Underestimated Too(74)

I wasn’t going to come. I was sure of that too. Drew grunted, moaned, and hissed. Taking me rough, fast, and hard until he was spent past the point of return.

“Come here,” he breathed heavily, removing the condom. Holding the bottom of my chin, he slid into my mouth with quick, short strokes. “Open up,” he rasped, pulling out and stroking himself off. Moaning, the first bout hit my tongue and then my lips. Drew kept my mouth open by holding down on my tongue with his dick, not letting me swallow at all. My lips, tongue, and mouth was covered in his poison, just like he wanted.

“Swallow me,” he whispered down, pulling out enough for me to swallow him, all of him.

Drew turned and walked away without a word. I stood, frustrated as I had been all day. Damn him. I let him beat my ass with a belt, and he couldn’t even let me come? Fuck that.

“Come and sit in the hot water,” Drew requested.

I stomped towards him with an angry glare.

He stopped me at the door. “Thank you,” he said raising my chin to look at him.

Thank you? Thank you? Really? Thank you? Oh, my god. This man would send me to an early grave.

I gasped when I saw the welts on my ass. They weren’t bleeding but damn close to it. They were not just welts that would go away by morning. These were deep, dark, purple welts. I turned to look at Drew, knowing he was seeing it too.

“You’re okay, get in the water.”

Drew held my arm as I eased myself in, holding my breath when the water hit the painful stripes. “There doesn’t that feel good?” It did feel good. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and tried to clear my head. I opened them when I felt Drew run his fingers between my legs. “Open your legs,” he whispered. Of course the twinge between my legs left me forgetting about the stinging going on behind.

It hadn’t been fifteen minutes since Drew spewed in my mouth. I was a little shocked when I looked to see him stroking himself already hard again. Usually it took Drew at least an hour before he could perform again. It was hot, hot as hell. I loved watching Drew jerk off. Taking his time, Drew paid special attention to my pulsating nub, but not enough to make me come, not until he was ready. As soon as started to call out in long awaited pleasure, Drew stood, jerked himself hard and came with me, all over my chest.





Chapter 24





Drew sent Marta away when my mother and Caroline left the next day. This too was sort of his routine. The honeymoon phase, as Deidra called it. We spent the next four days in total love, unable to get enough of each other. Drew was so attentive towards me, always telling me he loved me, touching, kissing and holding me tight all night long. Drew did love me. I know Drew loved me. He loved me the only way he knew how. And as repulsive as it sounds, I’d take it.

We didn’t discuss any of that with Deidra come Thursday. We continued where we’d left off, right after I took care of him when he was sick.

“So things started to change after that? This is when you knew you were in love with your wife?” Deidra asked Drew.

Drew studied me briefly, trying to find the right place to start. Placing my hand in his as he smiled at me.

“Not exactly. I didn’t let her know that anyway. I went back to being me, and Morgan went back to doing what I told her to do. Some nights, I struggled, some nights were easy. Callaway helped with the crazy thoughts of me falling in love with Morgan. He started insisting we have a baby, he needed a grandchild.”

“That’s why you were so persistent on me stopping my shots?” I asked.

“Yes, he’d been after me for months. That’s when you ran. That’s why you left, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“You weren’t ready for a child?” Deidra asked.

“I wasn’t ready to have Drew’s child. I was afraid of—of, well, I didn’t want a baby to be—”

“You were afraid of having a monster like me,” Drew stated.

I nodded, not wanting to do this. Drew and I had just spent an amazing past few days together and this was going to ruin it. I hated therapy more and more.

“You were willing to force her to have your child?” Deidra asked.

“I wasn’t about to have a family with Morgan. It would never work, and I didn’t want a child to be put in the middle of this fucked up shit. I wouldn’t hear of it. Of course Mr. Callaway was going to make sure it happened. He threatened, demanding Morgan have a baby, if I didn’t do it. What the hell was he going to say to her? Have a baby or you won’t get any money either? She didn’t even know she had money,” Drew explained, got up and walked to the window, sliding his hands in his pockets. “I wished a million times over I never mentioned it to her. I felt like that was the ending factor, the one that pushed her over the edge. Of course she wouldn’t want to bring a baby into this mess. Who in their right mind would?