Underestimated

by Jettie Woodruff

  “You just sound like you were running or something.”

  I slowed the pace of my fingers, knowing exactly what was causing my over exerted breathing.

  “I’m fine, just went to bed.”

  “I just wanted to make sure you were okay after what happened.”

  “You mean, you kissing me?”

  Dawson laughed. “Yeah that.”

  I snickered a little too. “I’m fine, but I would advise you to keep your distance from me, sheriff. I’m kind of fucked up in the head, and it’s probably something that you don’t want to deal with.”

  “What does that mean, Ry?”

  “Nothing that I can talk to you about.”

  “You can’t or you won’t?”

  “Both.”

  “You can talk to me, Riley. You’re not going to scare me away.”

  “Hmm, you don’t know what you are saying. Trust me.”

  “Tell me.”

  “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, Dawson,” I said, not so much that I didn’t want to talk to him, but I had another project manifesting, and I was dying to finish it.

  “Good night, Ry.”

  “Night, sheriff.”

  I continued to please myself and was moaning in pleasure moments later.

  I actually slept with no bad dreams. Maybe release was what I needed.

  I woke to Lauren yelling from my kitchen too early the next morning.

  “I’m eating the pizza,” she called.

  Why the hell did I give her a key?

  I brushed my teeth and met her in the kitchen, still feeling tired. I knew I could have slept for at least another two hours when I saw that the time was only seven in the morning.

  “I want a new friend, one that can sleep in,” I pouted, sitting at the table.

  Lauren brought me a cup of coffee. She had been there longer than I thought. She kissed me on the cheek from behind.

  “You love me, and you know it.”

  I groaned. “Yeah, yeah,” I said, sipping the coffee.

  Lauren hung around, watching television for a couple of hours. She decided she had to go when Dawson showed up, unannounced.

  “Call me later,” she said and bounced her happy ass across the yard.

  “That girl is way over ardent,” Dawson said, walking in. He had been home and showered, replacing his uniform with jeans and a t-shirt.

  Dawson and I spent the entire day together. He didn’t mention our kiss, nor did he kiss me all day. We walked along the beach, and he did reach for my hand, entwining our fingers. I thought about Drew touching me, and could only remember a few times that he had ever held my hand, and it was just for show for his dinner parties.

  Dawson left around ten, tired from working the night shift. I actually didn’t want him to leave. I wanted more than the kiss that he was going to leave me with. I needed more. I was so used to the sex that Drew and I shared for six years. I was having a harder time not having it than I thought I would.

  I again went to bed and pleased myself, thinking about Drew. I hated him. I never loved him, and here I was miles away, fantasizing about sex with him.

  Our second sex encounter had come the very next morning, or I should say his sex encounter. I was being punished. He wasn’t about to let me have any pleasure.

  He came into my room the next morning carrying his laptop. I was still sleeping when he sat on the side of the bed. I jumped to a sitting position.

  “I thought that I made it clear that you weren’t allowed to touch yourself, Morgan,” he said, running the back of his hand down my cheek.

  I flinched and pulled away from his touch. “I didn’t,” I lied. I thought that he wouldn’t be able to notice if he was watching. I had lain on my stomach and used the weight of my body to control the movement of my arm.

  He turned the laptop so that we could both see it. You couldn’t tell that I was doing anything, not until my hips thrust into my fingers. The look on my face as I came was undeniable, and the soft moan, that was abundantly clear, made it impossible to deny.

  I looked up to his dark eyes, and he wore the same smirk. “You know that I am going to punish you for this, don’t you?”

  I didn’t answer.

  He moved my covers back and told me to get up.

  I listened, afraid not to.

  He raised my nightgown and rubbed my silky panties, covering my butt. He pulled them down just below my cheeks and rubbed soft and gentle.

  “I am going to spank you, Morgan,” he rasped.

  What the fuck?

  My eyes darted quickly to his, and I hated the constant smirk that he wore.

  “Bend over my lap,” he said, pushing himself back on the bed a little.

  My heart began to pick up instantly. I was afraid not to listen just as much as I was afraid to listen.

  He pulled my arm and I was over his lap, resting my top half on the bed. At first he just rubbed my back side and then I felt three very quick slaps that promptly stung. He rubbed my butt again, causing, satisfying relief before repeating his steps three more times. The fourth time while he rubbed away the pain, I tensed, waiting for the next swat. He didn’t hit me again, and instead ran his hand up the folds of my vagina.

  Oh, sweet pleasure.

  “Your pussy is wet. You like getting spanked, don’t you, Morgan?”

  I didn’t know if it was a question that I was supposed to answer or if it was for his benefit only. I didn’t reply.

  “You need to answer me when I ask you a question,” he demanded.

  How the hell do I answer that?

  “Yes,” I almost moaned as his fingers teased my throbbing clit. I wondered how long he was going to keep me bent over his lap, and then his hands spread my ass cheeks, exposing my anus. I flinched when he ran my slick juices from the front all the way back to my sphincter, massaging the muscle around the opening. I could tell that he was holding me open with one hand as his fingers went back for more lubrication. I came off of his lap when I felt his finger trying to penetrate the opening of my anus.

  “What the hell are you doing?” I yelled angrily and took my second blow to the same bruised cheek. I didn’t even have time to regain my composure when I found myself across the bed on my stomach. He held my right arm on my back, bent with just enough pressure to cause pain and keep me from moving. When I tried, he pushed it higher, and I would quit trying to get away from him.

  I heard him unzip his pants with his free hand. He ran his dick up and down my folds, and I was scared out of my mind. Surely he wasn’t about to do what I thought he was about to do. He was, and he did. I felt him push inside of my anus, and I squirmed, trying to get away again. He pushed my arm higher, and the pain shot all the way around my shoulder blade as I called out.

  “Okay, okay,” I yelled, forgetting about the invasion going on below due to the fact that I thought he was going to break my arm.

  “Are you done fighting?” he asked, shoving my arm one more time.

  “Ouch, yes,” I screamed, and was instantly relieved when he let it go.

  “Are you going to touch yourself again?” he asked, rubbing himself all over my liquids.

  “No,” I promised, and I meant it.

  “Roll over and bring your legs up,” he demanded.

  I rolled to my back and watched him roll a condom down his shaft, and rub himself down with lubricant from a small bottle.

  “Hold your legs up,” he said again. “I want you to see what is going on so that you know I mean business when I tell you something.”

  I slowly pulled my knees to my chest, humiliated, knowing where he was planning on sticking his dick. Why was he so worried about me being a virgin if he wasn’t even going to use it?

  “Spread your legs,” he said when I tried to keep them together. I did what I was told as he pulled me closer to the edge of the bed.

  He had to bend a little and I felt him slide into me. I squeezed my eyes tightly closed.

  “Open your eyes,” h
e demanded and I felt him move in a little more. “Stop flexing your muscle, just relax and let me slide in.”

  That was easier said than done. It hurt. It hurt like hell, and I thought he was going to rip me apart. He was finally all the way in and started moving slowly, in and out of my ass. He brought his thumb to my clit and circled. The pain in my rectum had eased up, and it was almost pleasurable as he rubbed me with just the right amount of pressure. I wondered if he was going to let me finish, and hoped like hell that he did.

  I was so close and thought that he was going to let me finish when he stopped giving my sensitive nub the pleasure that it needed. He pumped in and out of me frantically.

  “I am going to pull out of you, and you are going to swallow me,” he said looking down at me.

  I didn’t reply. He pumped faster, and all of a sudden pulled out and slid the condom off. He pulled me up and pushed me to my knees.

  “Open your mouth,” he said, breathing heavy and stroking himself.

  I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, knowing it was in my best interest to do what he said.

  “Good girl. Open your eyes,” he said as he slid his dick into my mouth.

  I was hoping that he was going to be quick and he was ready, but he wasn’t and he fucked my mouth for at least ten minutes before I felt the pulsating down his shaft. I had a plan. I was going to take it all the way in and let it go straight down the back of my throat so that I didn’t have to taste him. He had other plans, and as soon as the first stream was expelled, he pulled out and came on my lips, moving only his head in and out of my mouth.

  I moaned into my pillow as I brought myself to ecstasy, and then lay in bed feeling like a horrible, broken person because I had just gotten off for the second night in row, thinking about Drew and his sick twisted sex rituals. I was fucked up in the head, and I didn’t want to be. I wanted to have a normal life for once in my life. I wanted the house, the job, the good friends, and the man that loved me, but I was beginning to realize that it wasn’t going to be possible for me. My whole life had been fucked up, and I didn’t know what the hell I was thinking when I thought that I could just walk away from all of it and never look back.

  I was glad to get back to work and spend my day with Starlight and my happy customers. Starlight couldn’t believe the traffic in and out all day, or the coffee and cookies that we had gone through. I sold two pictures, and three dream catchers, along with several articles of clothing to a few tourists. Starlight couldn’t believe how much foot traffic that we had for a Monday, and when I showed her how I had been doing the new system as far as closing up, doing an actual inventory, and accounting for every penny, she was overly impressed.

  The week was good, and I saw Dawson every day and sometimes in the evenings. He was off on Friday, and we ate barbecued ribs and saw a movie. He kissed me and touched me a lot more that night than he had before, and it was really starting to get to me. I had been pleasing myself, pretty much every night for the past two weeks, but it wasn’t enough and I needed more.

  “Come in,” I whispered to his lips in the car.

  “That is probably not the best idea, Ry,” he said, knowing what was going to happen if he did.

  “Yes it is,” I said, kissing him and forcing my tongue in his mouth.

  “Ry?” he said almost in a question.

  “I need you to fuck me.”

  Shit, I didn’t want to say it like that.

  His eyes opened wide, shocked at my outburst. He opened the door and came around to my side.

  “I want to take you to bed, Ry,” he spoke with me leaned against the door in front of him. “But I don’t want it to be like that.”

  I snorted, “I warned you that I wasn’t normal.”

  “You need to talk to me about it.”

  “I don’t want to talk about it, Dawson.”

  I didn’t want to talk about it. I would never want anyone to know my background let alone being married to a man that didn’t love me at all for six years. I was messed up, and there was nothing that Dawson or anyone else could do to fix me. I took his hand and pulled him toward the door.

  I found myself in a terribly awkward position when he followed me to my room. I slowly undressed in front of him and stared at him with hungry eyes. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. I had a feeling that laying down and spreading my legs wasn’t right. I didn’t think that he was the type to tower over me and make me tell him what to do to me. Drew always stayed dressed until he was ready to take me. Was that what all men did?

  What the hell am I supposed to do?

  Finally, Dawson walked to me standing naked in front of him.

  “Are you sure about this?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I said and kissed him. I needed the thoughts to stop. I needed him to take control and step by step tell me how to react to him.

  I raised his shirt and he slipped it off, toeing off his shoes. He pulled the covers back and I crawled in. I watched him take his jeans off and come to me. My eyes rolled back as I felt his fingers slide between my wet folds. I couldn’t help the moan or the thrusting of my hips into his fingers. My mind was once again was taken back in time. I tried my best to control it and keep it right there with Dawson, but I lost, and the control was once again given to Drew.

  I hadn’t seen Drew in over a month. He left for a long business trip after his introduction to my anus. I had fallen into a routine and liked living in the mansion and having servants and Rebecca waiting on me hand and foot. I loved the pool, although I waited until late evenings to swim because the Las Vegas heat was too unbearable during the day. I went for my daily ride around the property every morning and watched more television and movies than I ever had in my life. I spent two hours each day with Leo. He was there to teach me how to speak the proper English, lose the thick southern accent and acquired slang. Drew thought that it was unattractive. I didn’t mind it and I liked learning. I had never had a teacher that took interest in me. I only did what I needed to do in school. Most of the kids around there didn’t even graduate. I probably only made it because it meant that nine months of each year, I could get away from my house and my family.

  A doctor had come and given me a shot of something that Rebecca had explained was for birth control. Two weeks after that Drew came home. I didn’t know he was coming. It was almost nine at night, and I had just gotten out of the pool and entered the house as he entered the same room. His eyes scanned my body, and I pulled the towel over my midriff and breast, trying to cover my bikinied body.

  “Move the towel,” he demanded. I watched Rebecca scurry from the room.

  It was the first night that he slept with me the entire night. He directed me to get cleaned up and ready for bed, telling me that he would see me in a few minutes. I took a hot shower, and he was waiting for me when I entered the bedroom.

  “You could have left the clothes off,” he said, standing and coming to me. He slid my nightgown over my head, and smiled when he saw that I wasn’t wearing panties. I hadn’t done it for him. They were laying on the bed because I had dropped them when I picked up my night clothes. I wasn’t going to explain that part to him though.

  “You have been a very good girl. You haven’t touched yourself at all.”

  “How do you know that? You weren’t here.” I asked, boldly.

  “You are always on my laptop. It doesn’t matter where I am. I was really hoping to spank you,” he said as he kissed the corner of my mouth.

  Jesus, vagina, chill out.

  I didn’t speak. I could already feel myself becoming wet and swollen in anticipation.

  “Do you like touching yourself?”

  I moved my eyes to his and shrugged one shoulder.

  “Did you touch yourself in your little dumpy trailer back home?”

  I nodded.

  “Speak up or I am going to have to spank you.”

  “Sometimes,” I answered.

  “Show me,” he said.

  You have go
t to be kidding me.

  I didn’t move, not knowing what I was supposed to do.

  He moved me to the little sofa in the sitting area and I sat down. “Pull your legs up,” he said and I did. He moved my feet out further, exposing me all that he could, and then ran his fingers right through the middle of my sex.

  “You’re always so fucking wet,” he slid the desk chair right in front of me. “Show me how you please yourself.”

  I rubbed my fingers between my legs, embarrassed, sliding my essences up to my clit. I watched as he too grabbed his erection and stroked it through the dress pants.

  “Don’t come until I tell you to,” he said, not taking his eyes from my penetrating fingers.

  How the hell am I supposed to pull that off?

  I was careful not to rub too firmly, not wanting to find out the consequences if I had an orgasm. I started to squirm after I watched him take his rock hard penis in his hand and stroke himself. I needed to come, and it was starting to be inevitable. It was going to happen. I stopped my fingers from moving when I knew it was almost too late.

  “Don’t stop,” Drew demanded.

  “Drew I have to. You told me not to come.”

  “I still don’t want you to come yet. Keep rubbing it,” he demanded. He took his thumb and pulled my right lip out, exposing me more.

  My head dropped, my eyes closed, and I moaned. I was spent and couldn’t control it a second longer. Drew didn’t say anything as I rubbed my shuddering clitoris, coming down from my long awaited high.

  When I opened my eyes to look at him, he was wearing that stupid smirk, and I knew that he was glad that I messed up.

  “You didn’t listen, Morgan,” he spoke.

  “I tried,” I pleaded my case.

  “I don’t think that you did. I think that you wanted me to spank you.”

  I shook my head back and forth, but if I was being honest with myself my clit had already started to throb again at the thought of being bent over his lap.

  “Bend over in front of me,” he demanded.

  I slid down the front of the sofa and bent in front of him. He rubbed my bottom and then spread me further open with his hands. He slapped my right butt cheek and then rubbed away the sting. He did this several times, all while keeping my cheeks as open as he could with one hand. His feet went between my legs moving them further away from each other.