Free Total LockDown (LockDown #2) by A.T. Smith

The quick successions
causes her body to writhe in pleasure, she can't stop the screams from
exploding from her throat as she edges closer to her orgasm. As she is about to
drop I bring the cane down vertically, gating the many other welts marring her
body, horizontally.
    She cries out
her release, her orgasm detonating inside of her. Her skin is damp with sweat,
her thighs coated with her creamy juices that are spilling from her cunt. Her
hands and feet are trembling as she fights to stay up.
    I undo the cuffs
on every part of her body and lift her into my arms. I sit on one of the nearby
chairs, the blanket Scott has collected, wrapped around us both. The smile on
her face warms my heart. I remove her blindfold and wipe the tears of pleasure
away, before instructing her to take a few sips from a bottle of water as she
floats around in her subspace.
    “Thank you,
Sir.” She says to me as she snuggles into my chest and drifts in and out of her
pleasure induced sleep.
    I look to my
right to find Scott, his hard dick is in my view, Scott’s hand wrapped firmly
around the length. He teases me with it, placing it on my lips, sliding it in a
little then retreating.
    I can hear the
gentle breaths of the sleeping girl on my lap, but I need this for me, right
now. I open my mouth and allow him entrance.
     
     

Chapter
Twelve Abigail
     
    I can hear the
irritating beep, beep, beep I was now accustom too. It is penetrating my ears
and piercing into my pounding head. I don't find it as hard to force my eyelids
to open this time, they are just slightly heavy as though extreme exhaustion
controls my body.
    I flick my head
from side to side; the plain, dreary, depressing white walls of the obvious
hospital room greet me. Great, why the fuck am I here now?
    I shuffle my
aching body up the bed, using my hands as a lift. A gut wrenching pain spreads
through both limbs and into the pit of my stomach. The white-hot agony has my
tummy churning; wanting to expel whatever is present there at this precise
second. I quickly get myself to a seated position and bring my hand up for
inspection. Both are wrapped tightly in bandages, why they are covered I have
no clue but I’m sure I will find out soon.
    No one is around
when I take a more detailed inspection of my surroundings. I am in my own room,
the door shut firmly, a little light streaming in through the singular glass
panel. I can see the odd shadowed figure as people walk past, their sounds
muted. My arm is attached to yet another fucking drip, I want to yank the
stupid thing from my vein, the cold flow of saline is a rather unwanted intrusion. 
    I lay my head
back onto the pillows propping me up, staring up to the ceiling in a silent
prayer. I can't remember much, the last memory being me inside the nightclub,
becoming anxious and nervous at the people around me. I remember a guy flirting
with me, but that is it. Maybe I passed out from anxiety, I have been declined
my tablets for a few days and I know I need them to stop the fainting from
occurring. Maybe that is why I am here. The whole arm in bandage thing is still
a complete mystery.
    Maybe the
doctors and nurses can help me get over my small addiction so I can get back to
my daughter and soul mate. I miss them so fucking much, my heartaches and burns
for their presence. I remember Leighton texting saying he is going to bring
Melissa to see me tomorrow, or is it today now? I have to get myself back
together and mend my shitty, downward spiralling life.
    I have come so
far in the last year, Leighton has brought me back from the deepest depths of
despair and heartache and repaired me. He has made me whole and more
importantly makes me feel wanted, needed and loved. He has reunited me with my
parents, has given me a beautiful daughter and has given me his promise that we
will be together forever.
    Yes, I have
screwed up massively. Why I ever thought going to see Phillip was going to fix
this mess, is beyond me. That was a completely