“Ahhh, please, oh god. Fuck, I need to cum, Sir,” I tell him, pleading for him to let me, just this once. Once and I’ll be okay, I will be able to hold it off for the rest of this torturous night.
“No, not yet, sweetheart.” I hear the flogger drop to the floor, the gentle thud causing my body to vibrate with need. I want anything he can give me right now, a touch, a spank, a kiss, a fuck, just anything to sate the overbearing pressure.
I hear the lid opening on the ice cream beside me. I want to giggle with glee, like a child, the excitement and heat within me striking tenfold, gagging for the cold bite of the cream.
I feel a sensation sting my body as a blob lands on my breasts, leaking down to my stomach.
Leighton
I had been down, putting my daughter to bed I was once again reminded of the secret things I had lost in my life, how I missed those things with everything I had. I love Abigail with my entire heart and soul, but there are still things in this world that are there, holding on to parts of me that just won't let go. I watched as Melissa’s eyes fluttered closed, telling her how she would always be loved, that I would never leave her like I had done to someone I loved before.
I had felt Abigail’s eyes on me, listening to what I had said. It pissed me off that she had seen me weak, she doesn’t know about Joseph, and if I had my way, she never would. There is no need, I wasn’t his father anymore, I couldn’t be. He doesn’t know me, doesn’t know what I’ve done and the reason he isn’t here with me. He would hate me, just as much as I hate myself for letting anything happen to him.
I thought I would be in the downer mood all night, missing and craving to see him, but as I watch Abigail’s burning flesh melt the ice-cream, the little droplets spilling around her tummy and breasts, all thought of Joe are swept under the rug once again.
I bend my head, breathing her in, teasing and tormenting her sensitive skin. I can see her struggling against the bonds holding her; she is trying to move towards my hot lips.
I lower a little further and appease her. She has been a goddamn good girl today, so perfect and sexy, I can't wait to bury myself balls deep inside of her. I feel an unwanted throb in my dick that I need to get rid of ASAP or I might just bloody explode.
My tongue darts out and collects a large trail of the frozen dessert, lapping up the cookie dough and swallowing it down. Her body is vibrating under my touch, her skin coming up in goose bumps as I lather and feast on her delectable body. “God, you taste so good like this, Angel.” Calling her that name hurts so much, calling her something that once belonged to somebody else, but at the same time, it feels so right, so perfect for her. She truly is my angel, everything I love and need in this world.
I lick away every drop of ice cream trickling down her stomach, before munching on the cluster of solid cream below her breasts, where it had slipped after previously being atop them.
“Ahhh, Leighton, you do that so well, baby,” she tells me and I smile up at her, her eyes blindfolded from my every glance. I can feel the muscles in my face contracting as the beam spreads across my face, but then I feel the pain in my lip as my teeth bite down a little too hard. My arousal is escalating just looking at her perfection, her restrained body quickly becoming sticky with ice cream. The erection jutting out from my body is nearing on painful, every ounce of blood I possess currently settles there.
“Abigail, do you even realise how sexy you are, how every time I look at you, I want to consume every ounce there is of you? When I touch you my heart pumps faster and my dick aches.” I spoon another scoop of ice cream from the pot and place it on her left breast, using the spoon to circle it around her nipple, coating every inch of her tits with the sweetness.
“Ahhh, cold.” She tries to jump from the bed to relieve the cold burn I know is there, fuck she had made me experience it just last year.
“Answer me, Pet,” I command her.
“Yes I do, when I'm with you, Leighton, I feel sexy, I feel like I'm on top of the world, and nothing could possibly bring me back down.” So she is very clearly laying it on a little thick, she wouldn’t feel that way if she knew of my previous life, before her.
“Really, not exaggerating there at all, babe?” I ask her, knowing there is no way in hell I can make someone feel like that, that is all her. She has gotten herself there by herself, where she is and in the mind-set she is in.
“No Sir, not at all. You make me feel treasured, loved and safe. You make me feel so fucking sexy. It’s all you, and I fucking love you so much for it.” I crawl up her body, my naked one sliding along the sticky cream, coating my abs and making my black tattoos a weird creamy colour. I slide the mask up her face, revealing her beautiful blue eyes, now glazy and sparkling as they struggle to adapt to the light in the room. The lamp is glowing in the corner, a beautiful amber ambience on the walls, causing a shadow of our bodies against the wall.
“Hi,” I say, brushing away her hair from her eyes. I don't want to be her Dom here, I want to be her boyfriend, her fiancé.
“Hi yourself, handsome,” she says as she tries to lift her arms to stroke my face, but the leather cuffs still hold her in place.
“Tut, tut, Abigail, forgotten who’s in control have we?” I wink at her playing around. I don't want her restrained, I never did it was just for a little fun.
“You’re always in control, baby. You own my heart and soul, controlling its every beat and its every draw of breath. I am nothing without you, you control my entire being.”
“Want some crackers with that cheese babe?” I tap her nose before leaning in and taking her mouth in a deep, cock-strangling kiss.
“Someone’s a little excited, I think, baby,” she informs me, as I release her mouth, her eyes trying hard to look down my body to the iron hard length lying against her stomach between us.
“There’s always something between us isn’t there.” I joke with her, sighing. I am feeling so happy right now, my earlier sadness gone, but never forgotten.
“There definitely is, but I think I like this interruption. My pussy is hungry for him, could she have a little taste?” She pouts her lips as she grinds her cunt against my dick the best she can.
“I think it can be arranged, Angel,” I say, sitting astride her stomach whilst I reach to undo the cuffs holding her wrists. I want to feel her nails scratching my back as I fuck her with so much passion she will set alight. As my muscular frame leans over her, I feel a spine sizzling pleasure as her mouth wraps around my cock head, her neck straining upwards to take it.
“Oh, fuck, Jesus that’s good,” I hiss through my teeth, trying to concentrate on releasing her, but her hot mouth is very hard to work with.
“You like that, baby?” she asks me, circling her tongue around and under my helmet.
“Aha, very much, let me take the cuffs off, Abbi, I want your hands on me, everywhere baby.” She stops sucking for all of ten seconds, giving me limited time to get the cuffs off her wrists. They are unlocked and dropped to dangle by the chains.
As soon as her hands are free they are wrapped around my arse pulling my dick straight back in her mouth. “Holy Fuck!” I cry out as she takes me to the back of her throat, swallowing me regardless of the intense gagging she is suffering.
“I love you, Angel. You are seriously too good at this.” I think she might just kill me if she doesn’t stop or finish it off soon. I refuse to let her get me off in her mouth; I need to be deep inside in her when that happens.
I feel myself nearing the peak, so I pull away from her mouth. There is a fuck load of resistance on her side; she pouts her lips, her hands trying to pull me back to her, even her voice telling me she wants more. “Sorry, baby. I need to be inside of you now.” I move down her body, kissing every delicious inch in my path, licking and sucking her pert nipples, lapping at the curves of her breasts and hips. I reach her shaven pussy and dive in. My tongue drags along her clit, between her smooth folds. I really want her to get he
r clit hood pierced and her sexy nipples. It will look so fucking hot with a pair of nipple clamps around those bars and a sexy ring resting on her clit for me to play with. Every time I lick there, the ring will press further on her bud, sending jolts through her.
“Baby, I want you to get your clit and nipples pierced. Would you do that for me?” I see her bite her lip, from the pleasure my tongue is bringing her and the erotic thoughts I hope she is having.
“Ab-so-fucking-lutley, I’ve been hoping to get it done for ages, just never thought you’d like it.” Her eyes open wider, her lips quivering as I blow directly on her erect clit.
“Hmm, tomorrow then, Angel, we are getting you pierced, I need you like it ASAP. When I put some nice clamps on those nipples of yours, you’ll be screaming in ecstasy.”
“I can't wait, Leighton. Now please, I need you inside of me, it has been a month since you fucked me, and a horrendously long one at that.” Fuck, it really has been a dragging month, we have both fucked other people today, but there is seriously nothing better on this earth, than her pussy. It is warm, smooth, silky and tight, fitting my cock like a glove. It’s like she is personally made for me, moulded for ultimate pleasure.
I wiggle my way to the bottom of the bed, quickly releasing her ankles. I lift each foot one at a time, kissing them and rubbing her ankles to allow the blood to flow properly. As I crawl back up her body, I take her legs with me, gliding my hands up to her thighs. I hook them over my hips, my cock nudging at her entrance.
I bring my body to hers, our chests to each other, my eyes locked on hers. I am not going to fuck my girlfriend, no; I am going to make love to her, possess and take over her body and connect her to me finally, after so long.
I swipe all of the hair from her face, giving me the entire surface to gaze upon. She is utterly beautiful, inside and out, even in her darkest moments, I can't stop loving her. She is every breath I take, every beat my heart makes and everything I live for. If she were to disappear from me, I would lose my entire self.
“I love you, Abigail, baby you make me whole. We are one, Angel,” I tell her as I slowly sink into her, her pussy already greedily grabbing at my cock, squeezing and contracting around it. I repeatedly slide in and out of her, a slow measured pace to savour her, my body feeling every inch of her, her breasts brushing my chest, her nipples grazing my skin. Her toned body curves into mine, her pelvis connecting with mine as my dick finds home inside of her.
“I love you too, Leighton, forever and always babe. Oh, fuck, this is so good. More, Leighton, love me baby.” I flip us over, her body on top of me.
“Ride me baby; take your pleasure from me.” She places her hands on my shoulders, pushing down as she begins to grind down on me, her slit rubbing against the top of my cock. Her inner walls draw her orgasm closer to the edge, I can feel it in every stranglehold her pussy performs on me.
She leans back on her hands, her tits pushing outwards. I sit myself up bringing my arms around her back to draw her close to me. I bring my lips to her nipple, sucking on it as she bounces up and down on my dick. “That’s it, Angel, fuck my cock hard and fast. God I love your body.” I release her nipple and use my hands to follow the contours of her body, my fingertips grazing her curved waist and outstanding hips.
One of my hands reaches down and cups her arse, squeezing and kneading it gently. The other hand travels the length of her spine and into her hair, clasping it and bringing her lips to mine. I rock inside of her as she rides me, her cunt wet and warm.
“Leighton, baby, I’m gonna cum. Do it with me,” she begs me and then cries for me. I can feel her muscle clenching around me as she nears her climax. The death grip she has on me has my cum boiling in my balls and erupting into her pussy.
“Fuck, I'm coming Abbi. Angel, cum for me now.” I lift her slightly, pumping myself into her fast and hard, my cum spurting inside of her and trickling down my dick and onto my thighs. “Argghhh, Abbi, fuck, shit.” I clench my eyes closed as the grip I have on her hair tightens a little. This is the hardest I have ever cum, my whole body physically aching at the intensity and power of my climax.
“Leighton, I'm coming. I love you baby, fuck I love you so much.” I feel her cum inside of her, her pussy pulsing as she floods our thighs with her orgasm, her juices mixed with my spunk in a delicious cocktail.
She collapses on me, her head in the crook of my neck as she regains her breath.
“That good huh?”
Abigail
It has been exactly two months and three days since I returned from rehab. My life is perfect, as it was before Antonio got shot. My little girl is now five months old, giggling, trying to crawl and is sitting up by herself. We have started feeding her a little bit of semi-solid food as well, which is hysterical to watch as she spits out the things she doesn’t like.
“Look at the mess she’s made Abbi.” Maria says to me as she rubs the bump that is starting to protrude from her mid-section. She had found out three weeks ago that she and the twins are expecting. I am overjoyed, ecstatic at her news. She has been such a good auntie to my daughter. “I can’t believe how fat I already am. Grr, I’ve still got four months to go. I’m going to need a fucking hoist to get me outta bed soon.” She slouches back into the dining room chair, stropping.
“Get over it Maria; I was a hippo by now as well.” I throw a tea towel at her, getting pissed off with her constant moaning.
“Fuck off, you weren’t, you didn’t even find out for another month yet, and then you were pretty much flat ‘til the last two months. Try carrying these two, I’m going to be a fucking mammoth by the time they decide to disfigure my vagina.”
I burst out laughing at her, her hormones have been sky high this last week, turning her into a fucking psycho, continuously moaning, grumbling, stressing and ripping the boys’ heads off. She is blaming them for her ‘will be’ saggy, ugly fanny.
“I still can’t believe you’re having two, god they’re going to be so fricking cute. And two boys, they are gonna be little trouble makers, like there daddies.”
“Greaaatttt. Two more bloody men to join the household.”
“Maria, shut the fuck up with the whinging and enjoy being a mother.” I scowl at her as I spoon a mouthful of sloppy shepherd’s pie into Melissa’s mouth.
“Yes, I know, sorry. I’m just so bloody tired. Trying to sleep next to the two of them with no room is so bad. I just need a good sleep then I’ll be back to being excited again. I’m over the moon seriously hun, I’ve wanted this ever since you had Mel.” That’s better, back to the Maria I knew two weeks ago, the one who was jumping up and down with glee when she saw those two lines. I don’t know how she couldn’t tell she was pregnant before then; I had seen the bump a mile off. I hadn’t seen her in nearly two months, having been in rehab and then spending time making my family whole again, I hadn’t had time for her.
She had walked in to lunch three weeks ago and the first thing I said was ‘you pregnant Maria?’ She had laughed and scoffed. Then her face had changed as she thought about it. Turns out she had been throwing up repeatedly, hadn’t had a period in weeks, but the dozy cow didn’t once think she was pregnant, bloody numpty.
“You’re more than welcome to stay here for the night, get a good sleep in. Leighton’s away for the weekend anyway, so it’d be nice to have company.” I am actually pretty freaked out about him being gone. I know there aren’t any threats anymore, Phillip is gone, his men have backed off. We are safe, but I just know I’d need someone here to support me and keep me sane.
“Oh, where’s he going?” she asks me nervously.
“He’s going to meet with his brother and sister, there have been some family problems and he’s gone to sort it out. He hasn’t seen them in seven years, so I thought it best if I stayed here, I want him to try and sort their issues out so he has a family.” I shrug sadly, it is heartbreaking that he has siblings out there and he doesn’t even talk to them, what I�
�d give to have family, real blood. The surrogate family we have created between us all is amazing, I can’t fault it, but to have someone who has the same blood as you out there, wanting to know you, well that just cracks my little heart in two.
“Yeah, it’s sad they don’t talk. I wonder why?” I shrug again, that is something he hasn’t divulged to me and I don’t pry. It isn’t my place, I have no clue what his past brings him in regards to pain and I don’t want to drag bad memories up if they are settled and buried. Every time I have brought up the past, trying to slyly get him to talk to me about it, he clams up, becomes depressive and down. For his own wellbeing, and mine because I hate seeing him in such a way, I just leave the past where it belongs, behind us.
“Anyways, baby girl, I’d love to stay, watch a movie and get take out, sounds awesome to me.” I high five her, excited to spend some girly time on our own.
“Sorted, I think I have some pyjamas from when I was pregnant as well. I’ll go check.” Everyone needs a pair of PJ’s when having girly time. It is against the law to watch trashy movies and eat junk food in your normal clothes; you have to be comfy and chilled.
I rifle through my endless supply of clothes in the closet. I know, I have pretty much my own department store in here for my maternity wear. Leighton had gone crazy and brought me tons of stuff for my birthday.
I push some clothes along the rail to get to the back, having seen some bigger clothes there. “Aha!” I cheer as I find them; a cute bunny pyjama set hanging up.
I get myself changed into some chilling clothes whilst I am upstairs, relishing in the soft cotton now covering my skin. The ability to move more freely, without a pair of bloody jeans digging in every time I sit down, is awesome. I dump my dirty clothes into the laundry basket and walk through the bedroom.
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