“She’s pregnant,” he says quietly and I can’t help the shock gasp that sounds from me. “We don’t know who the father is,” he continues.
My heart can't take it today, first finding out that the child Leighton and I share, our beautiful girl, and she wasn’t his first. He has shared that love and excitement with another before and it hurt me so deep I didn’t know how I would cope. It wasn’t ‘til after he explained what happened that I got it, that I saw clearly. I would have been the same way as him, running away and hiding from the world. On top of this pain, he now has another to bear. His best friend, the guy he deems to be his brother, having to go through this agony of losing somebody he loves. He has no way of separating completely away from Debbie now, she holds his child and that is something I know Antonio will not back away from, he will love that child, bring it up and protect it till the day he dies.
“Sounds about right. The bitch is obviously a manipulative whore,” I say angrily. I feel so bad for Antonio right now; he is really falling for the girl.
“I mean, Abbi, it could be mine.”
“No, no, NO!” I shout the last no, my heart suddenly breaking. “It can’t be yours.” I am crying now, tears of hurt streaming my face. “How could you? You promised me you have never done that. You fucking told me.” I break down, falling to my knees from atop the desk. I bury my face in my hands, my entire body racked with shakes.
“Angel, I would never do that, please believe me. It happened when you came home; none of us used protection that night. It was a stupid fucking mistake. I should never have trusted her.” He clenches his fists together in anger.
I relax suddenly, all at once remembering that night. I don't know how I could have ever thought he had betrayed me.
“Leighton, listen to me. This is not your fault, none of it is. We all got caught in the heat of the moment. None of us could have expected this. What we can do now, is protect our family, protect Antonio and make him feel welcome and loved and we can move on. Forget about her,” I encourage him, lifting his dropped head to stare in his green eyes.
“I can’t just forget she is pregnant with Ant’s or my child. She’ll have to be a part of our lives until we can test that child for DNA.”
“And if it’s yours, what are you going to do?” I ask him.
“Then I do the right thing. I take that child away from its deranged, dangerous mother and bring it up myself and love it the way I love Melissa and Joe.” He looks guilty, even admitting he will love the baby.
“Then I would be honoured to be your wife. You are such a strong man, and I know you can pull through this, but we need to be there for Antonio now, he must be broken. He loves that girl,” I inform Leighton and I know it is what needs to happen. We both love Ant with our entire hearts and I will not let him fall because of this.
“I know. It’s just such a fucked up situation. I’ve got my friends, my goddamn brother and sister and Joe out there, and here I am drinking myself half to death instead of being strong for everyone, being a father the way I should be.” He rubs his hands over his face clearing the fog.
“Everyone has gone home, it’s just Brandon and Georgia and they have put Joseph to bed as he was still asleep on the sofa. I’m sure they have gone to bed now, as well. We will sort them out tomorrow, tonight Ant needs us and I can see in your eyes, Leighton, that you need him.” I lean forward and kiss his lips gently, stroking my fingers under his eyes to collect the tears.
“I know,” he simply answers.
“Okay, so, we’re going to get up, take ourselves to bed and wait for Ant to join us. Okay?” He nods his head and stands up out of his chair. He takes a swig of his scotch and then empties the remainder of his glass in the sink.
“Let’s go.” He takes my hand and pulls me from the office and towards the grand staircase that leads to our room. I can feel the heat he exhumes and I know tonight is going to be rough, really fucking rough, but I know he needs it and I know, a hundred per cent, Ant is going to need it too.
“Just know, Abbi, tonight, it’s going to be hard, but I know you can handle it, sweetheart. All you need to remember is your safe word.”
We stop by our daughter’s room and his son’s room on the way to ours. He kisses both of their heads, whispering his love to them. I can see he is already being soothed and relaxed by their presence.
I wish I had known of his past, been able to help him get past the hurt he is holding. I know, soon, he will be my Leighton again. Strong, resilient and proud of himself, but right now his despair and the memories that are replaying for him, are eating away at his soul and ruining the Leighton I know.
Leighton and I have taken a bath together, calming some of the built up tension he possesses. Now we are lying in bed and cuddling. After thirty minutes of lying quiet and motionless, the bedroom door opens and in walks Ant. He has already removed almost every stitch of his clothing. All that remains is a tight, snug pair of boxers, concealing his monster cock.
“Ant,” Leighton says, sitting himself up and standing from the bed, “I’m sorry.” He walks fast over to his best friend. They stand face-to-face, chest to chest, just staring intensely at one another.
“Fuck.” I hear the Italian accent mingle in the air as I watch their lips smash together.
I gulp down a massive lump in my throat, clenching my thighs together hard. I’m not going to survive tonight. I know that for sure.
They consume each other before my eyes, their tongues mingling with one another whilst their hands grasp and cling to any part of each other’s bodies as they can. Leighton’s fingers twist in Antonio’s hair, pulling at it desperately as he kisses him. Ant’s hands stroke their hard cocks together as they both lay hard against their abdomens. Somewhere along the way, one of them had managed to remove Ant’s boxers, giving me a beautiful view of their dicks rubbing against the others.
“Wow,” I say aloud as I watch them, wanting to touch myself in all the right places over it.
Leighton pushes his friend to the wall, his back slamming hard into the plaster. My fiancé holds him there, bracing his body with his impressive arms. Ant’s eyes close, his eyelashes resting against his cheeks as he tosses his head back to the wall, Leighton’s lips beginning to trail down the entire surface of his neck. He doesn’t stop with his torment, caressing Ant’s physique, licking and sucking at his collarbone, chest, biting roughly at his nipples. I can't help the moan that is pulled from my tight throat as Leighton drops to his knees in front of Ant, his hands scoring the eight pack of abs present on his stomach. I tremble at the look Leighton receives from Ant; the wicked gleam in his intense brown eyes makes my own body quiver with a powerful need. I watch in adoration as Leighton leans in, taking Ant in his mouth.
“Jesus,” I sound again, my body’s tension and heat escalating to a dangerous level. “Baby, take him deep,” I instruct Leighton, knowing I am pushing it. I’m awarded a dangerous glance from Ant, then as Leighton’s head turns around I see the pure malicious arousal there.
“Oh, Abbi, I know I didn’t need an excuse for tonight, but you’ve just given the both of us a perfect reason. Get off the bed and stand at the end,” Leighton instructs me, his heated stare driving me insane. I growl at them, the pure eroticism of the pair of them together is all I need to get off. I had done everything with the two of the. I couldn’t think of a thing we hadn’t done together, the three of us discovering my love and obsession with kink. Tonight, though, I know it’s going to be different, more intense, more fierce and more possessing.
I walk to the end of the bed, standing in the perfect position for them. I face them; my head bowed gracefully, my hands behind my back. My breasts are pointing towards them, perky and firm. My nipples are already peaking hard, the stifling air smothering every inch of my skin. “God, Leighton, where did you find her? She is just perfection. Look at her. Every inch of her body is one to be treasured, loved, possessed, marked and fucked severely, intensely
and brutally. You want that, Princess? You want me to fuck your tight little pussy?” Ant asks me, his face above mine. His warm, intoxicating body is in front of me, but his head a whole foot above my own. I refrain from flinching in pleasure, as Ant’s strong fingertips stroke my cheek, moving a lock of hair from my face. They move to my lips, grazing them, making them swell in preparation for him. “Utter beauty, Abigail. God, you are just so perfect,” he whispers to me, putting his muscular arms on the bed posts either side of me, moving into me further. His forceful body pushes me into the bed frame, the back of my knees touching it. My entire being shivers as his lips brush against my ear, his breath electrocuting my body with lust and arousal. “Turn around, Pet, bend over and hold the chains on the posts,” he orders me, licking my earlobe then biting hard onto it. I want to swear and plead for him to help remove this intense pressure inside of me, but I know it will be a long time before that happens.
I turn around as ordered; bending at the waist so my naked body is on show, my most private parts open and spread for the both of them. I grab a hold of the post’s chains. I open my legs a little, giving myself some semblance of balance. I struggle to pick which side to look, as Ant and Leighton take a wrist each and attach it to a leather cuff on the chain. “You were wrong before, Ant. You thought she was perfect then, that is nothing on this,” Leighton exclaims, his voice hoarse and deep, that beautiful British tone shining through. I jump forward as much as I can, as a firm hand collides with my exposed backside. “I love seeing my mark on her, seeing her flesh so pink and ripe from me,” Leighton states aloud, rubbing away the burning sting searing through my skin.
A larger hand connects with the other arse cheek, harder, firmer and fiercer. Others would see this as abuse, a deranged arrangement for sick-minded people, but to me this is passion, affection, possession, love and serenity. “I think, Leighton, I would like to try out that new cane you bought. Would that be okay?” I know Ant is in need of this tonight, a way to release the built up anguish and hurt inside, but I damned every fucker that ever lived for him choosing a cane. I have only experienced it once, and that one time was enough to last me a lifetime, and maybe after. The pain was like nothing I had ever felt before. It was so suffocating I felt sick. My skin burned, stung, felt raw and open to every sensation around. But I love these two men more than my own life, and if giving myself over to their pleasure, allowing Ant to experience that space in his head where he can dispose of his bad thoughts, then I am more than willing to have a few bleeding welts for that.
“Yes, now, please,” Leighton said, clearly excited to see me at somebody else’s mercy, at Ant’s mercy. Antonio’s sexy laugh makes me sigh in pleasure, needing to clench my thighs together to relieve the itch there.
I count in my head as the silent seconds pass me. Leighton does not talk to me, doesn’t acknowledge me the way he always does in a proper scene. The Dom, always so professional and aloof.
“God, this is a beautiful cane, Leighton. Money always buys the best of everything.” I hear Ant again, then the swooshes through the air as he tests the rattan. “Jesus, that’s gonna hurt like a bitch, lucky I’m so good at soothing the hurt after, hey kitten?” he asks me, and I just nod my answer.
I jump; biting my lip to stop the scream as a warm hand once again hits my already burning flesh. “I said, hey kitten?” Ant prompts me, his hand remaining on the warm spot he has created.
“Yes, Sir, you are the best at healing the hurt. Now please, just fucking hurt me,” I cry out, needing to get the pain out of the way so these two men could use my body for ways I love. Fucking me into oblivion.
“Topping from the bottom, as usual. Leighton, when is she going to learn?” they talk amongst themselves.
“Never,” Leighton replies, laughing.
“Oh well, she can still learn the lesson over and over again. Five strikes with the cane, Princess. You will count,” he informs me and I bear down hard to prepare myself for the oncoming excruciating pain.
I want to kill myself a millions times, as the cane collides with me. I scream loudly, unable to cope with the level of pain already. “ONE!” I scream violently.
“TWO!” I shout again as he hits me once more. “Please, stop, it hurts.” I plead and beg.
“I don't like that word. Stop, it doesn’t do much for me, does it for you, Leigh?” Ant torments me, swishing the cane behind me, the noise and flushes of air frightening me.
“Nope, not my thing either,” my fiancé replies.
“THREE!” I am sobbing now, tears streaming down my face painfully as the third burns me.
“FOUR! FIVE!” I repeat rapidly as they seem to join as one overpowering, intense, agonising bite to my blistered flesh. I sag in my bonds, my body becoming limp and weak.
I feel myself being removed from the restrained position and moved onto the comforts of my bed. I jolt as my bottom rubs against the sheets. “Shhh, it’s okay, baby. I'm going to get some cream for you,” Leighton tells me, kissing my wet face, the tears soaking my skin.
Leighton disappears from the room, the door closing behind him.
“Pet, you are all mine, now. You will do as I say, okay?” he asks me firmly. His deep chocolate eyes are drawing me in, his voice is mesmerising and his body is so fucking sexy I could die. The pain is instantly calmed as he brings his body close to mine, the heat soothing me.
“Yes Sir,” I tell him.
“You and Leighton are mine, all mine, I will never share you with anyone. Understand?” I can see he is hurting, that what Debbie has done has hurt him bad but he is trying his hardest to push through it.
“Ant, can I just say something real quickly before we get down and dirtier.?”
“Sure, go ahead Angel?” he prompts me to continue.
“How are you?” I push him to his back and straddle his lap. I place my palms on his chest and push to keep him from going anywhere. The burn in my backside is nothing compared to the look of heartbreak on Ant’s face, so I push through the agony to comfort a guy I love so deeply it bruises me.
“I’m fine,” he says sternly, an angry look on his face.
“Don’t bullshit me, Ant; I’ve known you too long for you to fib to me. Now the truth, tell me what you’re feeling, please.” I try to push him into being open with me, telling me how it has affected him.
“The truth? Fine, here’s the goddamn truth. I’m broken, I’m fucking hurt, and my heart is aching like a cunt. I have zilch trust in women now, I want to stab the fucking whore in the throat, I might be a dad and then again, I might not. I want to fuck the shit out of you to forget how fucked up my life has become. That enough for you, Abigail?” He turns his head sideways, closing his eyes tightly.
“Hey, Antonio, look at me, now.” He refuses, so I slide my hand under his cheek and force his face to mine. “Look at me, baby.” He flickers his eyes open, tears falling from them as he stares at me. “You have nothing to be ashamed of Ant, you are an incredible man, I love you more than I could possibly admit. You are going to be a fantastic father, it is the greatest gift God could give someone, and sure, she betrayed you, but she is blessing you with a child. I want you to fuck the shit out of me, not to forget what’s happened, but to embrace the future possibilities.” I lean down and press my lips to his full rosy ones. “I want you Ant, just you.” It is bad to want him on my own, to be able to give him the love the way he should be given, but it is true and there’s nothing I can do about it. Secretly, I think Leighton knows just how strong my feelings are for his best friend but I will never take it further than casual sex. It isn’t fair on either of us to do so.
“I need you, Abbi,” he tells me as his fingers find the back of my head and pull me flat to him. A single hand lay twisted in my hair as the other trails my spine down to my arse. His huge hand gropes my bare backside, squeezing, kneading me, sliding his fingers between the crack there. His fingertips graze the wet opening of my pussy, teasing me. His touch is so di
fferent to Leighton’s; it makes me feel different every single time. Every tiny, little, miniscule, feather touch, makes a volcano eruption inside of me.
“Please.” I beg him, feeling his hard cock firm between the lips of my sex. My juices are flooding from me, coating his length ready for penetration. “God this is so wrong, but feels too fucking good, Ant,” I tell him, still kissing him. My naked tits are brushing his chest, the tiny hairs on his, tickling them.
His arms wrap around the backs of my thighs, lifting me slightly. His cock bobs up, tall and proud. I bite my lip hard as he gently eases me down over his dick. “Oh fuck,” I cry out as he impales me. He is huge, far bigger than Leighton is. He stretches me painfully deliciously, hitting every spot inside that is begging for him.
“Abbi, sweet Jesus.” I rest my palms on his chest hard, pushing myself to sit up. I look down at him, my hair trailing over my shoulders, reaching his pecks. His hands reach up and cup my breasts, a hand on each squeezing and teasing my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through me.
I rock back and forth on him, and then begin to bounce up and down on him, my breathy moans loud and proud.
His hands leave my breasts, moving down to my waist. They find their way around my hips and grip there. “Move, really move on my dick baby.” He assists me, pushing me back and forth over him, driving him deep inside, before retreating.
“Ant, oh god, baby. Harder, fuck me harder.” I get my wish, because he flips us over, still buried inside of my pussy. I wrap my legs around his waist and lift myself off the bed a little.
He begins at a relentless, torturous pace as he pounds inside of me. I claw at his back, scratching my nails down his spine, before digging them into his arse. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon baby,” I tell him, lifting my pussy up and down to meet his every pound into me.
“Do it, for me, all for me. You are mine, Abigail.” His dominant voice sends me over, spiralling out of control. I can feel my cunt gripping his dick like a vice. I want him to finish in me, to fill me up with his cum.
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