Total LockDown (LockDown #2) (14 page)

The guy is
clearly in love with her. It should hurt a lot, but it doesn’t. I had known
from the first time I’d seen the way he looks at her, his eyes hungry, his
pulse point hammering in his neck, his skin covered in sweat. Even the tiniest
hitch in his breath as he watches her is obvious.

I have grown to
love Antonio, he is quickly becoming everything to me, and I can see in his
eyes, when he looks at me, that he loves me too. It might not be as strong and
intense as his love for Abigail, but I know that one day, when he realises he
isn’t in anyway going to have that love returned, he will give up on this
stupid silly fantasy of having her heart. He will love me as much, if not more,
than he does her.

This had all
just been an assignment to begin with, a very simple assignment. Get in, get
one of Leighton’s men to fall for me, and then kill them. ‘Hit the fucker where
it hurts’ Phillip had said to me when he laid that gun in my palm and the
endless amounts of cash into my bank. The decision of who that man was, was
made simple when Antonio walked into the care home in which I work the odd
weekend, to relieve the boredom I easily face working with the stupid cunt who
had assigned me to wipe Leighton out.

The man made it
even easier on me, by having Antonio shot, I didn’t have to load, cock or fire
the gun. He had taken care of it all. All I had to do was leave at the
designated time, steer him in the line of fire and let them take him out, how
the stupid fuck had missed his heart or head I have no idea, I could see him in
a fucking bush just ten yards away.

As I had stood
and watched Antonio bleeding to near death in the driveway of Leighton’s
mansion, the odd heartbreak that had taken over me was very peculiar. I wasn’t
expecting to feel that way. I didn’t have emotion, I was a cold heartless
bitch, my only objective in life was killing, so when my heart started to crack
a little watching his perfect body becoming paler and paler I panicked. I
wasn’t expecting to feel that way, sure, I had started to like him by that
point, his body was enough to draw me in, but I thought I would have been able
to dismiss his death easily, carry on like I did after every
job
.

It was always my
job, being the prettier out of the two female employees, to captivate the men,
steal their hearts and then eventually their lives. Phillip liked to play dirty,
and I was just a simple pawn in his deranged games. He had given Kalina ample
opportunity to dispose of Leighton, and then Scott, but the stupid little whore
was useless, no fight or spunk inside her, whatsoever. She was more interested
in having her arse beat by the pair of them than to actually see the job
through.

There is something
about the way Antonio is, that makes it near impossible to kill him, to plunge
the blade into his neck as he sleeps or pop a round into his head. Believe me,
I have tried, when his gentle snores filled the room, but as every time I racked
the slide on my glock ready to kill him, my heart had squeezed in my chest so
tight, constricting my airways so badly I couldn't do it.

Only now do I
realise why I can't do it, why Antonio is different, I love the stupid giant
something fierce and would actually die for him.

I sit beside
Leighton on the sofa, his hands stroking roughly at my throbbing clit, his
tongue exploring my mouth. My hands are greedily gripping his cock, stroking up
and down as I take advantage of the permission to do so. His foreskin glides
effortlessly with my hand, revealing that all too tempting head. Sure this is
fucked up beyond anything I have ever known, sitting here about to have
Leighton’s cock driven into me whilst my boyfriend and Leighton’s girlfriend go
at it like nymphos across the room.

I can already
hear their moans and screams of ecstasy, the slapping of their bare wet flesh
as she bounces up and down on his cock. Their scent of arousal is overpowering
in the air, causing my own to surge angrily between my thighs, silently
pleading for Leighton to slip himself there sometime soon.

“God, you’re so
fucking wet and hot.” Leighton whispers to me, his tongue now lathing my neck,
his teeth nipping and sucking at my flesh. My every nerve is on end at his
caress, his warm breath spreading across my skin. His words drive me into a sex-fuelled
frenzy, causing me to mount his lap as if he was a horse.

I can tell
Antonio and Abbi are close; their cries now changing into higher pitched wails,
their orgasms almost erupting.

“Fuck, Abbi,
Baby, I'm coming, Argghhh.” I hear Antonio scream from his position on the
opposite couch. I twist my body at the waist to look at the pair of thrashing
bodies. I want to watch the both as they climax.

Antonio’s
powerful frame tenses as he spills inside of her, Abbi’s own cries following as
she releases around him. Their breaths mingle as they kiss away their orgasm,
their mouths mating as their tongues lick at one another, dancing in unison as
they relax into one another’s bodies.

Call me fucked
up, but at this point I am about ready to combust. I grab Leighton’s cock in my
hand and lift my naked body atop of him, sliding down his length until he is
fully inside of me.

“Oh fuck, Leighton,
you feel so good, so hard.” I grind my pussy down on him, feeling his intruding
dick inside of me.

“Hmm, you feel
like heaven, so wet and so fucking tight.” He brings his lips to my neck again
and violently bites at the sensitive skin there. The pain is causing my body to
jolt on him, driving his cock deeper inside of me. “You are the sexiest fucking
bitch I ever fucked, you dirty little sub. I'm going to teach this tight little
cunt how it should be fucked.” He lifted my hips a little, giving a couple of
inches space between our connecting bodies, before slamming me down as he
forcefully brings his hips up to meet me. The penetration is cruel, aggressive
and so fucking hot I don't think I will possibly get enough of him.

Fuck it, if
Antonio is allowed to fuck Abigail whenever he wants to now, I am going to fuck
Leighton, because Jesus Christ, the man knows what to do to drive me over a
precipice I didn’t even know I had.

Don't get me
wrong, Ant is a good lay, one of the best I’ve had, but he is too passionate
and loving with his fucking, too soft for me. I want a man to possess me,
control everything I do, fuck me until I can't walk, talk or function. Leighton
is the animal I seek, a predator ready to assassinate and rip his prey apart.

He spears harshly
inside my begging pussy, repeatedly, the juices flowing steadily and hungrily
from me, his dick lubricated and gliding within me. Every inward thrust teases
and torments my cunt, every withdrawal has my pussy squeezing tight around him,
trying its hardest to prevent him from going. The feeling of fullness and
perfection inside me isn’t something I want to let go of anytime soon.

“You do not cum
until I say so, pet. You hold it in for me until I give you the word to
release. You know what I will do to you if you disobey me, sweetheart, and I
know that pretty little arse of yours has recollections of the time you
disobeyed a Dom.” He squeezes my arse harshly, his fingernails biting my flesh
as he continues to slam into me, his balls slapping my skin.

“Yes, Sir, oh
fuck. Yes fuck me harder, sir, please make me fucking raw.” I beg him,
relishing in the roughness and friction his onslaught brings. I think to his
words of my previous punishment. The first time I had been a brat to Ant,
refused his commands and done the complete opposite. I can still remember,
still feel the burning blistered skin that had coated my backside, the paddle
having hit so many times, my skin was left bruised. I was unable to walk for a
week let alone sit down. I was up for impact play, but that had been too far.

It is becoming
harder and harder to hold in my release, to stop it from spilling over and
taking me with it. Leighton is so fucking sexy, the ink that covers his chest,
arms and sides is downright lickable, so that’s exactly what I do, well after
gaining permission that is.

As I ride his
hard cock, the moans rumbling in my throat, I lap at every inch of his tattoos.
Flicking my tongue over his erect nipples and teasing them. “God, Deb, you are
so fucking hot. I want to cum in your tight little cunt, make you feel all of
me.” His deep voice cuts through me, squeezing at my womb, eventually
penetrating the walls of my pussy so much I have to tense down on his dick to
stop myself from coming. He is pure Godliness, fucking perfect. Cut and ripped
to shit, his muscles never ending, his eyes so intense and captivating I could
possibly drown in them and then there are those lips, those perfect plump lips
that I imagine roaming and satisfying my every need.

“I can feel you,
Angel, feel you gripping trying your hardest not to cum. Its hard isn’t it,
hard to stop yourself as my dick rams you full, making you scream.” He is
fucking sadistic that is something I know a hundred percent. I feel sorry for
Abigail when she’s finally trained, to have to put up with this kind of torture
for any length of time is going to be unbearable on her.

“Please, just
fucking let me cum, Sir. I’ll do anything, please fucking give it to me, I'm
begging you.” He smirks at me, his sexy mouth lifting maliciously. He stands up
with my legs wrapped around his waist and turns us, his arse to the thoroughly
fucked couple opposite. Fuck both of them right now, I couldn’t give a shit, I
just need to cum and preferably as soon as possible.

He drops us back
to the sofa, my back hitting the soft material as his dick slams hard into me.
His giant frame restrains me; there is no leeway in my movements. His hands
find my wrists and with his one grip, he holds both arms above my head. His
other hand teases the length of my body, following and trailing every curve and
divot available, his fingertips gently exploring my body.

“Such soft,
creamy skin.” He pinches my nipple hard sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through
my body, my hips struggling to lift into him, to seek some sort of relief.

“Ut-Ah, Debbie,
you know better than to try and relieve that burning pressure. You will control
it because I have told you to, do not try and sneak in and retrieve an orgasm
before I say so.” His eyes bore into me, staring intently into my blue ones.
The sparkle I find there, the power the dominance gives him, is just beautiful.
He is incredible, all of him, but mainly that firm hand he possesses, drives me
higher than I have ever been.

This is why I
let Antonio start to take over, to begin dominating me, to feel this incredible
feeling in the pit of my stomach as I am controlled and allow myself to submit
to someone. There is nothing in this world that can bring a girl down from that
kind of high.

“Sorry, Sir, use
my body as you wish, fuck me hard.” I lick my lips and then bite viciously on
the bottom one, trying to refrain from screaming my lungs off.

“Thank you, Pet.
That is what I intend to do, exactly that.” He pushes harder on my wrists,
cutting the blood supply off slightly, causing them to tingle deliciously. He
brings the wandering hand to my throat, taking a nice grip around the
circumference. His rough fingers bite a little as he squeezes the perfect
amount to send me into delirious ecstasy, driving me closer to subspace.

“Oh god, sir, that’s
incredible. More give me more.”  I can hear the tuts leaving his throat, even
through my foggy head.

“Now, Now,
Debbie, you know better than to top me from the bottom, sweetness. That is the
third time already. I though Antonio had explained this all to you.” Oh fuck,
it is just too easy to do when carried away. Too easy to lose yourself in the
moment, wanting to cum so violently you think you might die.

“Ss-sorry, Sir.
Please forgive me, I won't do it again, I promise you, sir,” the strength my words
give him is evident in his lustrous gaze. I know immediately my arse is getting
it, or some other part of me.

He pulls himself
from within me, standing up. His hard dick glistens with my juices, lying hard
and heavy against his stomach. I can see the slight remnants of some pre-cum on
his cock. He turns to look at his girlfriend and best friend.

“May I?” he asks
Antonio, clearing seeking permission to punish me.

“Of course,
Leighton, she knows better than to be a brat, I thought she would have learnt
her lesson by now, but obviously not. What would you like to use?” Antonio
looks thoroughly fucked, happy and so fucking turned on all at the same time. I
am sure his own head is all over the place right now, that he isn’t thinking
straight.

“Hmm, what should
I use? My hand, my flogger, oh I know, my whip, or maybe the cane?” I hiss and
cringe at the words. I have never had it used on me, but I have seen the
results. I’ve seen how Delilah’s pale flesh turns red striped and raw,
sometimes faint trickles of blood oozing from her wounds.

Leighton walks
around nonchalantly, teasing and trying his hardest to frighten me. I beg
silently in my head for the flogger, I can just about take that.

“Well I know she
likes the hand, Leighton, it does nothing but make her hotter. That would be a
reward, maybe the flogger, she isn’t quite ready for the whip or cane, I'm
afraid it might make her pass out in pain.” I know Ant is over exaggerating for
my benefit, to scare me that little bit more.