Underestimated Too(16)

I felt the sting across my ass when he told me to roll over.

“Spread your legs. Isn’t that what you want, Morgan? You like being a little slut?” he asked, running his fingers up my pussy. I wasn’t wet like I would have normally been. I was in too much pain to be wet. I could feel my swollen lip with my tongue, still tasting blood. The dull ache in my eye reminded me of his knuckles, and my ass felt like it was bleeding fire.

I couldn’t answer, I couldn’t talk. I was in my own state, hell, I couldn’t even cry. I didn’t know what I was feeling: hurt, anger, betrayal, wounded. I had so many emotions going on at once, I didn’t know how to feel. I didn’t want to feel that, I thought, watching Drew emerge from our closet with the rod that I didn’t want. I didn’t want to come, I didn’t want to come close to coming, and I didn’t want him touching me.

“You honestly don’t think you’re going to come, do you?”

Again, I didn’t answer. I grabbed the covers in both my fists as he touched me with the electrical current, bringing me to the brink of an orgasm that I wouldn’t be having. Nine agonizing jolts later, he was finally tired of playing that game. Thank god. I didn’t know how much more I could take without begging him to stop.

“Roll over, bad girl.”

I moved to my stomach, accepting his soothing hands on my sore ass. “Why do you make me do this?” he asked, rubbing the soreness from my ass cheeks.

Again, I didn’t answer. He wasn’t looking for answers. I felt him spread my ass cheeks with his hands, exposing my puckered hole. Closing my eyes, I used my senses to figure out what he was doing. Listening to the cap being popped on the tube, and feeling the cool liquid run down the crack of my ass, he massaged the lubricant around my opening before inserting a finger, and then two. Relying on my senses, I heard the tear from the condom. He only used a condom when he was planning on finishing in my mouth. Clenching my jaw, I felt him slide in a little, and then a little more until he was slowly moving in and out of me.

“Move up on your knees and spread yourself open.”

I did what I was told as he grabbed my hips and pulled me towards him, in and out, in and out. Drew picked up speed and vigor, hissing and moaning as he fucked me. I knew it was just a matter of time. He slid out of me, pulled me to the floor by my arm and stroked himself on my lips. Jerking himself to come, he moved me back to the bed, slid into my pussy and pumped ferociously in an out, trying to make himself come. As soon as he felt the sensation again, he pushed me back to my knees and I swallowed him.

“Drew,” I called before he closed the door, leaving me alone.

He turned to me with regret already showing in his eyes.

“I never put you on a pedestal,” I quietly said, lowering my eyes from his just like I would have before my accident, when he treated me like my father treated his mother.





Chapter 6





“Marta, please don’t do this. I need you here. Nicholas loves you. I don’t trust him with anyone else,” I begged as Marta packed up the last of her things.

“Look in the mirror, Morgan. I’m not going to stand around here and watch this anymore. You need to get away from him before he really hurts you. I’ll help you. Please, Morgan. Get out of this house,” she begged right back.

“I’m not going to leave him, Marta. I can’t. Not right now.”

Marta turned her attention back to her packing with a sad look. “I’m going to read about your death in the paper,” she sadly spoke, walking past me and right out of my life.

I knew Drew was watching from his office. He never came out to stop her. He just let her go. Now what was I supposed to do? It wasn’t like I couldn’t take care of Nicholas myself. I could, but it was still nice having someone there to do the cooking and take him when I needed a moment of me time.

“Why is Celeste working downtown this week?” Alicia asked as soon as I answered my phone.

“I don’t know. Ask her.”

“I did. She said Drew told her not to come to the house. Why can’t she come to the house? Something’s going on. I can tell. Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine.”

“Leave Nicholas with Marta for a little bit. Let’s go get some lunch or something.”

“I can’t today.”

“Why? What are you doing?”

“Marta is taking a couple days off, and Nicholas is teething. He’s so fussy right now. I want to stay home. We’ll do something later on in the week.”

“Give him a freezer pop. You know the ones in the plastic wrappers? Let him chew on that. That’s what we did for Vincent.”