Underestimated Too(55)

“I love you. You can’t take off like that. I’ll take you to the strip if you want to go there. You can’t do what you want. Do you understand me, Morgan?” Drew asked, twisting my nipple between his fingers.

“Hmmm, yes,” I managed to say.

“You know I’m about to discipline you, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I moaned, tilting my head for his provocative lips.

Backing away from me, Drew crossed his arms and stared. “Take your clothes off.”

Undressing in front of him, I did protest, watching him remove the leather belt. I wasn’t sure I wanted to be that severely punished.

“Drew, no. Not with the belt.”

“I won’t hurt you. I promise. Bend over my desk.”

I rested my body across the cold wood, feeling the cool effect on my erect nipples. Drew ran his hand over my ass and dipped his finger between my legs. I was so wet and aroused, I could have come in three seconds if he would have paid attention to my pulsating clit. He didn’t, of course. I wasn’t in control. Drew was.

Holding my breath when Drew took his hand away from me and stepped back, I waited.

“Ahhh,” I called out when the leather came in contact with my bare skin, causing an instant sting.

“Shhh,” Drew coaxed, rubbing the sting with his soft hands, and dipping his fingers back to my overactive sex.

This was the routine for five tormenting strikes from his belt. It wasn’t a quick five strikes. Drew dragged it out, slowing down time, and enjoying his control over me. I’m not sure he would have stopped then had he not forgotten about a call.

“I have to take this,” Drew said, pulling me to him. He kissed my lips, placing his hand over my burning ass cheeks. I didn’t want him on the phone. I wanted him inside me.

This reminded me of old times. I lay naked over Drew’s desk while he conducted business, going back and forth with Celeste and two other men on speaker. I grasped the corner of the desk, trying not to moan while my husband inserted an ink pen, sliding it in and out of my ass. I was okay with that. It was his thumb brushing my swollen nub at every insertion that warranted my need to moan.

Closing my eyes, I struggled to keep quiet. I wanted to come. Between the tingling feeling on my ass cheeks, the sensation of the foreign object moving in and out of my ass, and the tormenting fingers on my clitoris, I was spent. I was spent until I opened my eyes, viewing the fallen key right beside the pile of clothes on the floor. I stopped breathing, stopped feeling the sensations going on in my body, and freaked out.

Shit. If Drew saw that, he’d know I dropped it. Now what the hell was I going to do? If he got behind me, which I was sure he would eventually do, he’d see it. I was screwed. Okay, okay, story time. What the do I tell him? I had to get that key.

Standing and removing Drew’s hand from me, he gave me a peculiar look. “I have to pee,” I whispered to his ear, hoping he stayed seated.

Drew pushed a button on the phone, muting the noise from his office. “No, don’t pee. It’ll intensify your orgasm.”

“I’ll be right back. I have to, Drew,” I whined. He groaned and let me go, thank god. I dressed, placing my foot over the key. Pretending to fix the bottom of my pants, I picked it up, grasping it in my hand.

I hesitated, unable to breathe again when Drew came to me. “Come right back to me,” he requested, kissing me long and hard. Stiffening my posture, Drew ran his hand down my arm and to my hand. I held it tightly in a fist.

I was losing my mind. Panic overtook me when I entered the bathroom. What the hell was I supposed to do with this key? Drew was probably watching me. I couldn’t just hide it. He’d see me, or was he even paying attention? He was on a call, probably not watching me at all. Oh, my god, Morgan. Get it together.

Positioning myself over the toilet I looked around for a safe place to hide my key without being obvious. I chickened out, too afraid that I was being watched. Walking back to Drew’s office, I pretended to straighten the pocket in my pants, placing it securely in the corner.

Drew smiled at my return, not missing a beat in his conversation. “Celeste, can you go over what Chinatown did compared to Manhattan last month,” he coaxed. I didn’t wait for a command. Standing in front of him I, gracefully slipped out of my clothes, and resumed my position. I’d forgotten about the stinging in my ass until Drew soothed it with his hand.

Drew hit the mute button again, stood and leaned over me, kissing and licking my back. “I’m going to teach you not to disobey my orders, Morgan. It’s not that hard is it? Don’t I give you enough freedom? You realize how much freedom I could take from you, don’t you?” Drew said in a raspy tone, hot on my skin.