Underestimated Too (21 page)

“No. We’re finished here,” I assured her, stepping
around Drew and taking my son from his chair.

Drew took him from me with a stern look, placed him
back in his seat and walked me out of the kitchen, holding both my arms. I
should have protested. I shouldn’t have let him think he won—again. I could
have. I wasn’t afraid that he was going to hit me. That wasn’t why I didn’t
protest at all. I didn’t protest because I was as sick as my twisted husband. I
was too busy trying to put my vagina in its place to protest. I knew where we
were going, and I knew why. So did my aching pussy.

Drew closed the door, slamming me against it. His
mouth crushed mine with a powerful I’m-the-one-in-control kiss. “You know what
it does to me when you disobey me, Morgan,” Drew rasped in my hair while his
fingers fumbled with the buttons on my blouse. I couldn’t speak, no words would
form. I was having a hard enough time, reminding myself to breath.

“This is so fucked up, Drew,” I panted in some sort
of breathy moan. It was fucked up. My husband was about to punish me for
disobeying him, and I was more aroused than I could handle. I would have done
anything he told me to do at that moment—anything.

“I love you. You can’t take off like that. I’ll take
you to the strip if you want to go there. You can’t do what you want. Do you
understand me, Morgan?” Drew asked, twisting my nipple between his fingers.

“Hmmm, yes,” I managed to say.

“You know I’m about to discipline you, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I moaned, tilting my head for his provocative
lips.

Backing away from me, Drew crossed his arms and
stared. “Take your clothes off.”

Undressing in front of him, I did protest, watching
him remove the leather belt. I wasn’t sure I wanted to be that severely punished.

“Drew, no. Not with the belt.”

“I won’t hurt you. I promise. Bend over my desk.”

I rested my body across the cold wood, feeling the
cool effect on my erect nipples. Drew ran his hand over my ass and dipped his
finger between my legs. I was so wet and aroused, I could have come in three
seconds if he would have paid attention to my pulsating clit. He didn’t, of
course. I wasn’t in control. Drew was.

Holding my breath when Drew took his hand away from
me and stepped back, I waited.

“Ahhh,” I called out when the leather came in
contact with my bare skin, causing an instant sting.

“Shhh,” Drew coaxed, rubbing the sting with his soft
hands, and dipping his fingers back to my overactive sex.

This was the routine for five tormenting strikes
from his belt. It wasn’t a quick five strikes. Drew dragged it out, slowing
down time, and enjoying his control over me. I’m not sure he would have stopped
then had he not forgotten about a call.

“I have to take this,” Drew said, pulling me to him.
He kissed my lips, placing his hand over my burning ass cheeks. I didn’t want
him on the phone. I wanted him inside me.

This reminded me of old times. I lay naked over
Drew’s desk while he conducted business, going back and forth with Celeste and
two other men on speaker. I grasped the corner of the desk, trying not to moan
while my husband inserted an ink pen, sliding it in and out of my ass. I was
okay with that. It was his thumb brushing my swollen nub at every insertion that
warranted my need to moan.

Closing my eyes, I struggled to keep quiet. I wanted
to come. Between the tingling feeling on my ass cheeks, the sensation of the
foreign object moving in and out of my ass, and the tormenting fingers on my
clitoris, I was spent. I was spent until I opened my eyes, viewing the fallen
key right beside the pile of clothes on the floor. I stopped breathing, stopped
feeling the sensations going on in my body, and freaked out.

Shit. If Drew saw that, he’d know I dropped it. Now
what the hell was I going to do? If he got behind me, which I was sure he would
eventually do, he’d see it. I was screwed. Okay, okay, story time. What the do
I tell him? I had to get that key.

Standing and removing Drew’s hand from me, he gave
me a peculiar look. “I have to pee,” I whispered to his ear, hoping he stayed
seated.

Drew pushed a button on the phone, muting the noise
from his office. “No, don’t pee. It’ll intensify your orgasm.”

“I’ll be right back. I have to, Drew,” I whined. He
groaned and let me go, thank god. I dressed, placing my foot over the key.
Pretending to fix the bottom of my pants, I picked it up, grasping it in my
hand.

I hesitated, unable to breathe again when Drew came
to me. “Come right back to me,” he requested, kissing me long and hard. Stiffening
my posture, Drew ran his hand down my arm and to my hand. I held it tightly in
a fist.

I was losing my mind. Panic overtook me when I
entered the bathroom. What the hell was I supposed to do with this key? Drew
was probably watching me. I couldn’t just hide it. He’d see me, or was he even
paying attention? He was on a call, probably not watching me at all.
Oh, my god,
Morgan. Get it together.

Positioning myself over the toilet I looked around
for a safe place to hide my key without being obvious. I chickened out, too
afraid that I was being watched. Walking back to Drew’s office, I pretended to
straighten the pocket in my pants, placing it securely in the corner.

Drew smiled at my return, not missing a beat in his
conversation. “Celeste, can you go over what Chinatown did compared to
Manhattan last month,” he coaxed. I didn’t wait for a command. Standing in
front of him I, gracefully slipped out of my clothes, and resumed my position.
I’d forgotten about the stinging in my ass until Drew soothed it with his hand.

Drew hit the mute button again, stood and leaned
over me, kissing and licking my back. “I’m going to teach you not to disobey my
orders, Morgan. It’s not that hard is it? Don’t I give you enough freedom? You
realize how much freedom I could take from you, don’t you?” Drew said in a
raspy tone, hot on my skin.

“Yes,” I moaned, feeling his finger between my legs
again. Hearing the desk drawer open I listened to the wrapper being ripped open.

“I shouldn’t let you come. I should keep you from it
for defying me. This is never going to happen again, is it, Morgan?” Drew
asked. I jumped when he slammed the bottle of KY on the desk.

“No,” I moaned, sucking in a deep breath from his
not so gentle entrance to my ass. Drew grabbed my hands and held them behind my
back, thrusting in and out of me rougher than I would have liked.

Drew held himself inside me when Celeste asked a
question. He unmuted, answered, and muted again, continuing his task at hand.
“Fuck, Morgan,” he groaned, thrusting deep and hard. He really wasn’t going to
let me come. I was bent over his desk, letting him treat me like he used to,
and he was going to keep me from it. I may just be pissed off, a little bit.

I was right. Drew pulled out of me, shoved me to the
floor in front of him, and ripped off the condom. For just an instant, I
thought about protesting, but for whatever reason, I didn’t. I parted my lips
and let Drew bathe my lips with his come. Applying it to my lips, he watched
with a lustful stare and hissing sound.

“Don’t you ever do that again, Morgan” he warned,
pressing the head of his cock in my mouth and to the back of my throat. “You
understand me?” He asked, tugging on my hair a bit.

“Hmm. Mmm,” I nodded, trying to swallow his come
around his cock.

“You okay, Morgan?”

“Hmm?” I asked, looking up to Deidra, preoccupied. I
couldn’t get the key out of my mind or how I could get into the box at the bank
without Drew finding out.

“You seem a little off today,” Deidra accused.

“I’m fine. What were you saying?”

“Deidra, can you leave us alone for a minute?” Drew
asked.

“Sure, you want coffee?” she replied.

“That would be great,” Drew nodded.

I had to stop reading mystery books. He knew about
the key. He waited until we were here in Deidra’s office to confront me so he
didn’t hurt me. What was I supposed to tell him?

“Morgan, is this because of what happened
yesterday?” Drew warmly asked, taking both my hands.

“No, Drew. I’m fine,” I assured him.

“You’re not fine. You’re distant with me. I don’t
like it.”

“I’m
fine. I promise. How could I not be fine? You made up for it last night.” I
smiled. He smiled too. He didn’t let me come in his office, but holy mother of
Jesus, did he ever take care of me after we went to bed.

“What’s wrong then?”

“Drew, nothing is wrong. I promise.”

“You can go hang out with Alicia and the baby after
this if you want,” he offered.

“Thanks, maybe I’ll go home and get Nicky and do
that. No, I won’t get Nicky. I can’t help her with anything with him. I might.
I’m fine. Let’s get this hour over with.”

“Are you tired of doing this? Is that what’s wrong?”

“Drew, nothing is wrong. I’m fine with this,” I
argued. Geesh.

“All set?” Deidra asked, handing us both a cup of
coffee.

She sat behind her desk rather than her customary
chair and flipped the pages of a yellow legal pad.

“Let’s recap,” she began, looking at me. “Morgan you
were raised by two alcoholic parents in a small coal town in West Virginia. You
raised your little brother until he was taking from you. You never had money
and rarely had enough food. You never had a serious relationship before Drew,
and you even to this day have a hard time making decisions for yourself?”

“I can make decisions,” I objected.

“She doesn’t need to make decisions. I handle that
part of her life,” Drew intercepted with an attitude.

“We’ll get to that. You’re not ready to go there
just yet. Let’s review you,” she suggested instead. “You were born to a teen
mother who was impregnated by her stepfather. She took you and ran when you
were three. She made her money by entertaining men until you were ten, when
your mother met Morgan’s father. He gave her a job at one of his stores and moved
her to a nice apartment where she was to only entertain him. Once he moved you
both to his house he also achieved entertainment from you. Michael taught you
how to be a very successful business man in exchange for you letting him take
care of a sick need, and keep your mouth shut.” Taking a deep breath, Deidra
cracked her knuckles and looked from me to Drew. “That’s a lot of shit to be
dumped in either of your laps. I’d love for you two to tell me that pretty much
sums it up, but I’m afraid there’s more. Am I right? Let’s talk about the six
years leading up to your accident, Morgan.”

“Okay,” I offered, “but if it’s okay with you. I’d
like to hear this part of our lives through Drew’s eyes.”

“Drew?” Deidra questioned.

“What do you want to know?”

“You said you hated Morgan, right?”

“I wouldn’t say hated, maybe at first. Okay, yeah. I
hated her, but not always.”

“What do you mean?”

I twisted in my seat, waiting for Drew to get up and
walk to the window. He didn’t. He smiled over at me and placed my hand on his
lap. He stared at our hands, contemplating what to say. “I’ve always thought
Morgan was beautiful,” Drew smiled at me.

“She is,” Deidra agreed. I felt a quick flush cover
my cheeks, and shook my head modestly.

“I remember the time I took her out, months after
she’d been there.”

“Why was it months? You just kept her in the house
for months?” Deidra asked.

“It was a few months before Morgan was ready for
that,” Drew said, playing it safe. “There was no more making excuses to keep
Morgan hidden and out of the public eye, away from my friends and, of course,
Skyler. Morgan had the language down to a tee. She could wear heels almost as well
as Skyler, and she looked like she belonged in this class of people. I had
professionals come in and help her with her makeup, her hair, and her dress,
knowing she wouldn’t have a clue how to present herself for this crowd. I was
nervous as hell. Mr. Callaway would be there. He was going to talk to her. I
was sure of it, and all I could do was hope like hell he stuck to the plan and
didn’t disclose any information. 

‘Hello,’ Morgan timidly answered the phone by her
bed. I watched her through my computer as one of the girls placed a beautiful
diamond necklace around her neck, helping her with the finishing touches.

I told Morgan, ‘We’re going to be late. Get down
here.’

She replied swiftly, ‘I’m ready. I’m on my way, but
I’m still not sure about this.’

I hung up. I wasn’t sure about this either. At least
Skyler was out of town and wouldn’t be there. Someone would still tell her. I
had to do what I could to make Morgan seem like a client and not actually be
with me. I’d treat her like I treated all the other women there. I stood at the
door with Derik, waiting for her to get her slow ass down stairs, looking at my
watch as I waited.