Underestimated Too

by Jettie Woodruff

  “I’m not sure we should have this conversation. I am still your therapist.”

  “So, why don’t you have someone? Are you gay too?” Jesus, Morgan. It must have been the wine. I was being a little bold.

  Deidra laughed again. “Are we going to the bar or not?” she asked, evading my question.

  “I better not, Drew would have a massive heart attack.”

  “Come on. What’s he going to do? Not talk to you? He’ll get over it. We won’t stay long,” Alicia begged.

  I wasn’t afraid of Drew not talking to me. That was the least of my worries. If that’s all it was, I’d go in a heartbeat without hesitation. That wasn’t the case with Drew. “One drink,” I caved. One drink couldn’t hurt. I still wouldn’t lie to him and tell him we went to a movie. I would tell him the truth.

  We did walk across the street to the mid-sized bar, drank one drink, and then one more. I did step into the bathroom to check on Nicholas. He was sound asleep. Marta was ecstatic that I was out having a good time, and she encouraged me to stay out as long as I wanted. Drew’s seven missed calls didn’t go unnoticed. I wasn’t calling him back, not yet anyway. I didn’t want him to hear the pop band, playing in the background.

  By the time the three of us got good and drunk it was nearly two in the morning. I hadn’t even realized it was that late, or that I was that drunk.

  “Oh, my god. It’s almost two in the morning,” I exclaimed, retrieving my phone to check the time. The nine calls from Drew didn’t go unnoticed, neither did the twelve text messages and five voicemails.

  The cab dropped me first since I was the closest. I was drunk. I’m not sure I have ever been that drunk before. Deidra and Alicia laughed at me when I couldn’t find one of my shoes. I never did find that shoe. I left the one that I did have in the car. What was I going to do with one shoe?

  Marta was still up and opened the door for me.

  “Marta, I lost my shoe. Where do you think it could be?” I slurred.

  “I take you had a good time? That makes me very happy, however, your husband has called here at least ten times.”

  “I’m home now, Drew. See me?” I waved to the camera over the stairs as Marta helped me ascend them. My cellphone rang from my handbag. Stumbling up the stairs I laughed, trying to retrieve it and walk at the same time.

  “I’m good now, thanks, Marta,” I said, plopping to my bed and answering my phone.

  “Hi, lover.”

  “Do you have any idea what time it is?”

  “Yes, no, well, maybe. What time is it, Drew?” I slurred, then laughed.

  “It’s almost three in the morning.”

  “Oh, I better get to sleep. Nicky will be up soon.”

  “Morgan, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

  “I’m just going to lay here for a second. I’ll call you back in a minute,” I decided, feeling sleep—or passing out, more like it—overtake my body. I dropped my phone to my side, vaguely hearing Drew call my name.

  Chapter 23

  My head was going to explode. What is that ringing? It sounded like it was echoing inside my head. Oh lord. Jumping up, I ran to the bathroom, covering my mouth with my hand, making it just in time.

  Sitting on the floor, I heard my phone ringing from my bed again. , I couldn’t feel like this today. My mother and Caroline would be here in the afternoon. What the hell did I do? Ignoring my phone that was starting to piss me off, I washed my face and brushed my teeth. It was almost ten in the morning. I couldn’t believe I slept that late. Nicholas had been up for two hours, and I never even heard him. Thank god for Marta. What would I do without her?

  “Jesus, Drew,” I finally answered. “Can you give me time to get my balance?” I asked, rubbing my aching head. I needed drugs, very strong pain killing drugs.

  “Do you have any idea how many times I have called you in the last twelve hours?” he furiously asked. “Do you have any idea how many times you answered me?”

  “What do you want? I’m not feeling the best right now.”

  “You know what I want. It’s a good damn thing I am in New York, or you’d see firsthand what I want.”

  “Yeah, okay, whatever. I’m going to hang up now. I kind of have a headache.”

  “Don’t you dare hang up on me, Morgan.”

  “Why, Drew, because you’re going to treat me like I’m ten and tell me how much trouble I’m in?”

  “Oh, you have no idea how much trouble you’re in. I want to be there so bad right now, you don’t even know.”

  “Great, well, what would you like for me to do? You want me to sit around here all day, worrying about how much trouble I am in? I don’t want to do that. My mom is coming today. I’ll talk to you later. I’m going to find my son and something for this headache.”

  “Morgan, so help me if you hang—”

  Click

  That wasn’t going to be good. I just hung up on Drew. Nobody hung up on Drew. I should care. I tried to care. I just didn’t. I was over it. I had more fun than I’d had in a long time with Deidra and Alicia. I did nothing wrong and Drew Kelley could go to hell. I didn’t care.

  That was easier said than done. I did worry the entire day. Even after my mind was occupied with my mother and Caroline, I still worried. At least he had time to cool down. Surely he wouldn’t react with my family being there.

  Alicia came over with Vince and the baby in the afternoon. Caroline and Vince played in the pool. My mother made a big fuss over Nicholas, and I barely even got to hold him. I worried about Drew even more after Marta and my mother prepared lunch for all of us. Handing Nicky over to my mom, I walked away to answer my husband’s call.

  “Hey,” I answered with a lot nicer tone than I had earlier.

  Drew’s tone wasn’t any better. He was pissed. “We’ll be home around seven.”

  “Tonight? I thought you weren’t coming until tomorrow.”

  “Change of plans, my love. I’ll see you tonight.”

  “Great, I’m looking forward to it,” I halfheartedly replied.

  “I’m sure you are. I see you later.”

  It would be fine. He wouldn’t do anything with company, and he’d left worrying about me leaving him. He wasn’t going to hurt me. Just relax Morgan. It’s fine.

  That wasn’t easy. I tried my best to stay engaged with my company, go over last minute details for Nicky’s first birthday party, followed up on the decorators and caterer. Alicia left around six, wanting to be home when Celeste arrived. Caroline, Nicky, my mom, and Marta settled in the living room with a Disney movie. I left them for a much needed bath, wanting to look nice for when Drew arrived in one more hour. UGH!!! I was so nervous.

  Standing in front of the mirror, I applied makeup and a spritz of perfume. I hadn’t even had time to dress yet when I jumped, startled.

  “You look edible,” Drew said from the door with crossed arms.

  “Hi,” I said turning to him.

  “Hello. Come here.”

  Damn, he looked edible too. When he wrapped me in his arms, I breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn’t mad.

  “I missed you.”

  “I missed you too,” I countered, kissing his lips.

  “Did you? I’m not sure you did. I’m thinking you had quite a bit of fun without me. Am I right, Morgan?” he asked with a look that I knew all too well.

  “I did have fun, but I still missed you. Don’t do this, Drew. I didn’t do anything wrong.”

  “You didn’t? That’s funny because I’m not really seeing it that way,” he taunted, circling me and sliding my black robe off my shoulders. Kissing my bare shoulder with his hot lips, I closed my eyes, sucked in unavailable air as I leaned into his chest. “What’s the matter, Morgan? You want to be punished?” Drew asked, running his hand over my naked ass.

  Jesus Christ. And there goes my traitor pussy, throbbing like it has its own mind or something. What the fuck was wrong with me? Deidra wasn’t doing shit to fix this fucked-upness. Yes
. I wanted punishment. I wanted to be punished right that second.

  “Answer me, Morgan,” Drew demanded, twisting my nipple between his fingers and kissing my neck with his ridiculous hot breath.

  “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?”