I nod back at him, my back to his front as he continues to hold me close to him. His chest is scolding against my chilled and frightened skin.
“When is Maria bringing Mel back? I want to see her,” I ask my fiancé. I need to know she is okay and I want her beautiful face to make me smile.
“I can ask her to bring Melissa home now if you would like sweetheart. The boys have searched through the house and there isn’t a sign of someone being here. I’m calling the security back again and I’m not going anywhere, so we’re safe.” I relax into him at the notion of those six men living here again. They were wonderful and very protective of me. They haven’t seen Mel since she was a newborn so I am excited to see them with her; they are like six more uncles to protect her little self.
“Awww, they’ll love to see her. I remember when we brought her home; those guys were amazing with her.” I smile at our life five months ago, how perfect and content and safe we were.
“They were, but Angel, they’re not here to be our friends okay. You need their protection when I can’t be here. And the same rules will apply again, you are not to leave this house without those guys or me, you understand?” He is being serious; I can feel and hear the tension laced in his voice. I can’t imagine how angry and scared he must have been when he received that call from me earlier.
“I know Leighton, I know sweetheart. And I promise I will always obey you now, because I know what will happen if I don’t, and I don’t think my backside can handle any more of those punishments you have in mind.” My body thrums to life and tingles all over at the thought of my controlling, possessive, sexy dominant man. He is, without a doubt, amazing at what he does and I am all for getting down and dirty (and obedient) with him.
“You best do Pet,” he says in that voice, yes that deep, British, clipped tone. The one that lets me know he is becoming aroused. Not that the erection he is suddenly sporting hides how he is feeling.
I push my arse against it, grinding myself along the ridges of his cock. His hand moves from my stomach and trails down between my legs, gently teasing me over the material of my trousers.
“Have you been good Abbi? Did you obey my orders?” he questions me, his warm breath smothering my neck, allowing even the tiniest of hairs to rise on end in preparation of him.
“Yes Sir.” I answer simply, always remembering to use respect when talking to him now. There is no way, after seeing and feeling what happened my first time of forgetting, that I would do it again. What happened after, now that I am more than willing to do again, because as I think back to the amazing time I spent with Antonio that night, my pussy throbs and floods with wetness.
“Good girl. Now, we have two options. We can disappear and sort out that tingling in your tight pussy, or I can call and have our daughter brought home? What will it be sweetness?” It isn’t a hard choice, sure I want to hold my little girl, but the contracting in my cunt is far more needing at the moment.
“I need you Sir.” I continue to rub against him, seeking some kind of relief. His hand continues to torment me through the material of my bottoms, driving me higher and higher toward climax.
“As you always will Pet, meet me upstairs. I’ll be up in ten minutes, be ready for me.” This is what I need; I need Leighton in control, taking away the choices. It is easier that way, it keeps me calm, collected and in a way, in control of myself. My anxiety is non-existent when I let him take the reins.
“Yes Sir,” I reply again, turning and leaving the lounge. I am trying my hardest not to run, because I can tell you, that is exactly what I want to do. I want to jump for joy, my groin joining me in the exit dance.
“And Pet, do not touch yourself until I am there.” I turn to look at his face and his intense green eyes are already sizing me up like prey, and it does nothing but produce a deadly convulsion inside that I need sorting, now.
Leighton
I know she needs this, she has been through hell without me here and I want to heal her heart once again. I can’t possibly put myself in her position right now because I haven’t been here, I haven’t felt the utter panic and trauma she did when she found our little girl missing.
Abigail is a precious individual, a diamond in the rough, and she needs tender loving care. No matter how strong she tries to make herself out to be, she is still in need of love and strength. I will give her that until the day I die and even then, I will continue from the grave, to make her happy and whole.
I have been in the BDSM lifestyle for many years and I have seen how taking the control from someone can actually heal them, and it has with Abbi, it has made her relax and control her anxiety attacks.
I know she will be upstairs waiting perfectly still, exactly the way I have taught her, the way Ant has taught her. But, I need to make sure my brother is okay first and that Georgia is coming, also to know how my son is.
I already feel like I’ve betrayed him, leaving him without saying goodbye. He would have woken up to me gone. At his age, he couldn’t possibly understand I’m needed somewhere else. To him, I should be giving my undivided attention to him and I want to, I will. When he arrives here, he will be staying. He will get to know me properly, as I him. I will be the best dad he could possibly ever have, the dad I promised to be the day he was born.
I hear Brandon returning from his phone call within a few minutes. “All good?” I ask him, begging and hoping my jeans are hiding the erection Abbi has managed to give me.
“Yeah, she’s just packing a few things and then she’ll be leaving. Joe was a little upset to know you were gone, but Georgia told him he was coming to stay with you for a while and he seemed happy apparently. Does Abbi know about Josie and Joe?” my brother asks me curiously, fiddling with his fingers.
“No, I didn’t think I was going to see him again, I thought I had lost him forever. I didn’t want the horrible memories of Josie’s death to plague my new relationship, Abbi deserves more than for me to cling on to my past. She deserves my hundred per cent attention,” I explain.
“Leigh, just because you still love your late fiancée, does not mean you are going to take any attention away from Abbi. If anything, I think Abbi will understand completely, support you the way we should have.” He claps my shoulder to support me.
“Yeah, maybe, but I didn’t want to risk it. Well, fuck it now, she’s going to know when she meets Joseph, I’ll have to tell her who he is.”
“Yeah you will, Leigh. She deserves to know, you and Joe both deserve to live your lives in the open. Anyways, enough of the depression, what are we doing now?” Brandon asks me, and I really wish he had brought his wife with him so he would at least have someone to keep amused whilst I lavish my fiancée’s body.
“I’m going to go and make sure my woman is thoroughly serviced. You can do what you like. I’m sure Ant will be fine keeping you entertained,” I tell him before patting his shoulder and leaving the room.
“Hey, Leigh, thanks for forgiving me.” He looks sad and it breaks my heart that my father’s shit faced lies have done this to us.
“Nothing to forgive, Brandon, now enjoy yourself and keep outta trouble ‘kay? And could you ask Ant or Tom to get the security back for me?” I ask him once again, walking from the room.
“Sure, look after her Leigh; she seems like a good girl.”
I nod to him, before turning and leaving.
I take the stairs two at a time, to get to my girl as quick as I can. I can’t prepare myself for what I see when I arrive there.
“Angel,” I quietly say, as I walk to the side of the bed and stroke her soft hair as she kneels perfect atop the sheets. Her graceful and truly beautiful body is naked and bare, her stomach marring the lightest markings from our beautiful child, her body showing the slight recognition of the trauma she had suffered almost a year ago from Phillip. They are all reasons for my love to her. How strong and utterly brilliant she is shows through every scar and mark on her body. She is perfection
in its purest form and those marks are what make her, her. “You are truly breathtaking Abigail. Look at me Pet,” I command her and she lifts her head delicately and looks at me. Her blue eyes are intense, dark and aroused and I lose myself in the endless depth I find there.
“What do you need from me Pet? What do want me to do?” I probe; I need her guidance in this. She has been through something horrific in the last twenty-four hours and I don’t want to push too far.
“All of it, I need all of you, Sir,” she tells me and as I look in her eyes and see them glassing over, I have to stop this before it gets out of control.
“Sit down, sweetness.” She falls back on her heels and then wiggles her legs from underneath herself. I sit next to her on the bed, pulling her to my side and kissing her head. “Now tell me, what are you feeling right now?”
She shrugs her shoulders at me and I tap her on the nose. She knows better than to act nonchalantly with me.
“The truth, Pet,” I tell her again.
“I’m scared, Leighton, really fucking scared. Every time I close my eyes I hear her cries, I remember my screams when I saw her gone, I see Phillip here, hurting me again.” She begins to cry on my chest, her body shaking uncontrollably.
“Abigail, Phillip is dead, I can assure you he is sweetheart and Mel, she isn’t going anywhere, I will have her watched and you until the day I die if I have to. You will always be safe. I love you baby,” I assure her. I don’t know what I can do to make her feel any better. We are getting nowhere fast with her emotional welfare. I thought we had made her anxiety and distrust in this world dissipate, but I am clearly mistaken.
She nods to me, her head once again down and sad. “I just need to forget for a bit Sir, will you please help me?” She is begging me; it breaks my heart, tears me in two and leaves my soul cracked. I’m not whole unless she is; I’m not whole unless my Abigail is a complete person.
“Anything Angel, I’ll do and be anything you need.” I reassure her of my nearness, that I will do anything for her, to see her happy and whole again.
“Thank you,” she says sweetly.
“Now, Pet, I’m going to leave the room and when I come back in we shall start over. Remember the rules; remember who you are and that I love you.” I stroke her hair as I shimmy her off my lap and back onto the softness our mattress exhumes.
“Yes Sir.” She sounds slightly happier and it heals me a little.
“Good girl.” I walk from the bed and out of the door, rubbing my hands over my face a few times before taking a lungful of air to refuel my body.
I know what I am going to do to her; I will do the one thing I know she craves now; a thing I know wipes her demons away, well at least for a while anyway. She may have told me how sore her backside is and how she doesn’t want a repeat but I know it helps, I know that after she will be right as rain and the Abigail I left behind two days ago.
I undo the top button to my jeans to show the light sprinkle of hair I have there, I know it drives her wild to see me like this, for me to tease her and not let her touch me.
I re-enter the room not making a sound, not showing her any acknowledgment. I sit myself down on the chair next to the bed and bring my ankle up to rest on the opposite knee.
I study her naked body, watching as she inhales and exhales the air around us both. She is calm, cool and collected. I can tell she has already begun to switch off the outside world from this room. She needs this. I need this. We fucking need this to happen, and if it is the last thing I do, if I have to spank her arse until I have exorcised every demon from her soul and body, then I will.
She kneels in the centre of our huge bed, the sheets indenting were her knees press firmly down. Her hands are crossed gracefully behind her back ready and willing for me to take her. The fullness of her breasts lay firm against her chest, her nipples pebbled and hard. Her long blonde locks are flowing down from her head over her shoulder, covering the tops of her breasts. Her tummy is now flatter and smoother, moving slightly with her breaths, and then her legs spread evenly apart, giving me a slight glimpse of her already wetting pussy.
“Eyes,” I command her. She knows what it means, it is my order for her to look at me, and when her sparkling blue pools stare back at me, I know she is already on her way to subspace. Just having the control taken away and having me take away the pain for the smallest of moments helps. “Good girl. Now Pet, here is what is going to happen next. Lie on your stomach and stretch your arms above your head for me.” She nods to me, and then stretches her legs out and rolls onto her stomach. Her slender arms stretch above her head, reaching the headboard. “Good girl. Now, I’m going to restrain your arms and legs, sweetness.” I tell her my every step; she needs to know she can trust me. I need her to trust me; I crave it like I crave cocaine.
“Yes Sir,” she tells me, and the high-pitched tone to her voice makes me smile. She is becoming aroused at the mere thought of what can happen.
I collect two lengths of soft rope from the designated drawers and use them to attach her beautiful wrists to the wooden posts of our bed frame. I slip my fingers under each makeshift restraint to check there is still enough room for her blood to flow somewhat. “Feel okay?” I ask her, just for double clarification.
“Yes Sir, perfect.” This is Abbi, even though Phillip and his men had once restrained and assaulted her, she still craves the feeling of no control. Some would shy away, avoid their nightmares at all costs, but Abbi just faces them, uses them and turns them into the object of her fantasy.
“Good Pet, I’m glad. Now is it okay to blind you? I want you to blank everything out,” I ask her as I collect the silk blindfold from the same set of drawers. I already know she will say yes. I am the only person she trusts to be in the complete dark with. Her father has ruined her trust in the darkness the night brings, but I have earned her trust enough that she knows I will protect her from any evil, in the dark or otherwise. I will die for her.
“Yes,” she answers, this time no sir. I know she is feeling a little anxious and she has every reason to, but I want to diminish her fright and fears.
“Pet.” I warn her, she knows better than to forget the respect I have earned. She wants to be included in my lifestyle then she needs to do it properly. She’s fully trained now and knows where she stands with me.
“Yes, Sir.” She corrects herself, breathing a sigh of relief.
“Okay, that was the last warning Pet. No more mistakes, now I’m going to restrain your ankles okay.” I warn her again as I collect more length of soft rope.
“Yes Sir,” she replies again. I walk to the bed, grasp both ankles, caressing the skin there. I gently stroke her ankle and foot, before pulling at the both of them. Her arms are forced to straighten completely.
She hisses through her teeth, not in pain, but in pleasure. She is struggling to maintain her control.
“Pet, god you look so perfect and beautiful like this. Your skin is so soft and pale, ready for me to paint. You are a perfect canvas, ready for me to create magic upon, are you ready sweetness, are you in this with me, are you ready to lose yourself in the pleasure I can gift you, Angel?” I retrieve my flogger from its respective place and wind the long throngs around my hand, my other hand holding onto the leather-plaited handle.
“Yes Sir.” Her breaths are becoming short and sharp, her body tensing and relaxing repeatedly, as I take my sweet time walking back to her. I make every step as loud as I can on the cushioned carpet, trying to build as much suspense as I can feasibly manage.
When I arrive at her perfectly laid out body, her beautiful curved back and delectable backside, I trail the flogger tails from the soles of her feet, up her calves and thighs, between her naked arse, up her back and to her neck. The suede sends a delicious trail of goose bumps in its wake, allowing every little hair to rise on end.
“Feel that baby? Do you feel how you react to my touch, to my love?” I continue to twirl the tails around her
back, bottom and legs, teasing and tormenting her wanting skin. “Because I can feel it, I can see it. I possess you Angel, every damn inch of you. You are mine, Abigail, mine to love, mine to please, mine to protect and mine to whip.” At this point, I lift the whip and bring it down hard against her back. She tries her hardest to jolt from the bed at the attack, but the restraints don’t allow much leeway.
I lift again and smack it hard on another part of her back, painting beautiful red lines across it. “Beautiful,” I simply state as I marvel in her appearance.
I proceed to mark her back, thighs and arse, magnificent lines appearing all over. I drop the flogger after a full fifteen minutes of attacking her skin, using my fingers to gently rub her now burning flesh. “Sweetness, how are you feeling?” I ask her, no noise having been spilt from her throat. She has been silent the entire time. Not even the slightest, quietest moan leaving her.
“Good. Very good, but I need you Leighton, I truly need you, now.” She begs me once more, and I know she doesn’t need the rough love anymore; she needs me to truly possess her now.
“Okay baby.” I climb on the bed and sit across her marked back. I lean forward and kiss the top of her back, my fingers fumbling with the ropes holding her. As her hands release, she removes the blindfold and then brings them behind her to grasp onto my thighs, her fingers digging into my skin. She is trying her hardest to turn over, to face me, but the ties on her ankles are stopping her from moving. “Hold ya horses baby,” I tell her, as I swing one leg across so I can move down the bed.
“Somebody’s in a hurry, aren’t they sweetheart?” I quickly and expertly remove the rope from each ankle, tossing it across the room. Before I can say anything, she flips herself over, moving herself to her knees. Her face is level with mine as I also kneel at the foot of the enormous bed.
She stares at me intently and hungrily. She is ready to pounce. Her blue eyes are ablaze with arousal and they consume every inch of my being, drawing me in like a moth to a poxy flame.
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