An Underestimated Christmas (Underestimated 3) (5 page)

“Hey,” she replied, wringing her hands. Seeing her do that, standing before me feeling so vulnerable, sent a surge right to my cock. There was a time in our marriage that I thrived on that. The memories of me fucking with her flooded my mind. I stared at her, picturing us back then. Me playing with her, or torturing her in some way to make her come just to spank her for doing it. Or getting her there so many times, and withdrawing before she could. Or forcing her to swallow my come while it coated her lips.

The silent stares were broken by her. “You can, Drew,” she offered. I knew what she was saying, but I wasn’t going to admit to it. Not for one second.

“What, baby?” I asked, closing the distance between us.

“You know, I want you to.”

Fuck! I hated when she did this. I hated when she gave me permission. I fought with it enough on my own. And just as I did every time this situation arrived, I crumbled.

“What do you want?” I asked, moving behind her. I couldn’t let her see the lust on my face, thinking about what I wanted to do to her.

“I want you to do what you used to do,” she rasped in heavy deep breaths while my hands explored her hips, her waist, and her ass. “You can punish me.”

And just like that. I let her go, and walked to our closet, never taking my eyes from hers. “Take your clothes off,” I ordered in a strong, stern, ordering kind of voice. Retrieving the box full of toys, I unlocked it with the keys in my pocket. Morgan slipped out of her shoes and seductively slid her red dress over her shoulders. Fuck. She was so beautiful. Part of me wanted to go to her and pull her lovingly into my arms. The other part wouldn’t let me.

Forgetting all about Deidra and my demanding session with her, I hit the end button and silenced my phone. I would call her tomorrow. I watched Morgan’s breath catch when she saw me pull out my favorite toy. I think she loved it as much as she hated it. I couldn’t help it. Watching the instant pleasure mixed with the moans fucked with me. It fucked with me even more knowing I had the control when the pleasure was replaced with torturous eyes, begging me to let her come. And I would, of course I would. I didn’t take it that far anymore, but I would fuck with her for a while.

Once Morgan was standing naked in front of me, I walked to her and kissed her as passionately as I could. I felt her body relax and melt into mine.

“You sure this is okay?” I asked, tracing her collarbone with soft kisses.

“Yes, I want it,” she breathily assured me. 

Sometimes, Drew and I needed to cross that line. This was one of those times. Although, it did concern me. It seemed like we were having more and more of these times lately. Like Drew and I were using the sick, twisted way we used to be to balance out the weight on both our shoulders.

I couldn’t blame it on him any more than he could blame it on me. I wanted him to be that way, too. To punish me and tell me what to do. Psychologically I didn’t need Deidra to tell me it was an escape mechanism for me. I knew I used these times to let Drew have it all. Take the control and give me a break from reality. I presume his need was much of the same. We both got off on the release it brought. Was it normal or healthy? Probably not, but it was Drew and me. It’s what we did.

I really wasn’t expecting our night to end that way. I was happy, and the frustration I was having toward Nicholas, not getting to get out of the house, and letting a four-year-old ruin my plans, quickly dissipated.

Drew circled me and pulled the chair out from my vanity. “Have a seat, bad girl,” he ordered in the deep, Drew-dominating tone. The one that scared and excited me at the same time. I knew what was coming and my clitoris was going crazy anticipating it. This is the part where I didn’t speak a word. I followed orders and waited for Drew’s direction. It’s a Drew and Morgan thing. Yes, I was giving up control I wasn’t supposed to give, but drew wasn’t taking it. I was giving it to him. I’m sure Deidra wouldn’t agree with my irrational excuses, but neither of us cared.

My pussy throbbed and the wetness was felt when Drew told me to sit. “Spread your legs,” he demanded, kneeling in front of me. My eyes fixated on his cold, dark pupils. My monster man…

The cool air I felt on my slit as soon as I opened myself for Drew sent a chill up my spine. Drew leaned in and kissed my aching nub with a soft, sweet kiss. My hips thrust toward him, hoping for more contact. Of course, that wasn’t in my control. Drew smiled at me with a smirk. I smiled back. I guess things were the same, but different. Drew would have never smiled that
I love you
smile at me in those days. I loved him so much. Like it was stupid for someone to love someone as much as I loved him.

I moaned when Drew dipped a finger inside me and moved it in and out. I was beyond wet. I was saturated and I wanted to come. Grasping the sides of the chair, I watched the green light appear on the probe I was about to feel. Drew split me with his fingers, exposing my anxious, swollen clitoris. His eyes met mine right before he slowly moved the tip closer to my nub. I held my breath, and waited.

“Aahh!” I screamed, defensively trying to close my legs. The instant orgasm peaked and tortuously halted at the exact same moment. Drew moved his body between my legs and split my lips again, barely giving me time to recuperate from the first earthquake.

I slumped more with the second one, feeling it through my entire body. Drew moved my fingers and held my wrist on my waist when I tried to touch myself. I needed contact. I needed to come, and I was ready to beg after two times. I knew this wouldn’t be quick and to my advantage. Drew was getting off on controlling my orgasms. His erect cock, laying to the top right of his black dress slacks, was prominent, standing at full attention. I wanted to touch it, stroke it, and taste it.

The session consisted of seven shocks and seven slow convoluted intervals. Holy Mother of Pearls. “Drew,” I panted, unable to take number eight. My pussy needed to come right that second. Once again, I tried to move my hand. I didn’t need him. I could make it come myself if he would let me. And he didn’t. Shit.

Drew pulled me to the floor in front of him and bucked his hips. Looking up, I watched him remove his tie and unbutton his shirt while I took care of the belt. My hands slid down his strong chest, down to the band of his shorts, and to his freed, rock hard steel rod. I tasted the clear pre-come when my tongue traced its slit. I moaned an erotic whimper when I sucked his head into my mouth. Drew’s pleasure escaped his own lips when I took him to the back of my throat, cupping his balls in a massage.

Drew tugged on my wrist to bring my lips to his once he’d had enough. He held my naked body close to his while he kissed me like we used to kiss. He broke the contact of our lips and kissed my nose with a smile. “I love you, can I spank you?” he asked lightheartedly. I’m not sure if Drew was trying not to cross a line, or if it was more of him wanting to make sure that I really wanted it. That I wasn’t going there for only him. I wasn’t. I wanted it as much as he did. I wanted to feel the stinging on my ass from his hands.

“Yes, I think you should. Thank you for tonight, Drew,” I spoke to his lips, tracing the opening of his mouth with my tongue.

“You’re welcome. I had a good day. I wanted to celebrate.”

“What happened today?” I curiously asked.

“I closed the deal of the century,” he boasted.

“Oh,” I responded, trying to hide the instant response.

“What?”

“Nothing,” I countered with another kiss, feeling the tension once again. The erotic atmosphere that lingered moments before was gone, replaced with hurt and rejection. I know Drew sensed it, too, but that didn’t keep him from splattering red handprints about my ass. I still enjoyed every second of it. It just wasn’t the same feeling as it was before Drew told me that the only reason he did this, took us out and showed us how much he loved us, was because he was celebrating. He needed a reason to do that. It had nothing to do with him wanting to make things better. It was about work, a deal. I should have known.

Drew mostly backed off on the control, and tried like hell to make the rest of the night about me. After he brought me to orgasm with his mouth twice, he fucked me from behind and then with my feet over my head, that time in my ass. Using my ass to bring his own orgasm to head, Drew pulled out and jerked himself frantically until three quick bouts of come coated my stomach. Drew lowered my hips and spread it up my abdomen and to my nipple. Lowering himself to me, he kissed me.

“I love you so much,” Drew whispered.

I gave him a quick kiss and squirmed from beneath him. It had nothing to do with anything. I wasn’t thinking about anything, I was happy. Drew, of course, had to make it something.

“What is your problem, Morgan? I don’t know what you want anymore.”

“What, Drew? I’m just going to the bathroom. Don’t ruin this. I don’t have a problem. You just dumped a load all over my body. Can I clean up?” I asked, trying to keep my cool and not go to bed angry with him—again. “Do you want to soak in the tub with me?” I asked, trying to save what was left of the night.

“Yes. I’m sorry,” he apologized. Thank god.

I exhaled an exasperated breath and took a Lortab from my medicine cabinet. Being in the hot tub of water and resting my body against Drew’s was nice. Relaxing. He played with my fingers while he told me about his big deal and how his fake call to Celeste created enough urgency to close the guy on the spot. I told him I was proud and happy for him.

“I didn’t take you guys out to celebrate my achievement. I took you out because I wanted to celebrate my achievement with you and the boys. I know it may seem that way to you, but that wasn’t my intention, Morgan. I just wanted to make you happy, see you laugh and smile. The only thing on my mind when I decided to take you guys out was you, not my deal.

I turned to face Drew and wrapped my arms around his neck. I don’t know if he read my mind or what, but that was exactly what I needed to hear. “Thank you for that. And thank you for the dinner theater. I loved it.”

I stayed home with the boys the next day. Chelsea brought her two kids over and they played in the pool. I blew Alicia off, telling her I had company and would call her back. I hated the disappointment in her tone. I just didn’t need her lecture about Nicky right now. I had enough on my plate.

Watching Tad, Anna, and Miah jumping in and out of the pool, I looked to see Nicholas, crossing the bridge. Stepping from one square to the other, he crossed over and over. That was the first moment I even consider there might’ve been something to what Celeste and Alicia were saying. I started thinking about the way Nicholas wouldn’t have anything to do with the kids at the playgroup. Tad always played whatever the other kids were. Nicholas watched, or played by himself. That was normal, though. Drew said himself that he was like that. He didn’t like to be around other people, either.

The next day was when I considered it even more. May still wasn’t back from vacation and my not even five-year-old son convinced me why it was a bad ideal for me to leave him alone with Melissa. He was truly concerned, but didn’t really make sense why it was such a big deal. Although he spoke like an adult with a flat tone, his reasoning of being left with Melissa rather than May was silly. He couldn’t explain why, just that he wasn’t supposed to stay with Melissa.

I’m not sure why I gave into him, but I did. Nicholas was devastated that I was going to leave him and his brother with Melissa and not May. I canceled my lunch date with my friends and spent the afternoon with my little people instead. I really didn’t mind. We surprised Drew and took him out to lunch.

“What’s wrong, Morgan?” Drew asked, slurping coke from his straw. I turned my attention from Nicky’s smile to Drew and then back to Nicholas. He watched the other kids play on the outside play area, but didn’t join them.

“That’s high enough,” I called to my dare devil, Tad, trying to swing higher than the little girl beside him. I looked back to Nicholas and coaxed him to go play.

“Hey, buddy, why don’t you go play with Tad?”

“No. I’m just going to stay here.”

“Why? You can go play,” I persuaded.

“I might not come back. I better stay here.”

I looked at Drew concerned. “What?” he questioned, clueless.

I didn’t want to say anything in front of Nicky, so I let it go. For the first time in his life, I was afraid for him. I was afraid Nicholas was different. How, I wasn’t sure. I mean, he looked like any other four-year-old boy, playing around the fenced patio, but he didn’t act like them and I was afraid he didn’t think like them. It scared me, and looking at him broke my heart. I knew without knowing that Nicky couldn’t go play with the other kids. I just didn’t understand why.

Drew helped fasten both boys in their car seats, and then pulled me close for a kiss. “I’ll see you in a few hours. I’m glad you’re with the boys and not Chelsea,” he alleged.

My headshake didn’t go unnoticed.

“Now what? You’re driving me crazy. Everything I say pisses you off.”

“That’s because you have no idea how ignorant you are. You don’t have to praise me to manipulate what you want.”

“That’s not what I was doing.”

“Okay, whatever. I’ll see you tonight. I’m going to lay these guys down for a little bit and take a pain pill.”

“Is it bad?”

“No, not at all, but it’s there. I just need to close my eyes for a few minutes.”

“I’m a phone call away if you need me to come home.”

“I’m fine, I’ll see you in a little while,” I said with a peck from my lips to his. Drew told the boys to behave and I pulled out, smiling at him as I pulled away. Glancing at him through rearview mirror, I watched him watch us drive away.

I watched Nicholas through the mirror, staring out the window without a blink. I thought about his milestones, and how different they were from Tad’s. Nicholas was closer to five than four, and it took him that long to talk like Tad did at three. Tadpole could talk a million miles a minute by the time he was two and a half. Nicholas expressed what he wanted in one word until recently. Unless, of course, it was about a bridge. Did that mean something? Was his fascination with bridges due to a glitch in his brain, or was it really because he was so smart?

Tasks that came natural to Tad were hard for Nicholas. He needed step-by-step directions when told to do stuff. And a lot of times, Drew and I had to repeat them to him over and over, especially if it involved more than a couple steps.

Potty training was a nightmare, and I am embarrassed to say that Nicholas was four and still wearing diapers. When I finally had enough, I put the big boy pants on him and told him he had to pee in the potty. Nicholas went nine hours without going. I did this while Drew was at work, knowing he would make me give in and put the diaper on him to go. I felt horrible knowing his willpower was stronger than the urge for him to just sit on the potty.