Underestimated Too

by Jettie Woodruff

  I decided to play this pissed off role too, not sure if I was safer that way or just apologizing my ass off. I stormed past Drew, turning his shoulder with mine, and stomped toward the kitchen.

  “What the hell, Morgan?” Drew asked, following me.

  I glared at him, feigning anger when in truth, I wanted to just come out and ask him, tell him that I’d found a key. “You tell me, Drew,” I barked, taking Nicholas and sitting him in his highchair with a hand full of cheerios.

  “Give me your phone,” he demanded with an open palm.

  I took my phone from the pocket in my purse and slammed it on the countertop with a pissed off expression. That time wasn’t fake. I was pissed.

  “Is there a problem, Morgan?” he asked, opening the screen on my smartphone.

  “Nope, go ahead Drew. Read my text messages, see who I called, see who called me, see if I give a fuck,” I nonchalantly gestured with a nod.

  Drew was around to my side of the island in a split second, speaking down, inches from my face. “Maybe you need a timeout, Morgan. Maybe you need a few days of isolation, get your shit together, timeout. Is that what you need? You need a break from society for a few days?” he threatened through gritted teeth.

  “Maybe I do,” I argued, giving it right back to him. “Maybe I need to take my son and give you the fucking timeout. I’m tired, Drew. I can’t live like this anymore. I don’t need you to be my fucking keeper. You can take all your lies, your secrets, your dominating self and shove them clear up your ass,” I yelled, shoving him backwards. Oh, my god. I just shoved Drew. He was going to kill me.

  “You need to stop, Morgan. You need to stop right this second,” Drew quietly spoke in my ear after grabbing and turning me into the refrigerator. Holding my arm high in the center of my back, I tried to move away from him. I couldn’t, he lifted my arm higher, causing too much pain for me to do anything.

  “Let go of me, Drew,” I demanded.

  “Are you going to settle down? You’re acting like this in front of your son. He’s sitting right there watching you. How does that make you feel, Morgan?”

  “Drew, let go of my arm.”

  “Stop acting like a lunatic.”

  “Really? You’re calling me crazy?” I asked, vehemently. How dare he.

  “Okay, okay, let’s stop this,” Drew said, softening his grip and turning me to face him.

  I didn’t look at him. I looked passed him.

  “I think we should spend some time in my office. You seem to have forgotten where your place is here,” Drew whispered, kissing my neck and grinding into me with an already noticeable erection.

  “I don’t want you to touch me,” I whispered in the same way, mimicking his tone.

  “You two going to get it on right here in the kitchen, in front of Nicky,” Marta interrupted, carrying a sack of groceries.

  “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 straight
en 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.

  Chapter 19

  “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.

  ‘Holy fuck, dude,’ Derik exclaimed, watching my striking, beautiful wife descend the stairs.

  She was wearing a red gown, slit clear up her right leg with skin showing well below her breasts. I had to shake my own head and remind myself that she was nothing, that she didn’t mean anything
to me.”

  “Do you remember that day, Morgan?” Deidra asked, noticing the small smile, I was trying to hide.

  “Yes, I remember it well. Drew actually had to pick up his jaw when he saw me,” I grinned at Drew.

  He smiled back, with half a smile.

  Why was I so in love with this man?

  Drew resumed his story, “Grabbing her elbow and shoving her in front of me, I demanded, ‘Let’s go.’ Unable to keep from looking at her ass as she moved to the back seat, my eyebrows rose. I was glad Skyler was out of town. I closed the glass between Derik and the backseat. I guess that was a little trait picked up from Michael too. He liked privacy and made it known that his business was his business. Morgan scooted closer to the door, afraid that I was going to touch her, I presume. I wasn’t, not yet anyway.”

  “That’s exactly why I scooted away, but you smelled amazing,” I teased.

  Drew smiled and continued his narration, “I gave Morgan instructions on how to act for the night, ‘You don’t speak one word here. Do you understand?’ Morgan nodded so I continued. ‘If Mr. Callaway speaks to you, you’re to say nothing but yes or no.’

  ‘Mr. Callaway?’

  ‘Yes, he’ll be the one in a wheelchair, older gentleman. Just smile a lot and stay by my side. Do not answer any questions that you know nothing about. If he asks if you’re happy and have everything you need your answer is to be yes. You got it?’

  ‘Who is he?’

  ‘Don’t worry about who he is. Follow my orders, Morgan or you’ll be sorry,’ I warned with a patronizing threat. She didn’t reply. She was too flabbergasted by the Vegas strip, the mesmerizing lights, and the multitude of people, bringing the city to life.”

  “I was mesmerized that night. I remember feeling so excited to be in Las Vegas. It was a dream come true. Well, not really, it was more of a dream come Drew,” I decided. It wasn’t like Drew was ever going to let me explore the city. He still wouldn’t let me do that.