Underestimated (12 page)

threw a fit for ten minutes, refusing to lie on the table.

Rebecca pulled me out to the hall and pointed to three

men.

“Mrs. Kelley, I am ordered to have you forcefully

held down by those three men if you refuse to cooperate. I

don’t want to do that, and it is not in your best interest

either. Please just let them do their job. You are done after

that, and can do whatever you want.”

“Rebecca, why do I have to do that? I don’t want

my vagina waxed.”

“I am afraid it’s going to happen whether you want

it to or not.”

I couldn’t believe that I was laying on top of that

table getting a bikini wax. I didn’t want the guy in there but

lost that fight too. He was there explaining that he was

going to brush something on me, sort of like Anbesol for

toothaches. He said that it would help with the pain.

Pain? Really? This truly wasn’t real life.

I closed my eyes in embarrassment and humiliation

while my pubic hair was being ripped from my body. I

didn’t even protest when the guy lifted my right knee and

rubbed warm wax on my left lip. I knew I would just be

fighting a losing battle. I did scream however when he

swiftly pulled it off. He did the same with my right leg and

then rolled me to my side, making sure I was clean all the

way back to my other hole. I had never been so humiliated

in my life, and they acted like it was no big deal. I

assumed that it probably wasn’t, and I certainly wasn’t the

first girl that they had given a bikini wax to.

Rebecca told me that I could shower and that I was

done for the day. She said that my supper should be about

ready and to come to the kitchen when I was ready.

I decided to bath in the oversized tub and hissed a

little when the hot water reached my recently stripped sex.

I slid my hand down, and the only patch of hair was a

neatly trimmed line running straight down the middle. I

touched the smoothness of my lips and actually liked the

feel of it.

I stood naked in front of the full length mirror. I

didn’t look like the same girl. My hair was cut just below

my shoulders and tapered around my face. The highlights

and the blonde made me look older than I was. I wondered

if that was the purpose of going blonde. I moved my eyes

down my curves and once again touched my naked sex. I

knew that this was another one of Drew’s demands, and

got a little nervous when I thought about him wanting to

have sex with me. I knew it was inevitable and that it was

just a matter of time. Why else would he demand that I be

a virgin or want me naked down there? Any idiot could

figure that out.

Later that night, once I was in my bed for the night,

my phone rang beside my bed. I didn’t know whether or

not I should answer it. Was it my phone or was it ringing

throughout the house?

“Hello,” I finally answered.

“Hello, you are even more beautiful now,” the

voice said, and I knew that it was Drew.

“How do you know how I look?” I asked, looking

around the room for a camera.

“I can see you in every room of my house, my

dear.”

“Every room?” I asked, thinking about touching

myself in front of the mirror. He laughed.

“Yes, my love, every room, but for future

references, you’re not allowed to touch yourself.”

“Go to hell. I’ll do what I want, when I want,” I

scolded. Who did he think he was?

He laughed again. “I assure you, Mrs. Kelley, you

won’t, and I wouldn’t advise you to speak to me like that

forthcoming.”

“Why?” I said boldly. He was in Africa, although I

knew that I wouldn’t have spoken to him like that had he

been standing in front of me.

“Because you will be punished for outbursts like

that.”

“And how do plan to punish me?” I asked, but was

already in half of a panic attack.

“I am sure you will soon find out. I will see you in

a few days, Mrs. Kelley,” he said and hung up.

“Riley!” Dawson called. I was sure that it wasn’t

the first time he had called my name.

I turned to look at him.

“One of these days you are going to have to tell me

where it is you go when you zone out like that,” he stated.

I hadn’t even noticed the credits rolling up the

screen.

“Sorry,” I said and shut the television off. I looked

at the clock and knew that he should be leaving soon. It

was the weekend. He worked the nightshift, and had to go

home to change.

I picked up our beer bottles and carried them to the

kitchen. I turned around, and Dawson was right there. He

didn’t give me time to speak, or protest when he backed

me up to the sink and kissed me.

Damnit, Dawson. Why do you have to go and

mess up a good thing?

I parted my lips just a little, and his tongue darted

in and entwined with mine. I hadn’t even realized that I

had moaned in his mouth until I heard it with my own ears.

It was most certainly my moan. His hands went up my

sides and around my back pulling me closer to him, and I

didn’t have the power to make him stop.

Really vagina? You traitor.

It was a good thing that he stopped because I was

ready to rip my clothes off right there on the kitchen floor.

“Jesus, Ry,” he whispered to my lips.

“What the hell did you do, sheriff?”

“I don’t know, but I liked it,” he said, kissing me

softly again and then pulling away.

“You better get out of here,” I whispered back to

his lips, willing myself not to shove my tongue down his

throat again.

“Yes, I better,” he agreed and kissed me again, and

again, and again. He finally pulled away and I followed

him to the door, locking up behind him.

What the fuck was that?

I cleaned up the kitchen and crawled into bed,

flipped on the television and dialed Lauren.

“What’s wrong,” she answered alarmed.

“Dawson freaking kissed me,” I blurted out.

“He did? How was it?”

“I don’t know yet, confusing I guess.”

“Ry, you should have known that it was going to

happen. I mean you two do spend a lot of time together.”

“I am not ready for that, Lauren.”

“Forget that. Life is too short to wait around. I

have to go, Ry. I’m getting ready to sing. I will be over in

the morning.”

“Okay, break a leg. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Chapter 5

I lay there for a long time, thinking about Dawson,

and of course it led to Drew. I thought about the first time

that he and I did anything. He was gone for seven days,

and I had just started getting used to being in the exquisite

house, and having servants doing everything for me. They

did everything from my hair to picking out my clothes. I

even had delicious meals prepared three times a day. I had

full access to every room in the house and the pool

outside. My favorite thing to do was ride around the

property alone on one of the four golf carts.

You don’t know how many times I scoped the

place out, thinking about running away on my little golf

cart. Of course I was always too scared to try it, and knew

that the battery would be dead before I ever even got off of

his property. I didn’t know how much land he had, but I

was sure that it was a lot.

It was later in the evening, and I had already

retired to my room for the night. I didn’t even think about it

when I saw the fresh clean nightgown and panties on my

bed. I was starting to get used to having my clothes laid

out every morning and every night. I grabbed the panties

and left the nightgown on the bed.

I walked out of the bathroom with a towel

wrapped around me and Drew was sitting on my bed. I

jumped and pulled the towel tighter around my naked

body.

“What are you doing in here?” I asked.

“Now, is that any way to greet your husband after

being gone for a week?” he asked with a smirk.

“You could have stayed gone for a month, and I

wouldn’t have cared.”

He stood up and was in my face in a split second.

“Where are your manners? Mrs. Kelley.”

“I ain't got none,” I yelled back.

“I don’t have any,” he corrected my hick language,

“now, say it again.”

“Fuck you!” I said through my gritted teeth.

That was the first time he hit me. The back of his

hand went right across my right cheek bone, and I almost

hit the floor.

“That will be the last time you ever say anything

like that to me. Do you understand?” he asked as I held my

throbbing face.

I didn’t answer and willed my tears to stay put.

“Answer me!” he said raising his voice.

“Yes!” I yelled right back.

“Yes, Drew, and try to say it a little nicer this

time.”

“Yes, Drew,” I said quietly. I had to. I was afraid

that he would hit me again.

“Good girl. Now come here. He said and sat back

down on my bed.”

I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to go to

him. What did he want? Why did I have to go to him… on

my bed?!

“I said to come here, Morgan,” he warned. I

slowly took the five steps to him, counting every one and

stopping when I thought that it was close enough.

“Closer,” he demanded with a hungry look in his

eyes.

My knees were shaking as I walked. He ran both

his hands down my still damp arms, and then moved my

right arm away from holding my towel closed. He pulled it

apart and let if fall to the floor.

“My, my, you have got to be hottest little thing I

have ever seen,” he said as his eyes went right to my

vagina. I was so glad that I had taken the panties with me,

and was somewhat covered. I should have known that I

wasn’t going to keep them for long.

He pulled the front of my panties out and only

looked, at first.

“I love this,” he said and touched the thin line of

hair leading to my sex.

I gasped from his touch and stepped back with one

foot. He stood up and walked behind me. He kissed the

back of my neck, and his hands explored my stomach and

ribs. I could smell his cologne and closed my eyes at what

was conspiring, and having no say in it, what so ever.

His lips trailed my neck and shoulders and then his

fingers found my nipple. I almost moaned when he teased

it between his thumb and finger. I felt the sensations

electrify from my nipple all the way to my groin.

Stupid vagina.

He slowly moved to in front of me and kissed me. I

didn’t kiss him back and kept my lips pressed firmly

together.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered to my lips.

I parted them slightly, but it was enough for him to

gain access and take my mouth with his tongue. I tried my

best not to kiss him back or touch him, but my body was

betraying me, and strange emotions took over.

I didn’t think my heart could beat any faster, not

until he pulled away from my lips and dropped to the floor

in front of me. He slowly moved my panties down my legs

and had to tell me to pick up my feet so that he could

remove them. He sat back on his feet and stared at my sex.

“I love this,” he said and moved his fingers

between my legs. I gasped from his touch, and he

snickered a little. He hadn’t touched between my folds yet,

and only, gently ran his fingers on my smooth lips.

“Do you want me to touch you, Morgan?” he

rasped.

Yes, please, touch me. Now!

“No,” I spouted out in a hateful tone.

He snorted again. “I think you do,” he said and

took his thumb and forefinger and opened me up, still not

touching me. I was afraid that he could see the throbbing

that was begging for attention.

He stood back up and kissed me lightly, circled

me, and kissed my neck again. I was begging myself with

everything in me to keep it together. He might be able to

make me do what he wanted, but he couldn’t make me

enjoy it. I tried to tell myself that I wasn’t enjoying it, and

I didn’t want him touching me, but I was quickly losing the

battle.

Stupid fucker probably has a little dick that he

can’t even get up. Why else would he have to buy a wife?

Holly shit…maybe not.

He thrust his hips into my naked backside, and I

could feel his not so small erection.