Underestimated Too (27 page)

“Yes,” I managed. I’m not sure who was more screwed
in the head: him or me.

I had to secure myself by placing my hand on the
doorway when Drew, slowly moved his hand around my hip, up my stomach, and
right to my sex. I felt him snicker on my skin when I cocked my leg a little,
wanting the contact. He didn’t give it to me. He ran his hand along my groin,
over my lips, smoothly avoiding my throbbing clit. , I wanted him to touch me.
That was punishment enough right there.

“Get dressed. We have company,” he whispered,
tantalizing words to my oversensitive skin. I dropped my arm and the cock in my
leg when he walked around me and right out the door. What the hell?

The rest of the night was nothing short of torture.
Drew and I stared ridiculous lustful stares all night. Even when he was holding
Nicky, playing with him, he looked at me through narrowed eyes, staring
electrical sensations right through me. Even when he was carrying on a
conversation with my mother or Caroline, he was looking at me.

Taking Nicky from him around eight thirty, I lowered
him for kisses from my mother to Caroline, Marta, and then Drew. He lunged at
Drew when I lowered him for his goodnight kiss. Drew took him and stood. Shit.
I didn’t want him to go upstairs with me yet. It was too early to leave our
company for the night, and I’d already promised Caroline that I’d play Wii with
her.

“You putting him to bed?” I tried persuading him.

“We’re putting him to bed,” Drew demanded.

Well, shit.

Running water for Nicholas’s bath, I smiled,
watching Drew play with him, standing him on the sink in front of the mirror.
His laugh erupted like a volcano when Drew tossed him towards his reflection.

Settling on the toilet to watch our little guy play
in the water for a bit, I sat between Drew’s legs. He brushed my hair from my
shoulder to my back while my fingers caressed his leg. I was very close to the
point of no return. I wanted my husband in a bad way. His fingers on my skin,
my collarbone and my neck didn’t help much. I wanted his hands all over me. I
didn’t want to play Wii with Caroline.

Oh, my god, he was not going to play fair. I figured
that out when I came to my knees, wanting, no, needing him to kiss me. He
turned his head, kissing me lightly on the cheek.

“You’re driving me crazy,” I whispered to his neck,
letting my fingers dance on the hair at the base of his neck.

“You think you didn’t drive me crazy while you were
out half the night? You think I want my wife and the mother of my son whoring
around in bars while I am out working?”

“Drew, that is not what I was doing, and you know
it.”

“Bathe Nicholas,” he ordered, removing my hands from
around his neck.

He definitely wasn’t playing fair. I knelt over the
tub and bathed Nicholas while my husband moved in behind me, ran his hands over
my ass, under my shirt and over the thin satin in my bra. I was sure I could
have come through my pants if he would have touched me, given me just a little
attention where I needed it.

“You have to stop,” I panted, coming to an upright
position and leaning into his chest. That didn’t help. He grinded his erection
into my back, torturing me more.

“I’m calling the shots. I’ll decide when I need to
stop. You’re in for a very long night, love.” And just like that, Drew was on
his feet and gone. Damn it.

“You’re daddy drives me crazy,” I cooed to Nicky.

“I heard that,” Drew called before I heard the door
shut.

Nicky and I read
The Lost Teddy Bear
while
rocking in his room. Nicholas didn’t make it to find out where the little boy
had lost it. He was out after three pages. I kissed him lightly and laid him in
his crib. 

Closing the door, I stopped, seeing Drew leaning
against the wall, ankles crossed with a steel gaze. Jesus. This was going to be
a long night. He was playing with me. He was the cat and I was the mouse.

“Come here,” he demanded.

“I can’t. You’re driving me crazy.”

“Why?” he asked, taking one step, closing the
distance between us. Drew didn’t give me time to answer before he was shoving
his tongue halfway down my throat. We stood in the hall, making out while his
warm hands fondled my back and ribs. I moaned in his mouth, dropped my head for
his lips to find my neck and breathed crazy, erratic breaths.

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you, Morgan?”

“Yes,” I panted. , yes.

“Is your pussy wet?”

“I’m sure of it.”

“Jesus, Morgan. You have no idea what you do to me,
how much I want you, and how much I fucking love you. You can never do what you
did last night again. Do you understand me?”

I would have told the man anything he wanted to hear
at that moment. I would have followed him through the gates of hell, drove his
getaway car, kissed his feet, I was that into this man. The logical part of my
brain stopped working— well, a long time ago—but more so as the tormenting
evening continued. I loved my mom and my little sister, but I really just
wanted to be alone with my husband.

“Yes, Drew. I won’t,” I promised.

I did forget about my night with Drew for a while
when I started playing the video game with Caroline. I loved that kid, although
she did kick my ass in tennis, bowling, and even Sponge Bog. We all laughed
extremely hard when we danced to Zumba. Even Drew was laughing. That was a good
sign, I hoped. It was nearly eleven before Drew dismissed himself to shower and
I followed not long after.

I stopped, dead in my tracks upon entering our room.
Drew was naked, stroking himself on our bed. My eyes moved from his pumping
hand to his glacial eyes.

“You like what you see?” he asked with a cold edgy
tone. My mouth suddenly went dry. I knew the attitude; it excited and scared me
at the same time. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” I replied, reverting my eyes back to his rock
hard cock in his hand. I most certainly liked what I saw. I’d been thinking
about it all day.

“Good, take your clothes off.”

Undressing, I stood naked, waiting for instructions.

“Let me see your pussy.”

“Where?” I asked, not understanding his half ass
directions. This was going to be a long night. Drew wanted to play.

“Did I say to go anywhere? Right there. Spread your
pussy lips and show me your pussy.”

“Stop,” Drew said in a sultry tone when I spread
myself, running my fingers up my throbbing clit. “Did I say you could touch it?
I said spread your lips and show me. I didn’t say a word about touching it, did
I?”

“DID I?” he said more forcefully.

“No,” I answered, standing in front of him,
spreading myself and halting all movement. Damn it. He was touching himself.
And oh, did I like the show.

Drew nodded towards his rock hard cock. This wasn’t
my first play date with Drew. I knew what it meant. I went to him, and started
to lean over, placing his cock in my mouth. Drew stopped me by holding a fist
full of hair.

“You want that in your mouth?”

“Hmm. Mmm,” I moaned. I did want it in my mouth.

“Get on your knees where you belong. You’re going to
learn that there is one leader in this relationship. Who is it Morgan,” Drew
asked as I dropped to my knees.

“You, Drew.”

“And when are you going to leave this house without
asking again?” Drew asked as he coated my lips with pre-come still holding my
hair.

“Never,” I submissively replied, tasting his sweet
and salty liquid.

“That’s right. If you want to go to a bar it’ll be with
me. Understood?”

I moaned, trying to say yes as Drew cut me off,
shoving his dick to the back of my throat. We continued this for some time
until Drew was getting too close. He wasn’t going to finish that quick. I knew
it.

“I need you to bend over the bed, Morgan,” Drew
requested in an almost desperate tone. I did as I was told, keeping my feet
planted on the floor.

“No, Drew,” I stood when he got his belt. I could
take the spankings, I sort of liked his hand imprinting my ass, not the belt.
The belt hurt too much.

“Morgan, please. I need you to do this for me,” he
begged, pulling me to his bare chest, burying his face in my hair.

“Drew, the belt hurts too much,” I pleaded.

“I know, baby, but it doesn’t last. The welts will
be gone by morning. You know they will. Please, Morgan. I need to do this.”

“You need to punish me,” I said in more of a
statement than a question. Drew was fighting something that Deidra hadn’t
uncovered. I wasn’t sure she ever would.

“This is so fucked up, Drew.”

“I know it is. I’m sorry. Bend over.” He nodded.

Of course he had to go and slip his finger deep
inside my pussy, spreading my wetness to my clitoris, causing me to instantly
moan. Jesus, I wanted to come. Stiffening and grasping the covers beneath me, I
waited, knowing what was coming when he backed away.

“You know I love you, don’t you, Morgan?”

“Yes, AHHHH!” I yelled, feeling the instant sting on
my ass. Drew rubbed it away with his soft hand. Mother—that hurt.

“You can’t go to bars without me,” he warned,
stepping back again.

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t, knowing what was
coming.

It’s a good damn thing our house was so well-built
and soundproof. I yelled on every thrash, calming every time Drew soothed the
sting with his hand. Finally, after being whipped six times by Drew’s leather
belt, he stopped. Thank god. I wasn’t sure I could take anymore. My ass was on
fire and felt like it was bleeding. I knew it wasn’t, but I could feel the
welts swell up, painting a picture of fine stripes across both cheeks.

“You’re such a good girl, Morgan,” Drew
complimented, rubbing the burn. This was the part that was really fucked up. I
was hurting, the stinging in my ass was on fire, and yet as soon as his fingers
found my nub, my body instantly reacted with pleasure and pain that I can’t
describe. “You want me to fuck your pussy?”

“Hmmm, yes,” I moaned, writhing my hips into his
fingers.

“Roll over.”

Rolling over, I felt the discomfort of the covers on
my newly assaulted ass. I forgot about it pretty quick. Drew pulled me towards
him and ran the head of his cock up and down my wet throbbing pussy. I called
out in pleasure, watching him apply pressure and circle my swollen nub with his
cock. There was just something about Drew holding his hardness in his hand,
pressing it firmly into my pussy that did something to me. I loved it. I loved
the lustful look as he watched, and I loved the feeling of us becoming one.
Drew slid deep into me, holding my hips and hissing through his teeth.

“Fuck, Morgan,” he called. “I need you to roll over.”

“Why? I like it like this.”

“I need to see your ass.”

Flipping over, I wondered what he meant. I had a
good hunch that it meant he needed to see the welts he’d freshly added to my
ass. I was sure that’s what he meant when he commented on it, or at least
that’s how I took it, anyway.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he remarked, rubbing
my sore ass. I saw the look in his eyes through the mirror. He had a brooding,
doleful look while staring at what I could imagine my ass looked like. I wanted
to come so badly that I couldn’t take it anymore. I moved my fingers to my
throbbing nub, taking matters in my own hand. Drew grabbed it, shoved my face
to the mattress, and held both my hands behind my back.

“Do you think you’re going to come, Morgan?” he
asked, conducting himself with more force, thrusting deep in and out of me. If
he kept that up, I was going to come regardless. Drew fucked me from behind for
as long as I think he could take it before moving on.

“Get on the floor.”

“All fours,” he added when I stayed erect on my
knees. I could hear the packet being opened and knew that he was about to put
it in my ass, then rip off the condom, and have me swallow him.

“Spread yourself,” he ordered. I hated and loved
this tone at the same time. Call me fucked up, call him fucked up, call us both
fucked up, it is what it is, and I didn’t see anyone
fixing
us.

Doing as I was told, I spread myself, feeling the
welts with my own hands. Those would not be gone by morning. I was sure of it.
I felt the cool gel hit my puckered hole and then Drew’s finger penetrating my
ass. I would never know this man’s fascination with my ass, but was sure it
would always be there, no doubt in my mind. Drew took no mercy when he replaced
his finger with his dick. Normally he eased himself in, giving me ample time to
get used to his size. He didn’t do that. He forcefully moved in, crouching
down, and fucked me.

I wasn’t going to come. I was sure of that too. Drew
grunted, moaned, and hissed. Taking me rough, fast, and hard until he was spent
past the point of return.

“Come here,” he breathed heavily, removing the
condom. Holding the bottom of my chin, he slid into my mouth with quick, short
strokes. “Open up,” he rasped, pulling out and stroking himself off. Moaning,
the first bout hit my tongue and then my lips. Drew kept my mouth open by
holding down on my tongue with his dick, not letting me swallow at all. My
lips, tongue, and mouth was covered in his poison, just like he wanted.