Chapter 18

 

I never lied to Drew. I was afraid of lying to Drew. He’d find out, I was sure of it. I should have let it go. I couldn’t. I needed to find out what was in the lock box at the bank. I’m not sure why I needed to find out. I just did. It was probably nothing. Some jewelry or something. I’d just have a look and then put the key back where I found it. I wouldn’t mess with the contents of the locked box.

“You just went out with Alicia yesterday,” Drew complained when I told him that Nicky and I were going over to her house and maybe to lunch.

“So, you’re just going to be locked up with Celeste all day. What else do you want me to do?”

“I don’t like you having that much freedom. It worries me.”

I moved myself close to Drew’s chest, leaned against him and kissed his chin. “Stop worrying about me. I’m fine, just bored.”

“I’ll give you something to do,” he teased, kissing my lips.

“Hmm, okay, let’s do that now,” I offered.

“Let’s not,” Celeste said from the door.

“Great, you always do this in front of Celeste. Now she thinks of me as being weak. She’ll never listen to me now,” Drew complained in a joking manner.

“She doesn’t think of you as weak. She thinks you like to fuck your wife.”

“GET OUT OF HERE!” Drew yelled, sending both Celeste and me into a laughing state.

***

“I don’t like this, Morgan. What if Drew comes here? What if he calls? What am I supposed to say? Just let me come with you and I’ll wait in the car.”

“No, Alicia. Just keep Nick for me for a little while. Drew’s not going to call you. Has he ever called you or stopped by to check on me? No. He’d call me, not you. I won’t be long,” I promised, handing over Nicholas and quickly getting out of there. I didn’t know how much time I had or if I even needed to worry about it. Chances are Drew wouldn’t call at all. I still couldn’t help the excitement and fear, sending my nerves on an overloaded high.

Turning up the music, trying to drown out my panicked thoughts of Drew catching me, I went where he forbid me to go, even with Alicia. I drove to the strip, right to down town Vegas. Drew would kill me if he knew I went there.

I had to walk two blocks to even get to the bank. There was nowhere to park, and I ended up paying nine dollars just to park in a parking garage for ten minutes.

“Hey, pretty lady,” some guys hanging out inside the dim lit garage called to me. I knew I shouldn’t have worn a skirt. I ignored them with a speeding heart, hoping they didn’t follow. Thank god they didn’t.

“Can you tell me where to go for this?” I asked, the man just inside the bank doors.

“Right through there, ma’am,” he nodded to a set of white doors with gold trim, the kind you’d expect to see in Las Vegas.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. This key is registered under a Drew Kelley. Without proper identification, I can’t let you in,” the nice lady explained. Shoot. Now what?

“I’m his wife, and Michael Callaway passed away. He was my father,” I tried. It was worth a shot.

“I’m sorry, but I still need a power of attorney or Mr. Kelley’s presence.” She smiled.

“Thank you,” I disappointedly, replied. Well, that didn’t work. Oh, just stop it, Morgan. It’s probably nothing anyway, diamonds or something. Let it go, I tried to tell myself. Why couldn’t I let it go? Why was that deposit box eating away at my mind like it was? I needed to forget the deposit box, take the key back to the estate, and let it go. But why was the key at Randal’s house if the deposit box was in Drew’s name? It didn’t add up.

Quickly walking back the way I came, I once again ignored the same group of guys, admiring my black Lexus. Investigating in my mind about how to get in that deposit box, I jumped from the ringing of my phone.

“Hello,” I answered Alicia.

“Drew tracked your phone. He knows you went downtown.”

“How do you know? Shit, Alicia. What did you tell him?”

“Nothing, I told him you didn’t tell me where you were going, that you only asked me to keep Nicky for a bit.”

“He’s calling me now. I’ll call you back.”

“Where the fuck are you?”

“Oh, my god, Drew. I’m fine.”

“Why are you downtown?” he angrily asked.

“I wanted to buy a new outfit and some new toys for us and surprise you later, but I can’t seem to get out of your sight long enough to do anything on my own,” I yelled, pulling that lie from I have no idea where. I always lied better under pressure. I was glad I didn’t have time to conjure up a story, I’d screw it up anyway.

“Get Nicholas and come home, now,” he ordered, hanging up.

 He was pissed. Shit. I was scared. Maybe I shouldn’t go home just yet. Maybe I should stay with Celeste and Alicia for a while until he calmed down. He wouldn’t come there and cause a scene, he didn’t work that way. Drew couldn’t hide behind his sheep’s clothing if he did that. He wouldn’t blow his cover. Then again, I’d just make things worse for when I did go home.

Drew stood at the door, waiting for me with his hands in his pockets. He was pissed. I could tell right away. Nicholas kicked his legs, lunging for his daddy, happy to see him. Drew’s face lightened, just a bit. Nicholas had that effect on everyone he came in contact with.

I decided to play this pissed off role too, not sure if I was safer that way or just apologizing my ass off. I stormed past Drew, turning his shoulder with mine, and stomped toward the kitchen.

“What the hell, Morgan?” Drew asked, following me.

I glared at him, feigning anger when in truth, I wanted to just come out and ask him, tell him that I’d found a key. “You tell me, Drew,” I barked, taking Nicholas and sitting him in his highchair with a hand full of cheerios.

“Give me your phone,” he demanded with an open palm.

I took my phone from the pocket in my purse and slammed it on the countertop with a pissed off expression. That time wasn’t fake. I was pissed.

“Is there a problem, Morgan?” he asked, opening the screen on my smartphone.

“Nope, go ahead Drew. Read my text messages, see who I called, see who called me, see if I give a fuck,” I nonchalantly gestured with a nod.

Drew was around to my side of the island in a split second, speaking down, inches from my face. “Maybe you need a timeout, Morgan. Maybe you need a few days of isolation, get your shit together, timeout. Is that what you need? You need a break from society for a few days?” he threatened through gritted teeth.

“Maybe I do,” I argued, giving it right back to him. “Maybe I need to take my son and give you the fucking timeout. I’m tired, Drew. I can’t live like this anymore. I don’t need you to be my fucking keeper. You can take all your lies, your secrets, your dominating self and shove them clear up your ass,” I yelled, shoving him backwards. Oh, my god. I just shoved Drew. He was going to kill me.

“You need to stop, Morgan. You need to stop right this second,” Drew quietly spoke in my ear after grabbing and turning me into the refrigerator. Holding my arm high in the center of my back, I tried to move away from him. I couldn’t, he lifted my arm higher, causing too much pain for me to do anything.

“Let go of me, Drew,” I demanded.

“Are you going to settle down? You’re acting like this in front of your son. He’s sitting right there watching you. How does that make you feel, Morgan?”

“Drew, let go of my arm.”

“Stop acting like a lunatic.”

“Really? You’re calling me crazy?” I asked, vehemently. How dare he.

“Okay, okay, let’s stop this,” Drew said, softening his grip and turning me to face him.

I didn’t look at him. I looked passed him.

“I think we should spend some time in my office. You seem to have forgotten where your place is here,” Drew whispered, kissing my neck and grinding into me with an already noticeable erection.

“I don’t want you to touch me,” I whispered in the same way, mimicking his tone.

“You two going to get it on right here in the kitchen, in front of Nicky,” Marta interrupted, carrying a sack of groceries.

“No. We’re finished here,” I assured her, stepping around Drew and taking my son from his chair.

Drew took him from me with a stern look, placed him back in his seat and walked me out of the kitchen, holding both my arms. I should have protested. I shouldn’t have let him think he won—again. I could have. I wasn’t afraid that he was going to hit me. That wasn’t why I didn’t protest at all. I didn’t protest because I was as sick as my twisted husband. I was too busy trying to put my vagina in its place to protest. I knew where we were going, and I knew why. So did my aching pussy.

Drew closed the door, slamming me against it. His mouth crushed mine with a powerful I’m-the-one-in-control kiss. “You know what it does to me when you disobey me, Morgan,” Drew rasped in my hair while his fingers fumbled with the buttons on my blouse. I couldn’t speak, no words would form. I was having a hard enough time, reminding myself to breath.

“This is so fucked up, Drew,” I panted in some sort of breathy moan. It was fucked up. My husband was about to punish me for disobeying him, and I was more aroused than I could handle. I would have done anything he told me to do at that moment—anything.

“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.

“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.