Chapter 14

“Flipping on my laptop again later in the evening, I poured a drink and settled onto the sofa to see what little Morgan was up to. Watching her undress, looking like a different person, I sat up straighter. She was actually very attractive, my cock agreed as I watched her run her fingers over the smoothness of her freshly waxed pussy. I watched her bathe and then dialed her phone as she crawled into bed. Laughing, I watched her nervously stare at the phone, wondering if she should answer.

‘Hello,’ she cautiously picked up.

‘You’re even more beautiful now,’ I told her.

‘How do you know how I look?’ she questioned.”

I listened while Drew talked about that day as if it just happened. He was right on with all of it, bringing back feelings and emotions I wasn’t sure I wanted to think about.

“I told Morgan, ‘I can see you in every room of my house.’

‘Every room?’ she asked, looking towards her bathroom. I knew exactly what she was thinking.

‘Yes. Every room. You’re not allowed to touch yourself,’ I ordered her.”

“Drew,” I scolded. He didn’t have to tell Deidra every little detail. Geesh.  

Drew continued, totally ignoring my plea for him not to be so bold, “Morgan assured me, ‘Go to hell. I’ll do what I want, when I want.’

 I smiled, staring at her angry expression through my laptop. She looked around the room, trying to stare me down. She couldn’t, she didn’t know where the cameras were.”

“You had cameras installed to watch her?” Deidra interrupted, maybe she hadn’t heard it all. She sounded a little surprised at that fact.  

“Does. We still have cameras.” I was the one to answer. “Yes, Drew can see me and our son in any room of our house from any computer, from any country,”

“How do you feel about that, Morgan? You’re okay with that?”

“Unequivocally, I am,” I admitted. I didn’t know why it was okay. I guess because I was so used to it.

 “Go on,” Deidra nodded.

Drew continued his story, “I boldly stated, ‘I assure you, you won’t.’ Letting her know that she wouldn’t be doing what she wanted. ‘I wouldn’t advise you to speak to me like that in the future,’ I warned Morgan.

‘Why?’

‘Because you will be punished, for outbursts like that.’

‘And how do you plan to punish me?’

‘I’m sure you will soon find out. I will see you in a few days, Mrs. Kelley.’ Hanging up, I continued to watch her. Wishing I’d ordered her to sleep naked or something. She was underneath the covers, watching television. It wasn’t enough to even get a hard-on. Again, I drank myself in a stupor, passed out on the couch, and woke with a stiff neck from the crazy dream. Sitting up, I rubbed the back of my neck and then moved the hardness of my cock to the side. Jesus, another five minutes and I was sure I would have come in my sleep. How could I acquire an erection, envisioning that fucked up shit? I moved my fingers across the mouse pad of my laptop, typed in the password and clicked on Morgan sound asleep, still snuggled under her covers. I clicked on the rooms in the rest of the house, pausing on the one that my mother slept in. I bypassed that room. If I had to live there, something was going in that room, something that didn’t represent the hell my mother went through while living there with that fucking lowlife. Clicking back to Morgan, I felt all the anger that I held toward Michael resonate from his dead body to her. I hated her as much as I hated her fucking father. I wanted her dead too. It was ridiculous how much hatred I felt toward this girl. Did she really think she was going to just waltz right in here and take everything I’d worked for? No fucking way. I would die before I let that happen.”

I raised my eyebrows when Drew spoke of Valerie again. I was once again interested in what he had to say. I hadn’t heard any of this before.

“Moving my finger over the mouse I hovered over Valerie’s room, debating on whether or not I wanted to go there. I was going to turn that room into a theater, something to distract my attention while I waited for Mr. Callaway to kick the bucket and get rid of his dumb little granddaughter.”

Watch it buddy.

“I opened the room, seeing it the exact same way it was left. My mother took great pride in that day. She’d wanted Valerie out of the picture for years. Michael wouldn’t hear of it. He kept them both right where he wanted them, and both dumb women fell at his feet, believing that he was going to marry them. The sad part was Valerie was already married. She would have left her husband in a heartbeat for Michael. I know she would have. When Michael got really bad, Valerie was made aware that she wouldn’t be coming back to the estate. She hated my mother as much as my mother hated her. Patrick, her husband, was a good friend of Michael’s, they did business together, and while Michael was out of town, taking care of business, Michael entertained his wife. I guess my mother always did have a little more pull than Valerie. Although Valerie was by far lacking in anything. Michael made sure of it. She dressed in beautiful clothing just like my mother. Unlike my mother, Valerie was free to leave anytime and never return whenever she wanted to go. Michael reminded her of it often. He reminded my mother of the fact as well, but he’d never let her leave, not that she would have anyway. She was in love with him for whatever reason. I’m sure I’ll go to my grave trying to figure that one out. Of course I kept her from knowing a lot of things. Would it have influenced her decision to leave Michael? I don’t think so. She wore blinders; the man could do no wrong. I let my mind wonder to Valerie and that room, the dream that had woken me. I was barely seventeen. I’m not sure where my mother was, away somewhere. Michael often sent her away when he wanted to entertain Valerie. I never went with her, and she never asked me to go. I guess I was somewhat neglected too. I knew she loved me, it wasn’t that, she just had other things more important on her mind than me.

I remember standing to the side of the French doors, watching as Michael slid his fingers through the material of Valerie’s top. Feeling the sensations in my groin, I moved my legs apart, trying to situate my hardness. It wasn’t the first time I’d watched Michael fuck Valerie. I’d been working side by side with him, learning everything I could learn from him. I knew where the key to his office was. I knew how to magically make Valerie’s room appear on the computer screen. I’d jacked off in my hand many times to Michael fucking Valerie. I became pretty excited for those times my mother would go out of town, knowing Valerie would take her place. It’s sick, I know. She was my mother for god’s sake, I should have been furious with Michael for bringing Valerie to our home while my mother was away. I wasn’t, maybe because she was stupid enough to know about it and let it happen. Unsnapping my dress pants, I released my pulsating cock and stroked it, staring blankly at the empty room on screen. I contemplated that day, stroking myself in my hand. One of many fucked days. By the time I’d turned eighteen, Michael shared Valerie with me. I made sure my mother was involved in chasing charities, organizing events, and getting out of town. I needed her gone to ensure Valerie’s stay. Valerie didn’t always come when my mother was gone. She was there occasionally when my mother was there, but not often. It was sort of a mixed blessing when she was there. I got to spend more time with Valerie when my mother was home, but it felt a little, I don’t know, dirty, I guess.”

“You were with her too, weren’t you, Drew. After we were married, I mean,” I interrupted.

“I was, Morgan,” Drew smiled at me and continued. “I flipped the camera back to sleeping Morgan and pumped my cock in my hand. Imagining my come coating her lips. I thought about doing to her what Michael had done to my mother. That was the part that wanted me to slice his motherfucking throat. I’d seen the way he treated my mother, just like he treated Valerie. I saw his hand strike her face more than once. I never watched the fucked up shit he did to her. I couldn’t do that. It made me sick, but I had no problem at all watching him do it to Valerie. She had a choice. She didn’t have to be there. She should have been at home with her husband. She chose the fucked up shit that Michael did to her. ‘Eat me, you little bitch. Take my come just like your daddy used to do to my mother,’ I said out loud to the empty apartment while I spewed my juices to the palm of my hand.”

Jesus Drew.