cum?” His relentless onslaught makes me reach the height of my climax faster than I ever have before.

  “Do you?!” Leighton asks fiercely.

  “Yes, yes Leighton. Make me cum please,” I beg him, my body spasming trying to reach the peak that is so very close now.

  “Say it baby, say it.” He brings his thumb down to circle around my swollen clit, the wetness lubricating each and every glide over the sensitive nub. I am prepared for my first intimate time after the slashing to my crotch to be agonising, but the wetness that lubricates my pussy softens the pain. Only a dull, throb lay existent there now.

  “You own me Leighton, you own all of me. God baby, you own my soul, my heart, my entire being.” His fingers speed up, his clitoral assault becoming rougher and more targeted. “Now baby, please, just please let me cum.”

  His mouth crashes to mine, his tongue invading my mouth. I taste the scotch on his strong tongue, mingled with the mint of the toothpaste he always uses.

  His fingers rub against my g-spot inside. I suddenly self-combust, crashing to earth, like a fallen angel expelled from the heavens, a meteor shower dissipating around me. My orgasm hits me so brutally my arms give way behind me, my body moves backwards towards the glass of the mirror.

  I feel Leighton’s arm behind my back in an instant, stopping the dramatic crash that could have happened.

  He brings my body up to his, aligning us, my chest to his, my sopping mound moulding around his trouser clad erection.

  “Abigail, I could never stop loving you, you are my world Angel. I’m sorry I’ve neglected you, but don’t ever think I don’t want you.” His hand takes mine in his and moves it down over his dick. “This is proof of what you do to me. This is you, all you.”

  I begin to stroke his cock, from root to tip. Leighton clasps my ankles to bring each one up slowly and individually, laying tiny kisses along the path from my foot to my knee, and then wrapping them around his waist.

  Taking his cock I guide him into me, the head of him hitting my cervix.

  “Jesus, baby, so perfect and so tight. We fit together. You are all mine Abigail.” His hands find my curved hips, his fingers digging slightly into my flesh. He brings himself out of me and then pounds back in, knocking the breath from my lungs.

  “Leighton, God Leighton, fuck me, fuck me hard baby, own me.” He repeatedly slams into me, his face falls into my neck and his teeth gently graze my flesh.

  I scream out as my orgasm approaches. “I’m going to cum Leighton,” I tell him, his teeth turn into a bite, piercing the top layer of my skin, the pain sending a delicious jolt of pleasure through my body and into my aching cunt.

  “Give it to me Abbi; give me all of your pleasure.” I do, I scream his name so loud I swear the men downstairs may ready their glocks in preparation of finding me being murdered.

  “Leighton, ahhh, God Leighton. Baby, I’m coming. I love you, God so muuuuch.” My voice begins to break from the strain on my vocal cords.

  I feel Leighton’s dick swell, and then the dam burst, his semen spills so ferociously inside of me it causes a second climax to flow through me.

  Leighton rests his damp forehead to mine, his warm breath on my cheek.

  “My beautiful Abbi, I’m sorry for not paying you attention. I promise you’ll be my sole focus from now on, I love you baby. Do you forgive me?”

  “I do Leighton, but you need to talk to me. I can’t be dealing with this on my own. I need you with me. I love you too much,” I tell him wrapping my arms around him, kissing his lips softly and gently.

  “How about you finish that bath of yours, it’s going to get cold?” He nods to the huge tub, where the bubbles have started to disappear.

  “Join me?” I ask him, sliding from the counter top slowly and carefully to get my feet planted safely on the ground.

  “Of course darling.” He removes the remainder of his clothes and climbs into the bath, and then gestures for me to climb in.

  I sit down in front of him, and lean against his chest, my bump surfaces once again. He laces his hands through mine and lays them on my stomach together.

  “
So perfect,.” he states to me, and then relaxes back into the water.

  “Antonio is dating someone,” Leighton exclaims as he pulls the freshly baked muffins from the oven two days later. Things have gone back to how they should be, Leighton is paying me attention, holding me once again and making love to me whenever he can.

  “Really, since when?” I am surprised to say the least, our Antonio isn’t known as a stick around kind of guy, he is more a fuck ‘em and chuck ‘em kind of guy.

  “Since about a month ago.” He must have seen the shock on my face at Antonio keeping something so big from us. “I know I only found out yesterday, but I think it's serious babe.”

  “Good for him, he deserves to be happy. Other than you and Thomas he is the best guy I know.” I was ecstatic at his news, he has so much love to give, such a big heart, and will protect his family and friends to the end, even if it kills him in the process, which on occasion it nearly has. “What’s she like?”

  “Her name’s Debbie, he met her at the care home his grandfather is in. She is one of the carers there. All I know is she’s twenty eight and sexy as hell, his words not mine.” I am excited, I want to meet her; I need to talk to Antonio and kick his arse for not telling us about her sooner. He is like the big brother I never had but always wanted, but also the very sexy friend of my fiancé whom secretly I wish would stick his dick up Leighton's arse and fuck him good and hard. That naughty thought has fluid seeping through my panties and makes my nipples stiffen.

  “When can I meet her?” I cut to the chase. Other than Maria, I have no other girlfriends. I have acquaintances I’d met through Leighton but nothing as close as Maria and I are. She is my sister in every sense of the word other than blood. I want to expand our group, for both of us to have other girls to hang with.

  “I actually invited them both round tonight, Antonio is rather excited for you to meet her, and he wants your approval of her over anyone else. Don’t ask me why because you have terrible taste in people. They’ll be here in about,” he looks to his Rolex to check the time, “fifteen minutes” He winks at me as he said this.

  “I have the best taste in men; look at you, there isn’t another man on this planet who is as sexy, honest, kind and selfless as you are.” I snuggle into his back from behind as he removes the freshly baked muffins from the baking tray and lays them on the cooling rack he has set up. It is nice to see my man in a frilly women’s apron, with mixture spread on his nose from trying to lick the bowl clean.

  He turns to me when he has finished placing the last one down and then gestures to the apron. “Really? Me sexy, in this?” He laughs at himself and then laughs at me for being so generous.

  “I happen to think, that you look positively sexy in this, especially as I can see your butt cheeks in it.” I reach around him and grasp his naked behind, then I slip one of my hands in-between us, manoeuvring it underneath the apron as I grasp onto his hardening cock. “And I can stroke you like this so easily. The naked chef look is a good one for you.” I wink and then continue to stroke his steely length under the material.

  I gently lower myself onto the floor, my knees falling onto the hard tiles, but I don’t care, the biting pain doesn’t stop me. I reach behind him when I am lowered safely, untying the bow behind his back that holds the material closed.

  “Remove the apron Leighton,” I command him in a seductive tone.

  It takes him a mere three seconds to have the garment tossed across the kitchen, landing in a heap on the floor.

  “Hmm, now that, that is very sexy,” I say, taking his penis in my hand once again, stroking from root to tip. I lower my mouth onto him, taking as much of the length as I can before gagging, which is a lot more than when I first done this. Pulling him out slowly, I gently scrape my teeth up the length, and then flick my tongue along the head as I reach it. “And he tastes so good too. I think it might be even better than those muffins over there.”

  “Oh God baby,” Leighton puffs out as I lower myself down onto him once again. “That’s it, suck my dick. Take it deep Angel.”

  I push down onto him, relaxing and taking all but one inch into my throat. His hands reach into my long strands of hair, winding them around his fist. He begins to pull in and out at his own leisurely pace, pumping himself into my mouth.

  “I’m going to fuck this sweet mouth Abigail.” He rams himself in as far as my throat will allow him, and then retreats, then again he pumps forward in a violent force, hitting my tonsils in the process. “God, you feel so good, like velvet heaven.”

  I love the way I was in charge of this little rendezvous to begin with but within seconds he has taken over, he is now in charge and raping my mouth with utter precision. His dominance is seeping from within his blood stream, the pure aroma of testosterone pungent in the air surrounding me.

  His utter control, and lack of gentleness, causes the strip of lace between my thighs to drown in my feminine liquids.

  “Take it like the little slut you are baby, deep in your throat, and when I cum I want you to take it all, swallow every last drop. Understand me Abbi?” I nod my answer around him, his dick lodged deep within me.

  “Good girl. Now suck me hard.” He begins to fuck my mouth with a franticness I have never seen before.

  I circle my hand around his girth, sliding up and down the satiny length. When I reach his head I gently circle around the circumference, sending him into a frantic convulsion.

  I bring my mouth down atop him, just to half way, sucking him hard and fast, still stroking his hard dick violently.

  “Gonna, cum, soon,” he puffs out in short sharp breaths.

  I move one of my hands to clasp onto his delicious butt cheek, kneading the softness. I move my index finger closer and closer to the hairless crack of his bottom. Sliding between the cheeks, I find his smooth puckered hole. I gently massage the opening, slipping my finger in little by little.

  “Shit.” He jolts forward at the sensation as my finger pushes in completely.

  “You like that baby, you like my finger in your tight arse?” I ask him, again imagining Antonio there, pounding into him as I suck on his hard dick.

  “God yes, too much. More, please?” he asks through gritted teeth, his arousal evident. His hands clasp firmer into my hair, pulling slightly.

  I bring my middle finger towards his hole, and penetrate the tight barrier to join the first. “Abbi, God baby that feels so good. You’re gonna make me cum.” I pump my fingers in faster, still sucking and stroking his dick with my free hand.

  “You want a dick in your arse baby, fucking you while I suck on your big cock?” I ask him looking up into his dark green pools, almost black with arousal now.

  “Fuck yes, baby, I want that, I want that so bad.” He pumps faster into my mouth, clearly imagining it.

  I feel his arse clench around my fingers, and his dick beginning to swell.

  “Argghhh.” He cries out as I feel the powerful squirt hit the back of my throat, the salty semen slides down as I struggle to swallow the huge load.

  Licking my lips to clean the remnants of his orgasm, I hear a voice clearing behind me.

  I’m rather thankful for my clothes I have on, when I look to see Antonio and a rather beautiful woman standing in the doorway staring at us like we’re free porn.

  “Antonio, get your eyes away from my junk,” Leighton tells him, throwing one of my muffins at him.

  “You know you love me looking at it Leigh, you do like a bit of man, and mate, I’m a hundred percent man.” He tenses his biceps, making my eyes roll into their sockets. He catches the muffin thrown to him. “Is this Abbi’s muffin? I wouldn’t mind a nibble actually.” He bites into the cake with a sexy gleam in his eye. Leighton’s hearty laugh roars through the kitchen.

  “Antonio you stop that naughtiness now.” The stunning brown haired and sparkling blue eyed women commands him playfully, slapping his arm and taking the muffin from him. She takes her own bit
e and then makes a moan of appreciation. “Damn, Abbi you do have a good muffin.” I immediately like her, her outright sexual rawness evident for anyone to see.

  She walks across to me, blatantly ignoring Leighton’s junk just hanging proudly like a horse in a field. She reaches up and kisses my cheek tenderly. “Hi I’m Debbie, you must be the famous Abigail Ant doesn’t shut up about.”

  “That’d be me. Nice to meet you Debbie.” I kiss her back, and then place my hands on my stomach lovingly.

  “God I remember that feeling, amazing isn’t it?” she asks me, referring to my enormous bump.

  “You’re a mother?” I ask her, slightly surprised by the amazing figure she is sporting. Other than her curvy hips and overly large bust nothing screams ‘been pregnant’ to me. Her body is dressed in a low cut blouse and skinny fit black trousers, encasing the sexiest pair of legs I have ever seen. I can’t take my eyes off of her, her tits are practically spilling from within the material encompassing them.

  “Yes, I have three children,” she says proudly back to me, the smile on her face speaking a thousand truths of her feelings towards her offspring.

  “Wow you look utterly breathtaking. I just hope I can get my figure back. I look like a hippo at the moment.”

  “Shut up Abigail, you look sexy.” Antonio’s complement makes me feel warm.

  “Eyes off my woman Antonio. One thing to look at my dick, another to eye fuck my woman, especially when you have a fine ass one standing right there.” I see Leighton take an appreciative glance at Debbie, taking in her delicious form.

  “Eyes off Antonio’s girl Leighton, especially when your fine ass one is standing here,” I say jokingly, gesturing to my mammoth pregnant form.

  “Hey, I can appreciate a good looking woman can’t I?” he says innocently, hiding the fact he would clearly fuck her in a heartbeat.

  “Of course you can, just not when I can clearly see you doing so. Now Debbie, how would you like to come and sit down and leave these brutes to talk? All of this male testosterone and ego is far too much for me today.” I gesture for her to follow me.