“Yes,” I moaned, feeling his finger between my legs again. Hearing the desk drawer open I listened to the wrapper being ripped open.
“I shouldn’t let you come. I should keep you from it for defying me. This is never going to happen again, is it, Morgan?” Drew asked. I jumped when he slammed the bottle of KY on the desk.
“No,” I moaned, sucking in a deep breath from his not so gentle entrance to my ass. Drew grabbed my hands and held them behind my back, thrusting in and out of me rougher than I would have liked.
Drew held himself inside me when Celeste asked a question. He unmuted, answered, and muted again, continuing his task at hand. “Fuck, Morgan,” he groaned, thrusting deep and hard. He really wasn’t going to let me come. I was bent over his desk, letting him treat me like he used to, and he was going to keep me from it. I may just be pissed off, a little bit.
I was right. Drew pulled out of me, shoved me to the floor in front of him, and ripped off the condom. For just an instant, I thought about protesting, but for whatever reason, I didn’t. I parted my lips and let Drew bathe my lips with his come. Applying it to my lips, he watched with a lustful stare and hissing sound.
“Don’t you ever do that again, Morgan” he warned, pressing the head of his cock in my mouth and to the back of my throat. “You understand me?” He asked, tugging on my hair a bit.
“Hmm. Mmm,” I nodded, trying to swallow his come around his cock.
Chapter 19
“You okay, Morgan?”
“Hmm?” I asked, looking up to Deidra, preoccupied. I couldn’t get the key out of my mind or how I could get into the box at the bank without Drew finding out.
“You seem a little off today,” Deidra accused.
“I’m fine. What were you saying?”
“Deidra, can you leave us alone for a minute?” Drew asked.
“Sure, you want coffee?” she replied.
“That would be great,” Drew nodded.
I had to stop reading mystery books. He knew about the key. He waited until we were here in Deidra’s office to confront me so he didn’t hurt me. What was I supposed to tell him?
“Morgan, is this because of what happened yesterday?” Drew warmly asked, taking both my hands.
“No, Drew. I’m fine,” I assured him.
“You’re not fine. You’re distant with me. I don’t like it.”
“I’m fine. I promise. How could I not be fine? You made up for it last night.” I smiled. He smiled too. He didn’t let me come in his office, but holy mother of Jesus, did he ever take care of me after we went to bed.
“What’s wrong then?”
“Drew, nothing is wrong. I promise.”
“You can go hang out with Alicia and the baby after this if you want,” he offered.
“Thanks, maybe I’ll go home and get Nicky and do that. No, I won’t get Nicky. I can’t help her with anything with him. I might. I’m fine. Let’s get this hour over with.”
“Are you tired of doing this? Is that what’s wrong?”
“Drew, nothing is wrong. I’m fine with this,” I argued. Geesh.
“All set?” Deidra asked, handing us both a cup of coffee.
She sat behind her desk rather than her customary chair and flipped the pages of a yellow legal pad.
“Let’s recap,” she began, looking at me. “Morgan you were raised by two alcoholic parents in a small coal town in West Virginia. You raised your little brother until he was taking from you. You never had money and rarely had enough food. You never had a serious relationship before Drew, and you even to this day have a hard time making decisions for yourself?”
“I can make decisions,” I objected.
“She doesn’t need to make decisions. I handle that part of her life,” Drew intercepted with an attitude.
“We’ll get to that. You’re not ready to go there just yet. Let’s review you,” she suggested instead. “You were born to a teen mother who was impregnated by her stepfather. She took you and ran when you were three. She made her money by entertaining men until you were ten, when your mother met Morgan’s father. He gave her a job at one of his stores and moved her to a nice apartment where she was to only entertain him. Once he moved you both to his house he also achieved entertainment from you. Michael taught you how to be a very successful business man in exchange for you letting him take care of a sick need, and keep your mouth shut.” Taking a deep breath, Deidra cracked her knuckles and looked from me to Drew. “That’s a lot of shit to be dumped in either of your laps. I’d love for you two to tell me that pretty much sums it up, but I’m afraid there’s more. Am I right? Let’s talk about the six years leading up to your accident, Morgan.”