Underestimated (38 page)

and it was rather warm in my room.

I tried to power it on, and it was dead. I looked in

the drawer for the charger and had just gotten it plugged in

when Drew was there. He took it out of my hand like he

knew that I had it. I looked at him confused, not knowing

what to say.

“You shouldn’t read this yet, too much eye

movement,” he smiled.

“How did you know I even had it,” I asked with a

bit more attitude than I meant to expose.

“I didn’t know that you had it. I was just coming to

ask you if you wanted to go for a walk around the

property.”

“Is that something that we used to do?” I asked,

calming down from my accusations of I didn’t know what.

“Yes, all the time, as soon as the sun was down.”

“Sure,” I replied with a smile. It was only ten

o’clock, and I wasn’t really tired anyway. It was obvious

that he wasn’t going to let me read, so I figured I may, as

well.

He shook his head amused when I put on the socks

and sneakers.

“You stop it,” I said, knowing what he was

thinking. I was flirting. Yup, that was what I was doing.

Drew held my hand as we walked around the

property. I let him, and although I couldn’t remember

being in love with him before. I could see myself falling in

love with him all over again.

“What do you do exactly, Drew?” I asked.

“You mean for work?”

“Yeah, I mean you obviously do something that

pays very well.”

He snickered a little. “Diamonds, beautiful

diamonds, I have fifteen stores and just purchased three

more that were getting ready to go under. I have been

patiently waiting for months for them to go under enough to

swoop in and take the burden off their hands with an

exceptionally low price.”

“Did they want to sell?”

“No, but they didn’t really have a choice. My

stores were overpowering them.”

“That’s kind of sad,” I decided out loud.

“That is business,” he replied. He stopped me by

pulling my hand. I spun right into his chest.

I was terrified to look up. I knew that he wanted to

kiss me. Did I want to kiss him? I wasn’t sure, but I was

about to find out. He lifted my chin with his hand and

parted my lips with his tongue.

I pulled myself up on the tips of my toes to get

closer to his lips. I did want to kiss him, and his kiss was

shooting streams of fireworks right to my groin. I wrapped

my arms around his neck, and he pulled me closer. He ran

one hand up the back of my shirt, and the other one through

my hair and to the back of my neck, of course I moaned in

his mouth.

Drew kissed me like that in the dark night of the

back yard for, I didn’t know how long. I could feel his

girth on my stomach. It made me moan again.

“Sleep in my bed tonight,” he whispered, to my

lips.

Was I ready for that? My vagina was telling me

that I was. It wasn’t like I had never had sex with the man

for God’s sake. What was I worried about.

I didn’t answer and Drew led me back to the house

by my hand. What the hell was wrong with me? Did I

forget how to have sex too? I was sure I could keep up, but

there was something that I just couldn’t put a finger on that

scared the hell out of me.

Drew led me right to his room and moved me to

his bed. He slid off my sneakers and socks. He ran his

hands up my bare legs and told me to lie back. I did, and

he removed my shorts and panties. He pulled me back up

and helped me out of my braless shirt. I couldn’t breathe.

He was moving too fast. I wasn’t used to this and wasn’t

sure what to do. I didn’t have to worry about it. Drew took

control and instructively told me what to do.

All of a sudden I was scared. The look on his face

instantly changed, and I was staring into the eyes of Satan.

“Spread your legs,” he said with a tone that I

didn’t like. I didn’t do it.

I trembled when he did it himself. What was he

doing? Why was he making me feel this way? Shouldn’t he

be holding me in his arms, telling me that he loved me, and

it was okay?”

That was the first night that I caught a glimpse or a

vision. I wasn’t sure what the hell it was, but it scared the

hell out of me.

Drew ran his fingers up my slippery folds. My

eyes closed, and I felt faint.

“Do you want to come, Morgan?” he asked in a

voice that was familiar. I just didn’t know why it sounded

familiar.

How the hell was I supposed to answer that? Of

course, I wanted to come. I wanted to come the moment he

touched me down there. He leaned on one elbow beneath

me as his fingers did extraordinary things to me. I was so

close. I was right there ready to climax when the image

flashed through my mind. It was Drew. He hit me across

the face with the back of his hand, and I heard his angry

tone.

“I told you not to come,” the voice echoed through

my mind, and just like that it was gone.

It was enough though. It was enough to scare the

living hell right out of me. I quickly sat up.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, shocked as I grabbed

my clothes and started pulling them on.

“I don’t know what it is. Something.” I assured

him.

He softly took me in his arms. “Morgan?” he said.

“Did you hit me, Drew?” I asked, looking up to

him. I had to.

“What?” he asked like I was crazy. “No. I never

hit you. Why would you ask something like that?”

“I just had a quick image of you hitting me.”

“Baby, I’m sure it’s just your mind playing tricks

on you. Come back to bed with me.”

“I can’t,” I admitted, pulling on my shorts. “I’m not

ready for this.”

I left him and headed back upstairs to my own safe

room, but it didn’t feel at all. I felt far from safe when I

closed my door. I crawled into my bed and tried to relax.

Why did I just see Drew hit me? It was so real. Was it my

subconscious? Did he really hit me? I was probably just

being over sensitive. It was probably nothing. I let my

mind drift off to what was about to happen in his bed. I

knew that I was still wet and more than ready as I recalled

his fingers doing what they were doing.

Before I knew it my own hands were inside of my

panties, pleasing myself. It felt strange. I almost felt like

he was watching me for some reason. I knew that it was

crazy and was probably just in my over active

imagination.

“Stop,” I heard Drew whisper right beside my bed.

I did stop. I tried to conspicuously remove my

hand without him knowing that it was there. How

embarrassing was that? Did he know? Why was he telling

me to stop?

I stared at him with wide eyes as he removed the

covers and ran his hand up my leg. He didn’t look at my

face and again slid me out of my shorts. I was frozen. I

couldn’t move. Twice now I had been on the brink of

orgasm. I wanted to stop him, but I didn’t want to stop

him. I wondered what the chances of him taking care of me

and not making me have sex with him were.

I could tell that he was trying exceedingly hard to

be attentive with me, but for some reason he was fighting

something. I just couldn’t figure out what it was. The

expressions changed rapidly from patient and loving to

vengeance and hate. What the hell was his problem? I

didn’t stop him again. I didn’t have the control. I had a

need that was dying to be filled.

He didn’t let me come. Every time I would get

close he would stop. I wanted to come so bad I could taste

it. What the hell was his problem? The third time that I

was close, and he knew it, he stopped again. He took my

leg and twisted it over my body so that I was half on my

stomach. I wanted to protest, but when I felt his fingers

slide my juices from the front of me all the way to the

back, I couldn’t. I was aroused, scared, and exposed, and

all I could do was lay there and let him have his way. I

knew then that he was the leader in the bedroom. I just

wasn’t sure how I felt about it. I obviously liked it. I did

marry him almost eight years before.

I wasn’t sure how I felt again when I felt his finger

penetrating my anus. I mean. I thought I liked it, but I didn’t

know if I was reacting out of fear or arousal. I grabbed the

sheet and squeezed it into my fist as I felt him slide his

finger into me. The other one had been dancing on my clit

up until that time. He moved it and used his hand to spread

me more as his finger penetrated me, slowly in and out. I

would have to say that it felt better when his finger was

massaging my clitoris, but I still didn’t stop him. I

couldn’t.

I almost panicked when I heard his zipper being

slid down. I wanted to protest and stop him, but it was

almost like I was afraid of him. Why would I be afraid of

him?

I couldn’t believe it. Our first time making love in

who knew how long and he thought that he was going to

put it in my ass? I don’t think so.

That was exactly what he did and I let him. He

brought his knees to the bed and spread me as much as he

could. As soon as I felt his finger slide out I felt the head

of him trying to enter me, I had to protest.

“Drew,” I said, trying to stop him.

“Shhhh,” he countered as he moved in a little

more. “I’ll let you come too, don’t worry.”

What? Why would I worry? That vision suddenly

became so real.

“Give me your hand,” he requested.

I reached my hand to his. I thought he wanted to

hold it, to reassure me. He wanted me to hold myself open

for him so that he could put his hands on the bed to the

sides of me and move in and out of me more forcefully.

This wasn’t what I had in mind for our first time. He did

hold true to his word. He moved into an upright position,

pulling me with him and placed his thumb back to my core

as he pulled me toward him. I called out in agonizing

pleasure as he shoved deep into my ass and released his

own satisfaction.

“God, I missed you,” he whimpered, pulled

himself out of me, kissed me on the head and left.

What the fuck?

What just happened here? I felt violated, hurt,

confused, and dirty. I jumped in the shower and scrubbed

every inch of him off of me. I didn’t love that man. I could

never love someone like him. Did I? No. No. I couldn’t

love him. It was impossible.

I spent the better part of the next day in my room,

afraid to face him after what had happened the night

before. He sent a tray up with the cook, and I ate in my

room. I felt like I was sinking into a hole, some sort of

depression. I sat in the chair by the window and stared out

blankly trying to figure out where I belonged. I didn’t feel

like it was there at all.

Around one in the afternoon, I heard a knock on my

door. When I opened it there was a lady carrying a bag. I

had forgotten all about the dinner party that I was attending

with Drew. I didn’t want to go. I wanted to go somewhere,

but not there with him.

“I’m here to take care of your hair for the night.

Are you ready?”

I didn’t need anyone to take care of my hair. I

could take care of it myself. Did Drew send her?

Of course, I let her in, and we moved to the vanity.

She did my hair and makeup, taking almost two hours. My

butt hurt so badly from sitting, and I squirmed trying to

ease the discomfort.

I followed her to the door and then headed to

Drew’s office.

I was stoned stupid when I stood outside listening

to the conversation between him and Derik.

“She’s not your little slave anymore. I’m telling

you, she is going to make trouble,” I heard Derik say.

“Don’t worry, my friend. I will have her back to

knowing who her master is in no time flat.”

I walked quickly past the door and into the kitchen

with Marta, the cook.

“Can I get a cup of coffee?” I asked. My hair and

makeup was done beautifully, and all I needed to do was

pull on my dress. I didn’t want to go anywhere with Drew.

I felt sick. Slave? Master? What did that mean? Why can’t

I remember? I really need to remember. Something

dreadful happened there. I could feel it.