Final LockDown (26 page)

I use the flogger again, harder this time, bringing the tips down firm and painfully against her. Her thighs and backside redden, presenting beautiful stripes. “You’re earning your stripes good tonight, baby. Think you can handle more?” I ask her, stroking my large hand over the soreness.

“Yes, Sir. Give me everything you have, hurt me, fuck me and love me.” She screams, pushing herself back onto me.

“SCOTT!” I shout again, hearing his feet skid to a halt at the door again.

“Seriously Leigh, you have to stop this here or I’m going to wind up fucking your wife.” I laugh at his enthusiasm and the tongue hanging from his mouth. “Look at these beautiful marks. May I?” he asks me, walking towards Abigail. There is no trepidation in her eyes or in her body.

“Certainly. Abigail, Scott will do as he pleases and you will take it,” I warn her, spanking once more, hard and fiercely to her right cheek.

“Please, anything. Just, please.” She gasps as Scott gently caresses her bottom, running his fingertips ever so lightly across each mark. Back and forth, he tenderly swipes with his fingers, making Abigail shiver and shake.

Scott repeats the same as me, grasping her neck and lifting her back against him. He towers over her, his perfect body pressed to hers. His erection prods at her bare backside and she groans loudly. “I’ve wanted to delve inside this tight pussy forever, baby. I'm going to fuck you with my fingers until you’re screaming and then I'm going to cane your ass until you’re coming in Leighton's mouth.” It is a risky move, having my mouth attached to her pulsing pussy as he brings a piece of rattan to her cheeks, but Scott is the most precise Dominant I have ever seen, his skills legendary and expert.

“Get it.” I moan myself, rubbing my own solid length, standing tall and proud. Abigail rids me of my jeans before, my body now naked and wet with perspiration.

Scott runs off, his feet quick against the marble floors as I approach my wife again. “Is this okay, Angel?” I ask her, needing her answer. I know she won’t mind, she has been fucked by more than just me, for me, but this is Scott, a man who was happy if we broke up.

“Yes, please, I want him and I want you, Leighton. I'm your slut. You say what goes and I obey, Sir.” I chuckle menacingly in her ear, stroking her gently. I run my fingers from her lips, down her arms to her hands. I interlock my fingers with hers, pushing her arms out further, pushing my cock into her wet lips. “Gosh, I want to slip inside of you right now, baby, I want to fuck you hard and long until you’re dripping everywhere.” Her head pushes back onto my shoulder, her bright blue eyes staring intently into mine. She nibbles furiously at her bottom lip, rawness present with the indentation.

“Sir, I want you licking my pussy, fucking me with your tongue whilst Scott marks me. I want that, I want to feel you and Scott on me.” She begs me, her eyes hooded and pleading.

“Oh, baby, how can I refuse you when you’re asking so fucking beautifully? However, I must warn you, Scott is a rough bastard with his punishment, he’s sadistic.” I pre-warn her, knowing how Scott loves to hurt someone. 

“But Sir, with your tongue on me, I’ll forget everything else around me. It’ll be just me and you.” She moans as I slap her lightly on her redness, pushing my erection through her folds and into her. I place my hands on her hips and pull her back, filling her to the brim with my cock. She rides me, grinding her arse on me, thrashing as I pump inside of her.

“Ready?” Scott asks from behind me. “Or I could just watch this.” I turn and look to him, his eyebrows raised, his teeth nibbling his lip and his hand stroking his hardness through his trousers. “I’m ready to bust the seams of my pants, Abbi. You look so damn beautiful like that,” Scott tells her, walking to her.

He lifts her body upright against me, my hands instantly reaching up to caress her breasts through the cotton of my shirt. He wedges himself in front, leaning against the island. He gently places his hands on the collar of her shirt, pulling her close to him. His lips press to her neck, on top of her carotid artery. Her body trembles in his grasp.

His lips reach her ear and I feel the tightening in her snug sheath as he whispers to her. “Do you want the cane, baby, or do you want me to drop to my knees and feast on this beautiful pussy?” His hand reaches down and strokes at her wetness, his fingertips gliding over my cock as I slide inside of her. “Huh? What is it to be, Abigail? Because, I for one would love to taste you.” He bites her lobe before talking even quieter. “And Leighton.” He winks at me and I smile, feeling my dick harden further with his words.

The American charm is effective, even to me, there is no way Abigail isn’t putty in his hands. “Do it,” she instructs him, placing her hands onto his shoulders, pushing him to his knees.

“With fucking pleasure, darlin’.” I look over her shoulder, groaning as he slowly unbuttons her shirt to above her belly button, tying it into a knot so he can reach her easier. Her smooth stomach comes into view, the faint stretch marks still present and driving me crazy. I love her, every tiny thing about her. I love her body, I love her mind, I love how much she loves our children and I love, above all else, her fucking pussy.

“Ahhh Scott.” Abigail tenses around me, her pussy shrouding me like a velvet tunnel. I look between her slightly, parted thighs and watch as Scott slowly drags his tongue through her slickness, circling her clit before nibbling on it. “Fuck, ahhh, more, I need more.” She begs him, her hands reaching down to grab his hair. I grab them quickly, once again restraining them so she can't move.

Now, this is torture for her. Not being able to grab onto him and ride his tongue is going to be monumentally hard. I feel his fingers ease in her pussy, beside my cock. The scraping of his fingers as he slides in, adjusting to the tightness, has my balls nearly busting. “Scott,” I groan out myself, my head tilting back to stare at the bright lights above.

“She is so tight, Leighton. Do you think she’d handle both of us in her?” Scott asks, lapping at her clit as his fingers gently move around inside, stroking her g-spot.

“Baby, do you think you could handle Scott sliding his hard cock in next to mine?” I ask my wife and her answering groan tells me all I need to know. I know it will hurt her, being stretched so far, but in the end, she will love it.

“We’re going to need lube, Scott,” I inform him, still slowly moving back and forth inside of my wife’s hot cunt.

“On it.” He stands, running from the room once again. Within seconds, he is back, removing his trousers and coating Abbi’s already wet pussy in more slickness.

“Condom, Scott.” I look at him, reminding him who is in charge here. He nods, smiling as he removes the condom from his pocket and tears the packet open. I admire his length as he slowly rolls the rubber down it, stroking it a few times before coming to stand in front of Abbi.

He hops up onto the counter, barely hip height. “Up here, baby,” he instructs Abbi and I help her climb up, mounting his lap. “Now, slide that pussy down on my cock.” He holds the base of his erection, making it stand to attention.

“Yes, Sir.” She moans, pressing her hands to his chest as she slips down onto him, smothering him in the most intense heat.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Scott cries out, placing his hands on her hips. “Let me just enjoy this for one moment,” he asks me, slowly lifting Abbi up and down on top of him, her tight cunt surrounding him.

“Enough, I need in,” I say, pushing Abbi to lie down parallel on Scott. “This is going to be tight, Angel. Relax and allow me inside,” I ask her, slowly teasing her entrance with my own erection. Bit by bit I push inside, her gasps and whines informing me of the pain.

“Always, I’ll always let you in, Leighton. More, fuck me baby.” Okay, so the whines clearly aren’t for pain, my little temptress is a naughty girl.

“Oh Angel, you don't have to ask again.” I hold her still as I enter her in one desperate thrust. The tightness is almost unbearable, suffocating me, but as she tenses and Scott begins moving in and out of her, the friction is heady and incredible. “This isn’t gonna take long, Angel. Your pussy is too hot and tight.” I hold onto her shoulder with one hand, holding one of her breasts with the other as I slide in and out of her, Scott’s cock rubbing against mine.

Ten minutes I last, ten minutes of heaven until my balls sizzle, my spine tingles and a hot fluid rushes through me. “Gonna cum,” I shout out as the semen erupts from within me, spurting inside of her tight channel.

“Fuck, coming,” Scott cries, holding her still as he releases inside of her, well inside of the rubber.

We all relax, our bodies motionless as we regain our breaths.

“Can I see that again?” I hear a voice behind me. Looking around I smile wide, my body suddenly alive again. Not in the way you would expect, no my cock remains flaccid, but my mind is suddenly at ease.

“Marcus,” I say, pulling from inside of Abbi. I clean myself off, pull my trousers back on and walk to him.

Abbi and Scott remain speechless, staring at one another before laughing.

He is the most intense, but perfect looking man I have ever seen, apart from my own husband. With tanned skin, brown hair and impossibly bright blue eyes he is breath-taking. His muscles ripple under his tight t-shirt, every inch hard and toned. He is slightly older than my Leighton is, I can tell he harbours years of regret and hurt, his eyes hollow yet expression-ridden.

So, this is the man that has dragged my Leighton from the depths of his despair and put him back together again. This is the man Leighton had submitted to, allowed himself to be controlled by to rid him of his demons. This beautiful, intimidating man is the reason I have Leighton back with me, stronger than he has ever been. I know that when Leighton finds out what is going on he is going to need Marcus more than anyone in the world, he will need this man to ground him and keep him sane and safe.

I walk over to my husband and Marcus, rearranging myself in Leighton’s shirt. My shorts are back in place, concealing my pussy. There really isn’t any reason to cover up now, Marcus has just witnessed me being fucked by two men, in my kitchen, for anyone to see.

“Marc, this is my beautiful wife, Abigail.” Leighton introduces us, pulling me forward a little to see him. I take him in, close enough to see the fine lines marring his face from years of hardship, but his eyes, those beautiful eyes are like nothing I have ever seen before. They are deep, soul deep with pain and anguish, covered up and masked by a smile and an exquisite body.

I smile at him, tilting my head to the side. I study him, waiting for the sparkle in his eyes and when it comes, I leap at him, throwing my arms around him. “Thank you for giving me back my life, Marcus. I will never be able to repay you for what you have done for Leighton and me,” I whisper in his ear, kissing his cheek. His strong arms eventually wrap around my back as he chuckles.

“It was a pleasure, Abigail. I'm glad he is behaving himself,” he answers, slowing pulling away from me. He pats my head, stroking my hair a little. “Why am I here?” He turns to face Leighton this time.

“God knows, Abigail has something to tell us all. I just, well I just needed you here,” Leighton shyly answers, looking ashamed.

“Hey man, don't be ashamed of yourself for needing help. It’s better than letting it manifest isn’t it? Hey Scott, how ya doing?” Marcus asks over my shoulder as Scott approaches the side of me.

“I'm good… Better.” he replies, zipping his trousers back up. “Good job with boss man here, you’ve done awesome.”

“Yeah, he’s definitely different, happier. I can tell you two have sorted things out.” Marcus winks at him and Scott answers with an intensely sexy laugh. Why, why oh why am I having those feelings from when I first met him. His voice and his body is driving me insane again. I can still remember the flood of arousal I had received from the first glance at him, all those months ago.

To anybody else, I am probably considered a slut, having sex with a man that isn’t my husband, while my husband sits and watches or joins in, but I love it. I love the feeling it brings me, the feeling of somebody focusing solely on me, cherishing and worshipping my body and delivering the most intense pleasure somebody could experience. At the end of the day, when all is said and done (very well), I sleep next to my husband, loving him and him me.

“Yeah, we’re good. I'm going to the sitting room, see you in a minute, Leigh,” Scott speaks, slapping Leighton on the back. He walks from the room, eyes focused on both of us, his eyes hungry and his lips moist from his licking tongue.

“Fuck, that man’s gonna kill me,” Leighton groans.

“Better than you killing him, huh?” Marcus answers with serious eyes but a smile upon his lips.

“Yeah, much better,” my husband replies.

“So, tell me Abigail, is my man looking after you?” Marcus asks me, leaning against the side unit.

“Yes, he is. He’s a changed man thanks to you. I don't know how much longer I could have lasted without him. It was becoming increasingly difficult to last each day not knowing if he was alive and safe. Thank you for bringing him back to me.” I lean into Leighton as his arms wrap around me tightly.

“Right, let’s hear what you’ve got to say little lady.” Marcus claps his hands together over enthusiastically, turning to walk away from the kitchen, where loud noises are already coming from my lounge. Luke and Brad have returned, Scott, Nate, Ant and Thomas laughing and acting childish.