Underestimated Too (37 page)

“You got him for a while? I’m going to take a bath.”

“Come here,” Drew coaxed, reaching for me with his
hand. I didn’t want to go to him. I wanted him to leave me alone.

Drew pulled me to his lap, and I picked up a truck,
spinning the wheels, trying to ignore Drew with a pout.

“Stop being mad at me,” he teased, poking my ribs.

“Stop,” I whined.

“I think it must be that time of month. You’re
awfully grouchy.”

“I’m not grouchy. I’m tired of being treated like a
teenager. I don’t need you tell me what’s best for me.”

“Morgan, it’s not about that. I can’t stand the
thought of something happening to you.”

“You can’t keep me locked up here with you because
you worry about me.”

“I know. I’m trying. Give me some time. I’m getting
there.”

“Okay, I agreed.” I knew this was hard for Drew. I
knew he was trying and would hopefully lose his insecurities and trust me. I
wasn’t sure how much more I could handle. I thought I was doing fine. I didn’t
think I minded the way he was but in truth, I did. It made me think of life in
Maine for the first time in a very long time.

That’s what I reflected on while I soaked in a hot
bubble bath, life in Maine. Oh how I missed it. Not so much the cold winters,
but the beach, my friends, Starlight, Lauren, and even Dawson. Dawson never treated
me this way. I remembered asking his permission one afternoon to go out with
Starlight and Lauren to see a movie. He looked at me like I had said the most
ridiculous thing in the world. I never asked after that. I actually even
taunted with it a couple times after that, like it was a really big deal to
tell him I am doing something.

Dawson never cared what I did, or who I did it with.
Drew would never be that way. We could hire a hundred Deidra’s and it wouldn’t
matter. Drew was always going to want control over me. Was I willing to give it
to him? I already had. I just wasn’t sure I was willing to let him keep it.

***

“You’re still mad at me,” Drew accused when I didn’t
lay my book down and give him my full attention.

“No I’m not.”

“You are too. If you weren’t, you’d put that book
down and pay attention to me.”

Do I know my husband or what?

“I’m at a really good part,” I countered.

“Read it to me.”

“No.”

“Take your panties off and read it to me.”

Stupid vagina.

Stupid vagina and stupid book. I really was at a
good part. I would be rereading it again the following day. I have no idea what
I was reading, and I wasn’t really thinking about what Drew was doing while I
sat between his legs or what his fingers were doing to my pussy. My mind went
to the first time Drew had done this. He was pissed about a deal that Derik had
lost and was yelling at him in the living area where I was reading.

I sat just like this, between his legs, against his
chest, while he reached around me, played with my pussy, and twisted my nipple
while I read to him.

“Don’t stop,” Drew warned, just like he had the
first time. I tried to keep reading words I couldn’t understand. I was losing.
“Don’t come,” Drew also warned in my hair. I was screwed. I was going to come
and then I was going to lay across my husband’s lap and take a spanking. I
swear my pussy knew it too. Just thinking about it made me want to come.

“Don’t stop, Drew,” I moaned, writhing into his
fingers, almost there when he stopped, hearing Nicholas fuss.

“Nicholas is crying.”

Holding his fingers with my hand, I rubbed them
around my pulsating nub, myself. I wasn’t about to let him quit. I was right
there. Drew rubbed, quicker and harder, letting me release.

“Let me up,” he demanded.

“Uh-uh, wait a minute,” I panted, needing to come
down from my high first. “I’ll get him.”

“What is the problem here, little man?” I asked,
turning the dim lamp on in Nicholas’s room. “Mommy’s trying to have an adult
moment with your daddy. It’s time for you to go to bed.”

I picked him up, checked his dry diaper, and laid
him back down with a kiss. I didn’t even have the blanket over him when he
rolled over and pulled himself up again, determined he wasn’t going to bed yet.
Mommy was determined that he was.

“What are you doing? He’s still crying,” Drew
pointed out the fact, laying on his side, stroking his massive erection. Damn.

“He’s fine. He’s fed, bathed, read to, and dry.
He’ll give up soon,” I assured him, taking his hardness in my hand.

“He probably wants you to rock him or something.”

“Drew, he’s fine.”

Damn it.

“I’ll rock him myself,” Drew said, getting up and
pulling on a pair of boxers that did little to conceal his ready for me cock.
Grrrrr.

I should have stayed in bed. I shouldn’t have taken
it the way I did, but damn it, I didn’t want Nicholas to think all he had to do
was yell a little, and somebody would come and give him what he wanted.

“Leave him in bed, Drew,” I followed, coming between
him and Nicky.

“Move, Morgan.”

“No, Drew. There is nothing wrong with him. I don’t
want him thinking all he has to do is throw a tantrum like his dad and he’ll
get what he wants.”

“Excuse me?” Drew questioned in the tone. Shit, I
wasn’t going for this either. I was going for sex. “You think I throw a tantrum
to get what I want?”

“No, Drew. I’m only referring to Nicholas. There is
nothing wrong with him. He’s just fighting sleep. Let’s leave him alone and let
him fall asleep on his own.”

“Why? Because you’d rather have your pussy rubbed
than take care of your son?”

“Really? You’re going to talk like this in front of
our son?”

“He had no clue what I just said. Is that what your
problem is, Morgan? Your pussy needs to be rubbed?” Drew asked, trying to move
his fingers between my legs. I forced his hand away from me with a jerk,
stepping away from him.

“I don’t need you to touch anything. Go ahead, get
him up, teach him to get what he wants before he’s even two.”

“Shut up, Morgan. I’m warning you. Shut the hell
up.”

“Fuck you,” I yelled, instantly feeling the back of
his hand across my eye. It all happened so fast, I’m not even sure how many
times he hit me. I know I was on the floor, he was on top of me, and poor
little Nicky was screaming now, scared to death. That’s when Drew came to his
senses, looked down in a realization of what he was doing to me and got up. He
picked up Nicky, shushing and comforting him as he sat in the rocking chair. I
scrambled to my feet and left them.

“Why, Morgan?” Drew asked, sitting on my side of the
bed after getting Nicholas asleep and in bed.

“Why what?” I asked, still tasting blood from the
inside of my lip.

“Why do you make me do that? Why can’t you just do
what I tell you to do?” he asked, turning me to the side and rubbing my ass.
Now he was going to punish me for making him hit me. We’d have amazing fucked
up sex, and he’d be sorry. I either went along with it, enjoyed the honeymoon
stage until the next time or else, well, I didn’t really have an or else. I did
what he said or there were consequences. There were no other alternatives with
Drew.  Drew didn’t really give me options.

“Get up here and lay across my lap.”

I routinely did what I was told. Frustrated, I let
my body takeover, getting off on my husband leaving his hand print on my bare
ass. Moaning as he dipped his finger deep into my pussy.

“Roll over, baby,” Drew, huskily coaxed. I knew what
he was planning. I hated and loved it all at the same time. “On your stomach.”
I knew what that was all about too. He couldn’t look at my battered face at the
same time he made me come.

Drew positioned me how he wanted me, arching my hips
and spreading my legs so that my entire backside was exposed to him. That
wasn’t the embarrassing part.

Drew moved from the bed and I stayed still,
listening to him retrieve whatever he was planning on using from the drawer.
Feeling the squirt of cool gel on my ass, I felt the first smaller ball and
then the next and next, until all five of the metal balls were inserted into my
ass. Drew held his thumb there, insuring they stayed securely hiding in my ass
while his other finger danced on my clitoris. I moaned, forgetting about the
taste of blood or swelling beneath my eye. This time was way different than the
other handful of times Drew had gotten me off like this. I didn’t feel the three
squirts of liquid being forced from my body by my husband. I felt one, very
long, powerful bout at the same time I felt the balls being pulled from my ass.

I was all but screaming in ecstasy, feeling my
juices being spread all over my pussy and inner thighs by Drew’s hand. Where
the hell did this man learn to do this stuff? I felt like I was falling, stuck
in a whirling tornado, or flying through the air. It wouldn’t stop, the
quavering deep in my core, pulsating over and over, causing me to drop to the
bed.

Drew came to the side of my face and inserted his
cock into my mouth. He fucked my mouth, rubbing the pad of his thumb over my
bruising eye. He didn’t stay there as long as he normally would. He couldn’t
look at my face and do this. I felt another squirt of K-Y jelly on my ass and
then felt him slide in with a moan. Drew once again pulled me to my knees, holding
my hands behind my back while fucking me in the ass.

“You know you bring this on yourself, don’t you,
Morgan?” he asked, more for himself than me.

I moaned in agreement. I knew Drew was getting close
when he went faster, deeper, and more aggressively, pumping in and out of my
ass. He slowly pulled out, pumped his cock and released. Feeling the bouts hit my
ass and core, he rubbed it around with his cock.

Just like always, the intense love making was over,
and reality once again set in. I removed myself from the bed and went to the
shower. Drew joined me, kissing every little place his hands hurt me.

Unfortunately, I didn’t get to go with Alicia, go to
the sandwich shop, or to our next appointment with Deidra. Drew went, and I
listened, participating through a conference call on my bed. I was trying to
avoid Marta, feigning an illness. I would be so mad at Drew if she quit again.
Of course things were wonderful between us. They always were after Drew hit me.
Drew could win the husband of the year award ten times over after this
happened. And I devoured it, forgetting as much as I could about the bruises on
my face.

“Are you here with us, Morgan?” Deidra asked over
the phone at the start of the conference call.

“I’m here,” I replied, sitting Indian style, getting
cozy for the session that Drew was attending without me.

“I hope you’re feeling better.”

“I’m fine, just a little bug.”

“Okay, we’ll just have Drew do most of the talking.
Feel free to jump in anytime.”

“I will.”

“You can pick up where you left off last week,” she
offered.

How the hell did he do that? I didn’t even know
where he left off. He remembered though, and it took me a minute to remember
where he was the week before. Oh yeah, he was about to talk about the day I’d
regained my memory.

“I left Morgan sleeping the following morning,” Drew
began. “I was only going to Dallas, and would be back in a day. I thought about
sending Derik, but wanted to see the merchandise myself. I definitely didn’t
want the store, but I was interested in the retail. The building was too old
and not in an upscale part of the city where I would have even considered it.
It was best I took care of it myself. As I said, I’d be in and out in a day.

Morgan was gone when I checked in on her later in
the afternoon. I didn’t call her, figuring she and Marta went out for lunch,
the library, or maybe even the park. I had a meeting with the owner of Jan’s
Jewels anyway, and I was trying to give her space, not worry about her so much.

I called a little later when I logged on, concerned
seeing her sleeping on our bed. She promised she was fine and didn’t need Dr.
Tharp. We talked again before she went to bed and once again she promised she
was fine.

I never thought a thing. Everything looked perfectly
normal to me. I couldn’t wait to get home. I checked in on Morgan the next day
she was in the kitchen with Marta, sending her out of the house for the
weekend. I shook my head, buttoning my cuffs, amused at her. She knew I hated
when she did that. I didn’t mind her sending Marta away. I just wanted her to
wait until I was home. I didn’t like her being there alone.

I wouldn’t be long though. I would be in the air and
back home within two hours. And I was glad that Marta was leaving us alone for
the weekend. It insured I’d be exploring Morgan’s body all over the house. That
made me very excited.

Coming from the bathroom, I lifted my jacket from
the chair and slid in one arm. I was just getting ready to close my laptop when
I froze. Morgan went black in an instant. Where the hell did she get that bat?
Better question, what the hell was she doing? She’d lost her mind for sure. I
dialed her number watching the camera views on my screen disappear after the
contact of the bat, because she had demolished them. She knew. She remembered.
Fuck. She remembered and I wasn’t there with her.