Underestimated

by Jettie Woodruff

  “No. I’m sorry. I should have answered on the first ring.”

  I could feel that he was already erect when he ground into my back.

  “What should we do about your irresponsibility?”

  Awe fuck…

  I hated it when he made me tell him how he should punish me. I knew the drill. I was to de-pants myself and bend over his desk.

  “I would love to spank your ass right now, but I have to be on a conference call in five minutes,” Drew whispered to my hair, grinding himself in my backside.

  He moved around and sat at his desk. I waited for instructions.

  “Come around to this side,” he requested. I listened and resumed my position over his desk.

  He rubbed my naked ass as he dialed the number on his desk phone. My eyes went right to the folder on the desk. There was over forty thousand dollars donated to various charities last month alone. I was sure he didn’t have a clue what half of them even were for. He just liked to keep the noble Callaway Jewels in the public eye.

  I stayed bent over his desk while he talked to whomever on his phone. One of them was Derik I was sure.

  “No, you can donate to one of them, but that’s it. Make sure it is donated by my wife,” I heard him say, and wondered why. Had I donated to these charities before? Neither he nor I was ever in the public eye, he made sure of that. I was never allowed to go anywhere except the library, and occasionally out to eat with Derik’s wife Jena which I never wanted to do because I had to keep a little digital recorder attached to my cellphone. I was always afraid of saying something wrong. It was inevitable. It was always wrong in his eyes.

  I remember having dinner with Jenna and Derik one evening while Drew was out of town. Jenna had gotten up and gone to the bathroom. I could see how Derik was looking at me, and just before he spoke I held up my cellphone showing him the tiny little chip stuck to the back of my phone. He abruptly closed his jaw.

  I flinched a little when I felt an ink pen I was sure penetrating my rectum. Drew opened a drawer in his desk, and I knew that he was lubing up the foreign object so that it would slide in. It did, and he moved it in and out of me as he continued to talk business. That was as bad as it got. I was pleasantly surprised. I was sure I would spend hours enduring his torture, but I didn’t. I was also sure that it was for no other reason than he needed relief and had work to do. He didn’t have time to play.

  He stood, and I heard his zipper slide down, and then felt him slide into me, still holding the phone to his ear. He took me from behind slowly, stopping every so often when he needed to talk. He laid the phone on his desk when he was close and grabbed my hips and really went at it until he released.

  Dawson sensed where I was. He could tell I was squirming a little.

  “Keep talking,” he said sliding his hand inside of my flannel pajama pants and the rim around my panties. I could tell that I was wet, and thought that I must be as sick as Drew. Who in their right mind would be turned on after talking about their sexual abuse? Dawson always tried to tell me that there was nothing wrong with me, and nobody could go through what I did and come out scar-less. I supposed that he was right. It was the only sex that I knew for six years. I never had anyone to be attentive with me until Dawson.

  I continued to tell Dawson about my day spent naked in Drew’s office, but getting a lot of beneficial information. I wasn’t sure what I was even saying anymore. He was quickly bringing me to a mind blowing orgasm with his fingers. I stopped talking and dropped my head to his chest as I called out and let go.

  “You good?” he asked, kissing my hair. I could feel his erection on my back and was sure that he could use a little release himself, but knew that he wouldn’t. I was talking, and that was more important than his sexual gratification.

  “Yes. Thank you,” I rasped. Drew kept his hand down there and just held it still, cupping me as I continued to talk.

  Chapter 12

  Drew didn’t leave again for six weeks after the first time that Rebecca and I broke into his office. I had no clue where or how long he would be gone. I knew it would be over night because he took a bag. Rebecca and I had talked a couple of weeks before, and I told her how, when the power had gone out the last time, that Drew made me stay on the phone until the cameras reset. I knew we had three minutes. Our plan was for her to go to the basement and quickly trip the breaker, giving me just enough time to run into his office before the cameras reset, and pray to God that he didn’t notice until they were back on.

  He must have been away from his computer. He never called because he couldn’t see me. I had a story made up that I was in Rebecca’s room if he called. I knew that I wasn’t allowed in her room, but I was going to tell him that she wasn’t feeling well and that I had gone to check on her. I didn’t have to worry about it, and once I donated fifteen thousand dollars to the new bank account for my newfound charity. I tapped on the floor. I couldn’t text or call because I was afraid that Drew would find out. The lights blinked and I ran to the sofa and back to the show that I may or may not have been watching.

  I don’t think I’ve ever had that much adrenalin forcefully, pumping through my body in my life.

  He was only gone for a couple of days that time and again when he had returned I thought for sure that he knew. I just knew that he had found out about the missing money. He didn’t mention it, and when he came out of his office later in the afternoon, I asked him if I could have Rebecca take me to the library. I wasn’t about to knock on his door and ask, so I just waited for him to come out.

  He ran his finger down my arm with some sort of seductive look. “Do you need me to download some more books on your e-reader?”

  “No. I have plenty on there. I would rather go to the library and get out of here for a little while.”

  “Where you a good girl while I was gone?” he asked, brushing his thumb over my nipple. I knew that he would be paying me a visit later on.

  Fuck you…

  “It’s kind of hard not to be. I’m not allowed off of this property.”

  “You can go to the library. I have work to do anyway, but I expect payment later. Do you understand?”

  “Yes and thank you.”

  Drew stuck the little chip on the back of my phone so that he could plug it into his computer when I got back. I was hoping that I could pump information from Rebecca, but it wasn’t going to be in the vehicle. I held up my phone in the car so that she knew not to say anything.

  She instead talked about recipes and a show that we both had watched on television the night before.

  Rebecca asked the librarian for some paper. I grabbed the first book that I had come to.

  “June 2nd,” Rebecca wrote and passed the note to me.

  “Three months?”

  “Yes. Ms. K is working on your new residence now. The money that you have rightfully taken over the last couple of months has been withdrawn and has made a nice down payment on your new house.”

  “My new house? I’m going to be a home owner?” I wrote really fast, trying to contain my excitement. “Where?”

  “She wouldn’t tell me. She said that you didn’t need to know that part yet.”

  “Do you trust this Ms. K? How do you know that she isn’t taking the money, and we will never hear from her again? How do you even know someone that does this?”

  “She’s not stealing your money. She is good, real good. You will disappear from here and be untraceable. Do you remember on the news about three years ago when Constance Simmons disappeared? She is safe, living a beautiful life.”

  “Constance Simmons, that senator’s wife?”

  Rebecca nodded. I did remember that story. Her husband was all over the news. I actually felt bad for him. He seemed so sincere and loyal to his missing wife.

  “How do you know Ms. K? I asked again. Rebecca had been at the mansion as long as I had. I mean she did leave when Drew was home sometimes, usually when he wanted the house to himself with me.

  “L
ots and lots of red tape. I had to go through nine people before I finally got to talk to her. Three months, Morgan!!!”

  We were only in the library for fifteen minutes when Drew text my phone.

  “Times up.”

  Dickhead…

  What the hell did I check out of the library? I sat naked in Drew’s office reading about some sort of little creatures getting into people’s houses through drain pipes while Drew worked and played with me of course. I usually checked out autobiographies. I loved to read about other people’s lives, it helped me to step out of my own for a while. I wouldn’t be stepping out of it with that book. I couldn’t even read it.

  That was a good office visit. I lay bent over Drew’s desk while he played with me, using different objects. He held the phone with his shoulder, and I watched him click on different views of the house. I paid close attention as he clicked on different windows, hitting stop camera, when he hit stop camera whatever image was up, froze on the screen. That was very useful information. We could stop the camera during the night when I needed to get into the office. It would look like I was sound asleep, without using pillows and would allow me more time in Drew’s office.

  I stopped talking when Dawson removed his hand from between my legs and slid from beneath me.

  Damnit…

  “I have to pee. I’ll be right back,” he said.

  “Let’s go to bed,” I suggested instead.

  “Are you done talking?” he asked, sounding disappointed.

  I smiled. “No. I would rather tell you now so that we don’t have to do it again later.”

  He smiled back. “I’ll meet you in bed.”

  “You know what I still don’t get?” Dawson asked, sliding into bed with me.

  “What?”

  “I still can’t figure out, why you? I mean how would he even know about you?”

  “The only logical exclamation that I have been able to come up with is, when he came to our school and donated all of that money. He donated to a lot of things, including me,” I smiled a devious smile to myself, proud of the fact that he bought me my house. “The only thing that I can come up with is he wanted someone that wouldn’t be missed, someone that their drunken father would sell. I don’t think he is into the whole romance thing, and he just wanted someone that he could control and not have to worry about a family getting in his way. He didn’t have time for a real relationship, not that he ever wanted one. You know what does baffle me though?”

  “What’s that?” Dawson asked, pulling me into the arms that I loved holding me.

  “You located Justin in Las Vegas….” I suddenly stopped. I couldn’t go there with Dawson. He still thought that I was from Indiana. I almost spit out that I didn’t understand how Justin and I both could end up in Las Vegas.

  “Yeah?” he questioned.

  “I don’t know, it just seems so far away. How did someone from Las Vegas come to adopt my little brother all the way from West Virginia?”

  “Hmm, I don’t know. I would imagine that people adopt kids from all over the country.”

  “I guess,” I replied. I was letting that one go right that second.

  “So you and Rebecca snuck into his office and moved money? He never got suspicious? I mean that seems like an awful lot of money to move without him knowing? What did you say he did again?”

  I didn’t…

  “I’m not exactly sure. I know it has something to do with software,” I lied. If he was going to go digging he was going to have to have a mighty big shovel. “Yeah, we pretty much just snuck into his office, moved money and got the hell out of there.”

  “Tell me about the day that you finally left.”

  “I left a month earlier than we had originally planned. I couldn’t take the chance on staying another month. I was in the kitchen eating lunch with Rebecca when Drew came in being way too happy and cheery for Drew.

  “I thought you were going to the library?” he asked, taking a bite of my sandwich.

  “We are, right after lunch,” I answered.

  “I have surprise that is going to keep you very busy, right here at home,” he chanted.

  I looked over to Rebecca standing on the other side of the counter.

  “Do you mind?” he asked, and she disappeared.

  “What?” I asked, wondering what in the world could keep me busy at home.

  “A baby.”

  I almost choked on my own tongue. “I don’t want a baby,” I stated.

  “Doesn’t matter what you want, does it, Morgan?” he said with a smirk and a tilted head. “You’re done getting your shots. I will have you barefoot and pregnant in a month,” he smiled, taking another bite of my sandwich.

  Now what? I couldn’t let him get me pregnant. I would be terrified of the monster that he could produce. There was no way he was injecting me with that poison. I started doing some calculating in my head. I was supposed to have a shot in like week. How much time do I have after my last dose before I could get pregnant?”

  “I think Derik needs to drive today,” Drew stated, got up, kissed me on my shocked cheek, and disappeared. Was he afraid that I would try and run after that bomb?

  Rebecca followed me to the nonfiction section of the library after our silent ride to the library.

  “Tell me already,” she demanded in a quiet whisper as we pretended to look through the books.

  “He’s not letting me get my next shot. He wants to get me pregnant,” I whispered, and turned to see Derik sitting at a small table looking right down the row at us. He had an annoyed look on his face and looked down at his Rolodex and then back to me. I knew he didn’t want to be there, and was telling me to hurry.

  “He what?!?”

  “Shhhh,” I warned.

  I picked up a book and flipped open the cover. It was called ‘Once in a house,’ and was about a woman held against her will, forced to marry, and bare the children of a prince in England. I really wanted to read that book, but I didn’t dare. I knew that Drew would throw a royal fit about it. Instead, I chose a book of short stories from Ernest Hemingway.

  Drew was out of town for almost three weeks the next time. I asked Rebecca everyday about a new plan and always got the same answer. Apparently whoever Ms. K was didn’t work like that. She couldn’t get a hold of her and had to wait for an unknown number to send a text. She had tried to text the numbers from before, but never got a response.

  Finally, on the day before Drew’s return she got a message. ‘Send last donation to Sulton Flux Bank,’ it read with the account information.

  Rebecca quickly text back and told her what Drew had planned for me, not knowing how much time she had with the new unknown number.

  “Wait for instructions,” was the only reply back.

  We made our very last transaction that night. Rebecca took care of the lights, briefly causing the cameras to reset. I quickly went to the cameras on Drew’s computer and froze my sleeping body on the one facing my bed. My fingers trembled something fierce and my heartbeat a million and one miles a minute. I had never taken that much money at one time. I was terrified that he was going to get an alert or something. He would know that forty thousand dollars had just come out of six different accounts. I quickly hit submit on the very last transaction and stomped on the floor for Rebecca to get the lights and get me the hell out of there.

  I don’t think I slept a wink that night. I was so nervous for Drew to come home. I wished I knew when he coming. It could be any second or days.

  Drew did know about my last transaction. He frantically spent hours on the phone that morning when he got home, trying to get someone, anyone to tell him what happened to his money, and who authorized forty thousand dollars of his money to go toward a remodel of an animal shelter.

  That was the last day that Drew had ever hit me. I didn’t know at the time that it would be the last time. I was sitting in his office, naked of course. It seemed like that was when he wanted me there, when he was stressed, but
this stress was over me. He just hadn’t figured that part out, and I silently prayed that he didn’t.

  I thought after his toying with me and finally releasing his frustration in my ass that he had calmed down some.

  “Is it okay if I go to the library?” I submissively asked.

  “For what?” he asked annoyed.

  What do you think asshole?…

  “Probably to get a book and get out of this house,” I didn’t mean for it to come out so smart, but it did and I felt the back of his hand come in contact with the same cheekbone that had taken his blow so many times.

  “You can go to the library when you can learn some respect. Get the fuck out of my office,” he demanded with a thick voice.

  I lightly shook my head, letting Rebecca know that he wasn’t going to allow me to go that day. I wanted out of there so bad. I needed to tell her that he was looking for the money.

  I was silently eating lunch in the kitchen later in the afternoon when Drew came in. I could feel the black eye and the puffiness just below it.

  “That looks pretty good, make me one and bring it to my office,” he said talking to Rebecca and looking at my food.

  “Sure,” Rebecca replied, nicely.

  “You can take her to the library after that if you want” he stated.

  Yes…

  “Is Derik available to take her today? I was going to go take a nap. I’m not feeling the best today.”

  I couldn’t help it. My head just snapped right toward her with a look of vengeance. I couldn’t believe she was going to send me away with Derik, knowing what he would do.

  Derik never spoke in the car. I made sure to show him my little chip that would be placed in Drew’s computer when I got back. I hoped that would scare him off, and he wouldn’t try anything. It didn’t. He smiled a devious grin and turned on the radio.

  “You’ve got fifteen minutes,” he warned, opening the library door for me.

  I was scared shitless. I knew that Derik was going to do what Drew had already done that morning to me. I went right to the nonfiction row and had to look around a dumpy lady that just stood there in front of the section that I wanted.