Underestimated

by Jettie Woodruff

“Ry, you can’t just run away and change your name. That doesn’t make you not married.”

  I knew this was a crummy idea. I knew he wouldn’t understand. I stood up and dried off, and he stepped out. We went to bed, and both sat up under the covers while our conversation continued.

  “Why did you marry him, Ry?” Dawson continued with his investigation.

  “I am not sure how much I should tell you, Dawson,” I admitted.

  “Tell me everything,” he required.

  I took a deep breath and he reached for my hand. I snuggled up in his arm. It was easier for me to talk to him without looking at him.

  “I didn’t want to marry him. I didn’t even know him. He paid my father thirty thousand dollars for me. He came to our trailer on my eighteenth birthday to claim me. He is a very rich, powerful man.”

  Dawson abruptly moved from the bed and paced the bedroom floor. I only watched while he regained his composure.

  “He bought you?” he asked in disbelief.

  “Yes.”

  “Ry, that is as illegal as you can get. I will have that bastard committed so fast his head will spin.”

  “Dawson. No. You can’t do that. Promise me you won’t go anywhere near him let alone try anything at all. You don’t know what you are dealing with. He will come for me.”

  “You can’t hide, looking over your shoulder your entire life.”

  Oh yes I can…

  He sat back down and pulled me back to him, not wanting me to shut down and stop talking.

  “Keep talking,” he said and kissed my fingertips.

  “I can’t. You keep asking the questions. It’s easier that way.”

  “I need to know what he did to you, Ry. Did he hit you?”

  “Yes, often,” I admitted.

  “Why?”

  “Because he is crazy, I don’t know why. I tried to be who he wanted me to be, but he always found something to punish me for. He got off on it.”

  “He hit you to punish you?”

  “No, he usually only did that when I mouthed off something that he didn’t like.”

  “How did he punish you?” Dawson asked, and I knew that he already knew the answer to his question and just needed to hear it from me.

  “He used sex to punish me or so he said. He did it because he is a sick bastard who got off on it.”

  “What did he do, Ry?”

  “Dawson, you really don’t want the details. He did everything imaginable, unimaginable would be the better term,” I decided.

  “I need to know, Riley. Just think about one time that he punished you. Why were you being punished? walk me through it. Help me understand.”

  I took a deep breath and thought about it. Maybe if I told him he would finally realize that I was too broke to fix. I contemplated a time that I had been punished. I had no idea it was going to be so real for me to talk about it. The dreams were a part of my subconscious. It was inevitable for them to be so real. Talking about it wide awake was a different story altogether.

  “One afternoon when he was home, he was in his office, and I wanted to ask him if I could go somewhere.”

  “You had to ask permission to go somewhere?” he asked, running his finger up and down my arm.

  “Yes. When I was growing up, I used to go to the local library for some solace, especially after they took Justin away. I tapped on his door, and he told me to come in. I was afraid to interrupt him because I wasn’t allowed in his office.”

  “Drew, I was wondering if it would be okay if I went to the library here,” I asked.

  “Why?” he asked annoyed.

  “I like to read, and I like spending time in the library,” I answered.

  “No. Not yet. I will let you know when you deserve that privilege.”

  “He dismissed me, and I left disappointed. I lived in an eight thousand square foot house, and had plenty to do, but I just needed out,” I explained.

  Dawson didn’t speak and continued to listen.

  Chapter 8

  “That night after I had retired to my room…”

  “You didn’t share a room,” he interrupted.

  “No, I never slept in his room, but he did stay in mine on occasion, but not often. Anyway, he had sent someone out to buy me an e-reader. That was when they were fairly new, and all that you could really do is read on them. He brought it to me and told me that he had already downloaded enough books to keep me busy for quite some time.”

  “Did he know what you liked to read?”

  I blew out a puff of air. “He didn’t care, but just wait, it gets better. First I had to do things to even get the e-reader.”

  “Like what,” Dawson wanted to know. He wanted details, and wasn’t letting me maneuver around them.

  “Well, that particular night was actually mild. He made me undress and bend over his lap so that he could spank me for coming into his office.”

  I felt Dawson tense beneath me, but he didn’t stop me as I let my mind drift back in time, once again.

  “You know you’re not allowed in my office without me telling you to be there, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Drew.”

  “And you also know that I am going to spank you now, right?”

  “Yes, Drew.”

  I didn’t even wait for him to tell me what to do next. I slid out of my panties and my nightshirt and lay across the bed and his lap. He rubbed my ass a couple of times as he always did and began his ritual. He slapped me hard and then rubbed the sting away, purposely moving between my legs as he did. I could feel his erection on my hip, and he would ever so often, pull me toward it to so that he could grind into me. I tried to make myself not get wet. I would think about any and everything under the sun except for the orgasm that I wasn’t going to be allowed to have.

  Once he was finished with his routine he told me to lay down and spread my legs. I did of course, and he rubbed my conspiring juices into me.

  “You want it up the ass don’t you?” he asked, knowing that I would say yes, regardless of my true answer.

  “Yes,” I whispered, and he flipped me to my stomach, roughly.

  “Get on your knees,” he demanded and I did.

  I felt his head touch my entrance.

  “You want it, you take it,” he said, wanting me to push back into him.

  I slowly moved back, trying to relax and press his erection into me.

  “Awe, yeah, baby, take me in your ass,” he said. He always said perverted things to me which should have repulsed me, but didn’t. It made me wetter, and I wanted him even more. I knew that it was a mind game and away for him to control me even more, knowing that he would be the only one to acquire any pleasure.

  “Move me in and out now,” he demanded once I had him buried inside of me.

  I did as I was told and rocked back and forth on his dick. I was fine until he brought his fingers around and started circling my clitoris.

  “Drew,” I begged.

  “No. You were a bad girl. You came into my office. You are not coming,” he assured me as he tried even harder to bring me to bliss.

  I clinched the comforter in both fists, willing myself not to come. I counted to one hundred by twos and then did it backwards. I wasn’t going to give him the pleasure of knowing that I failed, again.

  He finally gave up and pulled out of me. He lay down and told me to straddle him. I did, and he helped guide me over his shaft. I knew he only did it because he wanted to see the struggle on my face as he masturbated me to orgasm.

  “Fuck my dick with your ass,” he said as his fingers frantically rubbed my throbbing nub. “Harder,” he demanded when I wasn’t moving fast enough for him.

  “Drew, I can’t,” I begged for him to let me orgasm.

  “You don’t want to disobey me Morgan,” he warned as he rubbed even harder.

  He clicked his tongue and shook his head as I quivered above him, uncontrollably letting go.

  “You just insist on defying me, don’t you?” he asked
, and moved me off of him.

  He got up, went into my bathroom and cleaned himself up. He walked out still wearing his erection and clicked his tongue again as he left my room. I knew he would be right back. I just didn’t know what he would be back with.

  He came back with a new toy with two ends. I knew that both of my orifices would be taking it. One end was a pretty good size and the other had knobs all the way down. He waved it at me, telling me to lie down and take my position. I did what I knew he wanted, and lay down, pulling my knees up and opened. He guided the new object into my vagina first and then moved the knobby twin into my ass. He then turned the knob, causing a light vibration that I knew was going to make me come again. He massaged my clit with his thumb and then made me suck my essences from it. He continued this for a few minutes while he moved the foreign object in and out of me.

  I was glad that he left my aching core to stroke himself off. The faster he stroked, the faster he moved the two sided dildo in and out of me. I was hoping that he was going to come soon so that I didn’t have to disobey him again.

  All of a sudden he moved up to me and shoved himself deep into my throat and then pulled out. He jerked himself, telling me to open my mouth. I did, and he let go as I swallowed him once again. He always made me lick and suck him clean, and then he removed the toy.

  I hadn’t seen the other one that he had brought in. He turned it on and told me to lie down on top of the covers. I did, and he placed it inside of me with just enough vibration for me to want more. He gave me the e-reader, and told me not to come and not to touch myself or the new vibrator. He said that he would be watching, and I wasn’t to move until he came back to remove it.

  Well at least I could read and take my mind off of it. That was not going to happen either. Every book that he had downloaded was erotic. It was just one more way to get me to submit to his every need. He wanted me to read the stories about having a master and the way that I should be submitting to him.

  The very first short story made me feel blessed that I had Drew and not the monster that tied, gagged, and did everything imaginable to his captive. Although I was glad that I wasn’t the girl in the cold dungeon, and I did have the luxuries and spectacular food, reading about the sex was torturous. I bucked my hips, hoping that it wasn’t enough for him to notice, needing contact from anything. I didn’t know if I was allowed to stop reading, but I couldn’t read about this guy doing the things that he was doing to this girl much longer.

  I wanted the vibrator out of me. I wanted to come, and I knew that I wasn’t going to be allowed. I didn’t think he was ever going to come back. It was after one in the morning. I wanted to sleep, but couldn’t. There was no way that I could fall asleep as long as I had the constant vibration inside of me. I wondered how long the batteries would last, and finally turned off the e-reader. I closed my eyes and tried to think about anything but my sopping wet pussy, begging to for pleasure.

  Drew finally came to remove the object, and I thought I was going to come just by him sliding it out.

  “You’re very wet Morgan,” he said, rubbing my juices with his fingers.

  Fucking idiot…Really?

  By no surprise, Drew didn’t let me come, and left me with the smirk that I hated. I finally did stop thinking about it and fell asleep.

  He had to go out of town the next day, and made sure that I knew that he would be watching. He explained that he expected to see me reading every night. I picked up the e-reader that night, thinking I would read his stupid smut for thirty minutes or so, and then watch television. I ended up reading until I couldn’t take it any longer. He had the cable turned off in my room so that I had nothing to do but read.

  “Did you eventually get to go to the library?” Dawson asked, sensing that I needed to stop talking about the sex.

  I nodded, being pulled from my thoughts. “Yes, but I was always escorted by his right hand man, Derrick. I wasn’t allowed to get on the computers, and was only allowed to check out one book at a time because he wanted me reading what he downloaded for me.”

  “Wow, Ry. I don’t even know what to say. How did you end up leaving him?”

  I thought about it for a second and I didn’t want to talk anymore. I needed him to treat me the way that Drew did, and I needed him right that second. “Dawson, I need to save that for another time. I need you to do things to me right now.”

  Dawson knew exactly what I was talking about. “Ry?” he spoke, not sure really what to say.

  “Please, Dawson,” I begged. I was used to begging. I didn’t care what he thought. I needed the attention in my throbbing core.

  “Riley, this can’t turn you on,” he said, sounding a little taken aback.

  “I told you that I was fucked up, and yes it can. What do you think?” I asked, taking his hand and sliding it between my legs. “You can’t tell me that it didn’t turn you on as well.”

  “Oh yes, I can. I am not turned on in the least by what that bastard did to you.”

  He kissed me deep and passionate as his fingers continued to please me.

  “You turn me on. Touching you turns me on,” he whispered to my lips.

  “Dawson I need you to be somebody else right now. I need you to be controlling and do the things that I just told you about,” I practically begged, thrusting my hips into his fingers as I lay back.

  “No. Ry. I am going to make love to you, and I am going to try like hell to please you. I am never going to keep you from it, and I am never going to treat you like that.”

  I groaned. It was what I needed. I didn’t want him to make love to me. I wanted him to use and abuse me. It’s what I knew. It was what was consuming my mind. I wanted to be spanked. I wanted him to make me swallow him. I needed him to forcefully invade my ass.

  “Please Dawson,” I begged as he removed my panties and his own clothes.

  He came to me and kissed me again. “Close your eyes baby,” he whispered on my lips, and I did.

  He gently caressed my arms and shoulders, massaging me all the way to my fingertips. I moaned when I felt his lips on my breast as he gently kissed and sucked each one of them, continuing to move down my body. He massaged both of my legs all the way to my feet. I didn’t realize how tense I was, and the sore pressure points on my feet were magically erased by his strong hands.

  By the time he was back to my lips, I had calmed, and quit frantically thinking about what I needed him to do and let him take control. He was going to anyway, my begging had no influence on him. He kissed me deeply, and I moaned in his mouth as he moved between my legs. He made slow passionate love to me, and when he would sense that I was leaving him for Drew, he would stop, make me open my eyes and look at him, telling me that he loved me before he would move again. That seemed to become routine for us. I was glad that he didn’t do as I begged him to do. I knew that so many men would have jumped at the chance to treat me like I felt I deserved, but not Dawson. Dawson truly did love me, and I loved him.

  I laid in his arms that night feeling like I had never felt in my life. I knew that I craved the things that Drew did to me because it was the only time I was touched. I never grew up with loving parents that made sure I felt loved. Drew surely never made me feel loved, but his touch was something I emotionally needed. Dawson’s touch was different from anything I had ever experienced.

  “Thank you,” I said, looking up to him as he kissed the tip of my nose. He knew what I was thanking him for, and I truly was grateful that he hadn’t given me what I wanted.

  “You’re welcome. Is he still in Indiana?” He asked, and I already knew what he was thinking.

  “Yes, and you promise me that you’re not going to do anything. I just want to forget him Dawson, please don’t try to do anything.” I knew that he was a cop and could find out fairly easy that he was in Las Vegas and not Indiana, but I thought it would at least throw him off track. And I wasn’t about to give him a last name.

  “Ry, don’t you want to see that prick rot in p
rison? He bought you. You were forced to marry him, and I am sure that too was not a legal wedding.”

  “It wasn’t, but I want you to let it go. It was a legal document because a judge did it. I signed all of the papers myself. Please don’t do anything, Dawson. I am begging you.”

  “A judge did it?” he asked, disbelieving his own ears. “What else did you sign?”

  “I’m not even sure. I signed the marriage license and then something else that was about ten pages. He just flipped it to the back page, and I signed it. I’m sure it was a prenuptial agreement, not that he was ever going to let me leave him anyway.”

  “Why would you sign something without reading it first?”

  “Dawson, I was barely eighteen. My dad had just sold me to a man that I didn’t know. I did what I had to do to survive.”

  Dawson took a deep breath and kissed the top of my head. “You’re going to be okay, Riley. I promise,” he said, and I smiled.

  I didn’t dream about anything that night. I fell asleep in Dawson’s arms feeling safe and content. I had promised myself before I had come to the little tourist town that I would never introduce any of my skeletons to anyone there, but I was glad that I had. I was glad that Dawson knew where I had come from and still wanted me. It felt good to tell someone.

  ***

  We landed at the McCarran airport just before noon. I was still a nervous wreck, afraid that someone would recognize me. I wasn’t sure who I was worried about. I never did get out much. It wasn’t like I was someone famous and Drew had his own private plane. He didn’t fly out of McCarran. I still wasn’t sure what was said about my disappearance or if he just told people that I had left him.

  I wore dark sunglasses and a ridiculously large sunhat. Las Vegas was a very public city and anyone could really blend in. I didn’t relax until we were in our hotel, miles away from Drew’s home. He would never come to this side of town. I enjoyed dinner with Starlight, her sister Sunny, and all three of her hippy friends who were just as unconventional and carefree as she was. I loved them all. We had so much fun. I think all of us had a little too much of something called purple Martian’s.