Underestimated (16 page)

Drew gave me compliments it was always in the bedroom,

usually when he was close to shooting his load.

“You mean I didn’t scare you away last night?” I

asked as he kissed my lips again.

“Not a chance,” he smiled.

***

believe that my new life was working out. I may have just

pulled off the biggest disappearing act in history. Dawson

continued to come around, and we spent a lot of time

together. He spent the night on several occasions, but

neither of us tried to go that next step. He did a lot of

comforting during my long nights when he was there, and

tried to get me to talk to him. I didn’t, and didn’t plan on

ever revealing my dark skeletons to him or anyone else.

Summer Fest was extremely busy at the shop. I

was happy that we were closing at four rather than six, and

were planning to join in the festivities. Lauren was singing

on stage, and she and Levi were D-Jing for the street fair

later that evening.

Dawson stopped by in uniform around three. I

thought that he seemed preoccupied but assumed that he

had probably had a pretty busy day himself with all of the

commotion going on in town. He told me that he was going

to go home and change, and he would meet me back there.

I told him I was going home to get a shower and change as

well, and I would just find him in the streets somewhere.

I wore a long skirt and tank-top with psychedelic

sandals that I had ordered from one of our suppliers. I

wore my hair down for once and was excited to spend the

evening with Dawson, Lauren, Star, Joel, and even Levi.

Dawson was already there and wearing khaki

shorts with a nice red shirt and brown leather flip-flops.

He stood from the picnic table and kissed my cheek.

“You look very pretty,” he offered, causing me to

smile. He always made me smile.

I was in such a happy mood and laughed at

Starlight being the center of attention, dancing in the street

all by herself. She had tried to get any and every one to go

with her, and when nobody would, she went alone. It was

only a matter of time before more and more people had

joined her, all waiting for someone to do it first. Lauren

and Levi were hilarious on stage and argued back and

forth about funny issues. I was laughing at them talking

about how Lauren steals his food at work when I looked

across the table to Dawson. He was staring intently at me

with a serious expression.

“Are you okay? You have been kind of out of it all

day,” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Do you want to dance?” he asked.

I smiled and gave him a peculiar look.

“I am not sure I can dance to this music,” I

admitted. I could dance. I loved my dance classes in Las

Vegas. I just didn’t think that Ballroom Dancing would

correspond with the country music.

“You need to dance the waltz or something?” he

teased.

“Something like that,” I laughed.

I wondered what he was doing when he walked up

to Levi and whispered in his ear. Levi smiled and nodded

his head. Dawson came back with a smile and took my

hand.

“What are you doing, sheriff?” I asked, taking his

hand.

He didn’t reply, and Levi came across the

speakers, saying he had a request for some ballroom

dancing. Some song called the Tennessee Waltz started

playing, and I laughed.

“That was as close as he had,” Dawson smiled

down at me.

It was close enough to a slow song that would

allow me to be in his arms as we danced across the

blacktop dance floor.

“You seem to be a little distracted today,” I said,

looking up to him.

“I guess, I kind of am, but we’ll talk about it later,”

he smiled down at me and kissed the end of my nose.

“Talk about what?” I asked curious as to what

could be on his mind.

“We’ll talk about it later,” he smiled a reassuring

smile.

We sat at the table and watched the people

dancing. I too was distracted, wondering what Dawson

could want to talk about. I stared blankly toward the

dancers as my mind wandered back to Drew and my own

dancing coach.

Drew had wanted me to learn to dance so that

whenever he thought that I was ready to be in public and

wouldn’t embarrass him I would be able to dance as

gracefully as he could. I had been working with Jaymas

Wellington, a retired Broadway star. I was on my third

week with him, and we were in the open end of the gym. I

didn’t know that Drew had returned. He had been gone for

nearly three weeks.

Jaymas and I were doing a spin and were laughing

and really doing more goofing off than anything. I liked

him a lot, probably more than I should have. It was nice to

have someone to talk to. We didn’t talk about anything

personal. I knew everything I said could be heard by Drew

anytime he wanted. I had just slid down Jaymas’s body

after the spin, and we were both laughing when I lost my

balance and fell to the floor. We stopped dead in our

tracks when Drew entered with a look of pure anger.

“Leave!” he demanded through gritted teeth to

Jaymas.

Jaymas left, telling me that he would see me later.

He didn’t see me later, and I never saw him again. Drew

walked up to me and took me in his arms and started

dancing me around the floor.

“You like flirting with other men?”

“I wasn’t flirting with anyone,” I demanded.

“That’s not how I was seeing it. It looked to me

like you were enjoying being in another man’s arms.”

“We were dancing. You’re the one that made me

take lessons,” I reminded him.

“Do you like him rubbing his dick all over you?”

“You’re impossible,” I demanded and took the

blow to the same cheek that he seemed to always go for.

He grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the gym. I

looked at Rebecca as I was being forced into his office.

She gave me a warm encouraging smile, but it wasn’t too

reassuring to me. I had only been in Drew’s office once, in

the five months that I had been there, and that was on our

wedding day. I wasn’t allowed in that room, and it was

kept locked unless he was in it.

“Get out!” Drew said to the two guys with folders

and some sort of brochures in their hands.

“Drew, you have to make a decision on this ad,”

Derik argued.

“That one,” he demanded, pulling one of the

pamphlets from his hand without looking at it.

Drew locked the door, and I was scared, more than

I ever had been with him. He was angry, and I didn’t know

what he was going to do to me. That day was the beginning

of my suddenly allowed office visits.

“Take your clothes off,” he demanded, and then

yelled, “NOW!” when I hesitated.

I removed my practice shorts and shirt as he

watched with crossed arms. He nodded when I didn’t

move, beckoning me to take off my bra and panties, as

well.

“You know that I am about to beat your ass like I

never have, don’t you?”

“Why?” I asked. I hadn’t done anything wrong.

He was in my face in a split second. “You do not

ask the questions, got it?” he asked, squeezing my nipple

so hard that it burned.

“Bend over my desk,” he demanded. I did. I had to.

I panicked when I heard the belt being pulled through his

belt loops. It reminded me of when my dad used to whip

me with his belt, and I remembered how bad it hurt.

I couldn’t hold still after the first crack across my

bare cheeks. It hurt way worse than I remembered from my

dad. He shoved me back to the desk and delivered four

more blows before he finally quit, only because his desk

phone wouldn’t stop ringing.

He pulled me with him and bent me over the other

side while he talked business with someone on the other

end. I was sobbing, and although I knew there was no

blood, it sure as hell felt like it. He rubbed the inflamed

welts on my ass, and it was soothing as he sat in his chair,

conversing as if I wasn’t bent bare butt over his desk.

I flinched a little when I felt him slide his finger

into my vagina. He swatted me lightly across my backside

with a warning. I didn’t understand my body, at all. How

could I go from sobbing to wanting to press into him

deeper? I could tell that I was building and so could he.

He put the phone to his chest and bent to my ear.

“Don’t you dare come,” he demanded through

gritted teeth.

He was going to make sure I came. No matter how

hard I tried to think about any and everything else, his

penetrating fingers on my clit were causing me to lose

control. I was hoping that I could get off and hide it. If I

closed my eyes and didn’t move, maybe he wouldn’t

realize that I had come. I tried my best to control my

breathing and uncontrollably let go. His fingers stilled

inside of me, and I knew he could feel my quivering

orgasm. I could see the smirk on his face without even

looking at him.

I didn’t move as he removed his hand from my

body and walked to a locked cabinet. I heard him cutting

plastic or something and messing around with something

as he continued to demand whoever he was talking to, to

fly to Chicago and take care of the matter himself. I tried

to turn my eyes enough to see what he was doing, but I

couldn’t tell.

He finally hung up the phone and told me to stand

up. He was holding the biggest dildo that I had ever seen.

Well I had never really seen any, just the ones that I had

seen growing up in my dad’s magazines. He took my hand

and wrapped it around the massive shaft. My fingers

barely reached around its girth.

“You didn’t listen again, Morgan,” he smirked.

I wanted to ask him how I was supposed to listen

when he was trying his damnedest to make me come, but I

didn’t. I knew I wasn’t allowed to ask the questions.

“What are you going to do with that?” I couldn’t

help it. I had to ask. I had a right to know; after all I knew

it was going to be used on me.

“Oh I’m not going to do anything with it,” he

assured me. I watched as he lubed it up and slid it up and

down in my hand. He pulled a small table in front of his

chair and sat down, placing the large tool on the table in

front of him.

“Have a seat, Mrs. Kelley,” he smirked.

You have got to be kidding me. Was this guy

serious?

I could only stare from him to the object that he

was holding in place with his hand.

“Turn around, Morgan,” he demanded. I did. He

was going to make me do it, and I knew it could either be

the easy way or the hard way, not that either would have

been the easiest in my book.

I was hoping that it was going in my vagina, but of

course he had other plans and when I squatted he moved it

to the hole that I was dreading. I felt him open my ass

cheeks as my weight held it in the upright position.

“Awe, yeah baby, take it all,” he said in a lustful

hiss.

“I can’t,” I begged. I was sure that I didn’t even

have the head in yet.

“Just sit back a little more,” he coached and I felt

it go in a little more as I did.

Once I was uncomfortably sitting on the table he

came around to the front of me and stood with his front

right in my face. He crossed his arms and waited. I knew

what he wanted. I just didn’t know if I was going to be

able to handle it with what was going on in my behind. He

jolted his hips toward me once, telling me what to do.

I unbuttoned his dress pants, and freed his erection

right into my mouth.

“Rock back and forth,” he coached.

I couldn’t do that either. It was all I could do to be

still. He moved my shoulders with his hands willing me to

listen. I did, and he brought his fingers to my clit. Between

his fingers and the pressure from the foreign object in my

ass, I felt another orgasm building, and hoped that he was

going to let me finish.

“Do you want come?” he asked, and I nodded with

a moan.

He moved his hand around to my behind and

pulled out of my mouth. He kept the object right where he

wanted it and told me to lie on his desk. I did. He placed