Dauntless (The LockDown Series Book 2)

by Dobson, Shannon

  “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.”

  “I know, Ant. I know he needs to know, but please just give me tonight and then I’ll tell him myself. I’ll tell him I need him, I miss him so goddamn much.” I punch at the bed around me frustrated at the weakness I feel inside me.

  “Come here, sweetheart. Please, you need to stay calm. It’s going to be fine, you will be back with us again soon. I can promise you that. You are so fucking strong Abigail. I admire you for everything you’ve pulled yourself through, your childhood, the streets and Phillip. You’ve done it more than once before, so you can certainly do it again. Do you know why? Because you have that beautiful little baby who loves and needs her mamma, and you have Leighton, the man isn’t whole without you and he won't be ‘til you return and get your sexy arse down the aisle.” He nudges my chin with his fist, gently, the brotherly gesture making me feel a little bit more wanted.

  “Thanks. Look after him please, he’s going to need you when he finds out how bad I’ve gotten.”

  “No, Abbi, he’s going to need you, you’re going to need each other. But I’ll be here for both of you, to keep you together as one. I love you baby girl, I’ll see you tomorrow, okay, hopefully with Leighton.”

  “Night, thanks for everything. Love you babe.” He exits the room, closing the door behind him. The two girls are at my side again in an instant. They take a side of the mattress each, by my feet.

  “Right, I need the truth from both of you. What the hell happened tonight?” They look to one another, debating how much to give away.

  They spend the next fifteen minutes telling me how I had danced with a guy and left with him somewhere, they couldn’t find me anywhere. They found me a while later in the ladies toilets screaming on the floor, my hands cut up, and my body shaking uncontrollably. Both of them had steams of tears on their faces as they recapped the horrific events they had witnessed.

  “Oh, shit, this is such a fucking mess.” I run my hands through my hair as I try to keep myself calm. The last thing I need or want is to become hysterical and in need of tranquilising. I breathe in and out deeply, slowing the pounding of my heart. I am crying with Debbie and Maria, but just at the normal heartache I feel. How these girls are still here with me, is amazing. They are truly the best friends a girl could ask for. I know with the support group and family I have, I can get through this and out the other end a better person from my experience.

  By the time I fall asleep in the early morning, I feel slightly happier. The girls had stayed with me another hour telling me about how they still had a good night.

  I rest my head back after taking the painkillers the nurse gives me. The tablets slowly take the continual throb away from my hand but do nothing for my fractured heart.

  I dream of heaven, not the white fluffy cloudlike heaven we all know, but my own heaven. I am at home with my husband, Leighton, my beautiful girl sitting at the table doing her colouring, whilst I feed my newborn son. It is incredible and everything I want. I am going to do this even if it kills me. I vow from this moment, as of tomorrow I am a recovering Abbi, an addict in progress of redemption. I just hope God has enough forgiveness in him to absolve me of all my sins one last time.

  Leighton

  I can hear every tiny, little moan escaping through his lips as I swallow down his whole cock. Jesus, he tastes so damn good. He keeps repeating in that husky, American voice of his ‘Take me deep, Leighton, suck my dick. Swallow me, all of me.” My balls are ready to burst at the seams.

  I clench a fist around his erection, tightly, the same fierceness I know I would like. His foreskin glides smoothly up and down with my fluid movements, the head of his dick glistening with pre-cum. I swipe my tongue across the tip of him, relishing in the exquisite masculine taste.

  “Leighton, arghh, fuck.” His hands curl in my short hair, ramming deep into my throat. If I hadn’t trained my gag reflex, I would have probably thrown up. I can feel his head gliding against my tonsils as his onslaught becomes aggressive. I can tell whipping Delilah has gotten to him, that it has been far too long since he has played. He is unable to control the arousal that dominance has given him.

  I give him what he needs; feasting on his dick like it is the last morsel of food on earth. I let one of my hands slide to his naked backside, the muscle tensing as he thrusts forcefully forward. My finger finds his hole quickly, pushing through the tight ring angrily. I know he wants it like this, he needs it this way.

  “Oh, shit, Leighton, fuck my arse.” I pump the single digit into him rapidly, his prostate skating against my fingertip. His body is writhing beneath my caress, his cock pulsating on my tongue, his breath assaulting the top of my head as his face stares down at me. I curl my finger inside his anus, stroking and massaging his gland, his cum shoots into my mouth in an instant, flooding my tongue and taste buds.

  He releases his grip on me. The girl in my lap is now fully on earth, her responsive face and eyes informing me she is okay and ready to stand.

  “Pet, up you get,” I command her. She stands from her perch on my knee with perfect grace. Her naked breasts brush my arm as she then drops to her knees by my feet once again. She is just too perfect. I want Abbi like this every day.

  Her gaze falls between her parted thighs, her hands placed delicately but professionally atop them. “My perfect, Pet, you may stand, Delilah,” I tell her lifting her chin to smile at her. “You are free to go, but behave yourself, sweetheart. You know I’ll know if you don't,” I warn her before she thanks Scott and I and leaves us.

  I stand to my full height, a little taller than Scott. “You,” I get close to him, my chest touching his, his eyes focussing intently on mine. “Mine, now,” I grit between my teeth, my arousal is at its most dangerous level and I need to ram my dick into his arse soon or else I might just fucking perish.

  I collect my bag that I brought with me, my cane already placed inside, thanks to Scott. His own flogger and bullwhip also stowed away, ready to go.

  “Fuck, yes,” he says before he barges past me and practically power walks the length of the club to the exit.

  I catch up to his extremely fast pace, grabbing his shoulder to turn him around as we enter the alley beside ‘The Den’. I push him forcefully into the wall, my lips smashing against his instantaneously. I rape his mouth with my tongue, my teeth crashing against his own as our passion takes over and drives us into a male on male mouth fuck at the side of the club. “Jesus, Scott, I need you.” I say between kisses as I allow my lips to trail the length of his neck, his masculine scent causing a throb between my legs to multiply.

  “Leighton, take me now.” He begs me, the passion and determination in his voice causes me to bring my hand down between our bodies and stroke at my pulsing erect dick. I want to fuck him right here and now, take his arse so hard that he sees stars.

  I find my hand, with a mind of its own, unzipping my trousers and pulling them just below my arse, my cock jutting free and smacking at Scott’s groin. I work quickly at removing his own bottoms, slipping them down to his ankles, my body going with them. My face is eye to eye with his dick, the wet head beckoning for my mouth to take a nice deep plunge. I obey my body’s command and suck him within the confinements. His body jolts in pleasure, trying to bury itself further within.

  Scott has had his turn taking control of my body, fucking me. It is now my turn. I stand back to my six foot three height, my hands gliding around Scott’s throat as I attack his mouth again. My breaths are short and sharp, my heart rate spiking, my blood leaving every vein and artery within my body and centering in one massive fucking pole that is hard enough to break a brick wall.

  I release Scott’s lips, biting at his lower one hard as I push him down to his knees on the hard, uneven su
rface of the alleyway. “Suck my dick, Scott,” I say in my controlling, dominant voice, no leeway, no room for disobedience or refusal. He is going to take me in his mouth even if I have to open his jaw and fuck it myself.

  He doesn’t think twice about my command. He wraps his strong, rough hand around my dick and strokes me fast and hard, the movement sending delicious sensitive tremors throughout my hot, horny body. His mouth descends onto me. As I watch, his lips part and his tongue darts out, I can't resist grabbing his head and thrusting myself within the waiting space. He chokes on me the first time my length hits the back of his throat, unprepared for me. “Oh fuck, that’s too good. I'm going to fuck this mouth, Scott, and then I'm going to fuck your arse.” He looks up at me through his hazel eyes, his head bobbing up and down saying yes to me.

  His grip tightens and his mouth seals around me as he sucks me with such ferocity I am soon going to explode. I need to save that for fucking him, I need to be inside him when he pushes me over the edge.

  “Ahh, god yes.” My fingers are roaming his perfectly styled hair, pulling at the strands as I plough into his mouth.

  I am just about to reach my climax when I abruptly pull out of his wet wanting mouth. “Enough, stand.” I help lift him up from the hard ground, his body once again in line with mine. His dick rubs against mine vigorously. The friction of his heated skin touching me has me moaning in his ear. I bite his lobe as I whisper, “I'm going to fuck you now, Scott, and I’m going to fuck you hard. I am not going to use lube. I want to feel you around me. Turn around.”

  I grab both his arms and fling him around so his sculpted back is to my front, hidden beneath the cotton t-shirt clinging to his defined and contoured body. How Abbi ever turned down his advances is beyond me. The guy is pure and utter sin, his hair always so perfect, his eyes twinkling with primal raw lust, his body hard as stone and toned as fuck, and his dick? Well let’s just say I’ve never complained about that factor.

  I push him to the wall again, his body parallel to the brickwork, his arse slightly bent towards me. His erection is obviously making it hard for him to go completely flat; he is trying to accommodate the beast. I press myself close to him, my body moulded to his, chest to back, my dick pressed between the crack of his arse, slipping across the tight hole, teasing and tormenting him. It is a fucking agonising torture for me, not to slip inside him, but I want to relish in this, make him pay a little for his attack on me inside the club. He knows who is in charge when it comes to us; I am always top, always. The only person on this planet, who has ever had any control over me, is Abigail. That girl controls my heart, every single beat of it. Every thump that has the blood flowing through my veins is for her.

  I can feel his arse cheeks clenching around my dick, trying to pull me further inside or trying to stop me entering, which one I have no idea. “Relax for me, Scott. You know it will hurt if you don't, and mate, I’ll be in this arse regardless if you’re ready or not. It’s up to you how this goes.” His body immediately calms, his legs parting slightly for me, his hands come up and brace the wall seeking a source of balance. The cold air around me is biting at my bare skin, the hairs on my thighs are on end and my body is beginning to shake and shiver, irrespective of the heat flooding through my body and core right now.

  He bends his entire body at the waist, his cock and balls clearly visible through the V of his legs. The lights illuminating the alley are bright and give me full vision of him. The fact that any fucker can walk out of the club and see us doesn’t mean anything to me. I don't give a shit. All I care for is releasing the ache inside my nuts.

  I grasp my dick in one hand, holding the impressive length upright. I use my other hand to spread him open, ready for my brutal penetration.

  I place the head of my cock against his hole and begin to push forward a little. Once the head is in, I pull out a little, stretching and teasing his anus. In and out, I go a little more each time, until my full length is inside of him, every inch of the eight there are, rammed inside his arse. His muscles grip at me, choking me like a goddamn vice.

  God, it feels so good. I’m not going to last more than a few strokes before I fill him with my hot cum. I grip his right hip with my hand, whilst my other hand holds his shoulder. I use the leverage and grip to ruin him, violently fucking him. I pump myself in and out of him at a hurried psychotic pace. I am a man on a mission, and that mission is blowing my load inside something. I am reaching my peak quicker and quicker, every stroke inside of him driving me higher up the cliff.

  “Leighton, fuck me harder, fuck me, god damn it you fucking pussy.” Is he for real, a pussy? Me? Fuck this shit, the little prick.

  I slam his arse full, his entire body thrown forward and his head merely missing the brickwork. I manage longer than I thought I would, but after ten minutes of the continuous gripping around me, I am going to detonate.

  “I'm going to cum, Scott,” I warn him, preparing him for a butt load of spunk.

  “Put it in my fucking ass, Leighton, cum in my arse.” He is begging me, and who am I to refuse such a polite offering?

  “Argghhh, fuck, so tight, Scott, take my cum.” I slam once more and hold myself inside him, as my dick pulses and throbs, my spunk spurting inside of him, his own arse tensing, holding me inside of him until I am empty and softening.

  “Shit,” he says as he leans his head on the wall and regains some sense of self. I tuck my dick back in to its place, concealing it behind the zipper of my trousers.

  I arrive back home at half three in the morning. The lights of the driveway are off, my house in darkness. Melissa must be in bed and Antonio has obviously passed out somewhere. He is an awesome uncle to my baby girl; he cares for her so goddamn much it is actually rather beautiful to see.

  I open the door, dragging my tired body across the threshold. This evening has taken it out of me completely, physically and emotionally. I just want to see my bubba, and then fall asleep, hopefully until lunchtime.

  I switch the lights on as I approach the blackened lounge. No sign of him anywhere, fuck it, bedtime.

  I walk the huge staircase, normally it’s beautiful, but now I hate it as my feet and entire body ache with the strenuous walk up towards my room, popping my head into Melissa’s room before reaching mine.

  Her room is in total darkness, not even the gentle lights of her mobile casting glows on the walls. I walk into the room and look into her cot.

  My heart drops into my fucking stomach as I see it empty and her blanket missing. My baby, oh god, my baby. Abigail trusted me with her, to keep her safe. Oh shit, I feel ill. I want to be sick.

  I run both wings of my huge home, pissed at myself for picking somewhere so big to live. I need to find her, the aching pain inside my chest isn’t going to subside until I do.

  Where in the hell is Antonio, as well?

  I get to the kitchen and pick the landline up, my mobile having been smashed to pieces earlier, after seeing Kalina’s pictures. I dial Antonio’s phone, telling it to hurry as every ring sounds.

  “Hi, it’s Ant. I'm not available at the moment. Please leave your message after the tone.” “You fucking prick, answer the fucking phone,” I scream at the handset.

  “FUCK!” I shout. The twins next, they will be with Maria. She would know where Ant is.

  “Yo, Leigh, what’s up man? How’s Abbi?”

  “Hey you seen... wait what? What’s happened to Abigail?” The heartache I am feeling after finding my baby gone, well now it has just fucking multiplied into an atomic explosion.

  “Oh fuck, sorry man. She’s in hospital. Something happened when she was out tonight. You best find out from her, I’m not a hundred percent on the details.” Luke’s sympathetic voice does nothing to calm me. I am feeling fucking furious, I need to be there. If she is hurt or in trouble, it is my job to help her, my job to fix her again. I am her fucking fiancé for fuck sake.

  Shit, I am her fiancé, there is no way she is going any
where and that ring is going back on her finger, fucking quickly.

  God, I feel so shitty right now. I had left her and treated her like utter crap when she needed me the most.

  “Luke, where’s Melissa?” I am still unsure to her location and it is worrying me.

  “Antonio has her, he is at the hospital with Debbie and Maria. Go get your woman man, this is your chance to fix this. Be there for her, she fucking needs you.” I know he is right, god I know it. I love Abigail so much, for all her faults and flaws and I know deep down, she would never have gone to see Phillip if she wasn’t desperate.

  “I know man. I love her so much. Cheers for telling me, I’ll speak soon.” I hang up the phone, collecting my keys from the side again and running through the front door to my car parked in the driveway. I force my key into the ignition, taking the handbreak off and spinning out of the driveway, my tyres burning rubber on exit.

  I'm coming baby.

  Abigail

  I wake up, my eyes sore and my hands even worse. The light in the corner by my bed is set low, leaving a warm ambient glow across the white walls. I turn my head left and right, trying to alleviate the ache in my neck.

  I jump out of my fragile skin, when I see someone sitting next to me, someone I haven’t seen in three days, someone I love so fucking much it hurts more than any physical pain I am suffering at the moment.

  My Leighton.

  He is asleep in the chair, his beautiful long lashes lying delicately against his cheeks, his head is dropped forward, towards his chest, the muscle there contracting and relaxing as each breath he inhales pushes the firmness forward. His lips are slightly parted, drawing oxygen through and into his lungs.