Underestimated (14 page)

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,” he 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 got 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,