Chapter 23

 

 

My head was going to explode. What is that ringing? It sounded like it was echoing inside my head. Oh lord. Jumping up, I ran to the bathroom, covering my mouth with my hand, making it just in time.

Sitting on the floor, I heard my phone ringing from my bed again. , I couldn’t feel like this today. My mother and Caroline would be here in the afternoon. What the hell did I do? Ignoring my phone that was starting to piss me off, I washed my face and brushed my teeth. It was almost ten in the morning. I couldn’t believe I slept that late. Nicholas had been up for two hours, and I never even heard him. Thank god for Marta. What would I do without her?

“Jesus, Drew,” I finally answered. “Can you give me time to get my balance?” I asked, rubbing my aching head. I needed drugs, very strong pain killing drugs.

“Do you have any idea how many times I have called you in the last twelve hours?” he furiously asked. “Do you have any idea how many times you answered me?”

“What do you want? I’m not feeling the best right now.”

“You know what I want. It’s a good damn thing I am in New York, or you’d see firsthand what I want.”

“Yeah, okay, whatever. I’m going to hang up now. I kind of have a headache.”

“Don’t you dare hang up on me, Morgan.”

“Why, Drew, because you’re going to treat me like I’m ten and tell me how much trouble I’m in?”

“Oh, you have no idea how much trouble you’re in. I want to be there so bad right now, you don’t even know.”

“Great, well, what would you like for me to do? You want me to sit around here all day, worrying about how much trouble I am in? I don’t want to do that. My mom is coming today. I’ll talk to you later. I’m going to find my son and something for this headache.”

“Morgan, so help me if you hang—”

Click

That wasn’t going to be good. I just hung up on Drew. Nobody hung up on Drew. I should care. I tried to care. I just didn’t. I was over it. I had more fun than I’d had in a long time with Deidra and Alicia. I did nothing wrong and Drew Kelley could go to hell. I didn’t care.

That was easier said than done. I did worry the entire day. Even after my mind was occupied with my mother and Caroline, I still worried. At least he had time to cool down. Surely he wouldn’t react with my family being there.

Alicia came over with Vince and the baby in the afternoon. Caroline and Vince played in the pool. My mother made a big fuss over Nicholas, and I barely even got to hold him. I worried about Drew even more after Marta and my mother prepared lunch for all of us. Handing Nicky over to my mom, I walked away to answer my husband’s call.

“Hey,” I answered with a lot nicer tone than I had earlier.

Drew’s tone wasn’t any better. He was pissed. “We’ll be home around seven.”

“Tonight? I thought you weren’t coming until tomorrow.”

“Change of plans, my love. I’ll see you tonight.”

“Great, I’m looking forward to it,” I halfheartedly replied.

“I’m sure you are. I see you later.”

It would be fine. He wouldn’t do anything with company, and he’d left worrying about me leaving him. He wasn’t going to hurt me. Just relax Morgan. It’s fine.

That wasn’t easy. I tried my best to stay engaged with my company, go over last minute details for Nicky’s first birthday party, followed up on the decorators and caterer. Alicia left around six, wanting to be home when Celeste arrived. Caroline, Nicky, my mom, and Marta settled in the living room with a Disney movie. I left them for a much needed bath, wanting to look nice for when Drew arrived in one more hour. UGH!!! I was so nervous.

Standing in front of the mirror, I applied makeup and a spritz of perfume. I hadn’t even had time to dress yet when I jumped, startled.

“You look edible,” Drew said from the door with crossed arms.

“Hi,” I said turning to him.

“Hello. Come here.”

Damn, he looked edible too. When he wrapped me in his arms, I breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn’t mad.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” I countered, kissing his lips.

“Did you? I’m not sure you did. I’m thinking you had quite a bit of fun without me. Am I right, Morgan?” he asked with a look that I knew all too well.

“I did have fun, but I still missed you. Don’t do this, Drew. I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You didn’t? That’s funny because I’m not really seeing it that way,” he taunted, circling me and sliding my black robe off my shoulders. Kissing my bare shoulder with his hot lips, I closed my eyes, sucked in unavailable air as I leaned into his chest. “What’s the matter, Morgan? You want to be punished?” Drew asked, running his hand over my naked ass.

Jesus Christ. And there goes my traitor pussy, throbbing like it has its own mind or something. What the fuck was wrong with me? Deidra wasn’t doing shit to fix this fucked-upness. Yes. I wanted punishment. I wanted to be punished right that second.

“Answer me, Morgan,” Drew demanded, twisting my nipple between his fingers and kissing my neck with his ridiculous hot breath.

“Yes,” I managed. I’m not sure who was more screwed in the head: him or me.

I had to secure myself by placing my hand on the doorway when Drew, slowly moved his hand around my hip, up my stomach, and right to my sex. I felt him snicker on my skin when I cocked my leg a little, wanting the contact. He didn’t give it to me. He ran his hand along my groin, over my lips, smoothly avoiding my throbbing clit. , I wanted him to touch me. That was punishment enough right there.

“Get dressed. We have company,” he whispered, tantalizing words to my oversensitive skin. I dropped my arm and the cock in my leg when he walked around me and right out the door. What the hell?

The rest of the night was nothing short of torture. Drew and I stared ridiculous lustful stares all night. Even when he was holding Nicky, playing with him, he looked at me through narrowed eyes, staring electrical sensations right through me. Even when he was carrying on a conversation with my mother or Caroline, he was looking at me.

Taking Nicky from him around eight thirty, I lowered him for kisses from my mother to Caroline, Marta, and then Drew. He lunged at Drew when I lowered him for his goodnight kiss. Drew took him and stood. Shit. I didn’t want him to go upstairs with me yet. It was too early to leave our company for the night, and I’d already promised Caroline that I’d play Wii with her.

“You putting him to bed?” I tried persuading him.

“We’re putting him to bed,” Drew demanded.

Well, shit.

Running water for Nicholas’s bath, I smiled, watching Drew play with him, standing him on the sink in front of the mirror. His laugh erupted like a volcano when Drew tossed him towards his reflection.

Settling on the toilet to watch our little guy play in the water for a bit, I sat between Drew’s legs. He brushed my hair from my shoulder to my back while my fingers caressed his leg. I was very close to the point of no return. I wanted my husband in a bad way. His fingers on my skin, my collarbone and my neck didn’t help much. I wanted his hands all over me. I didn’t want to play Wii with Caroline.

Oh, my god, he was not going to play fair. I figured that out when I came to my knees, wanting, no, needing him to kiss me. He turned his head, kissing me lightly on the cheek.

“You’re driving me crazy,” I whispered to his neck, letting my fingers dance on the hair at the base of his neck.

“You think you didn’t drive me crazy while you were out half the night? You think I want my wife and the mother of my son whoring around in bars while I am out working?”

“Drew, that is not what I was doing, and you know it.”

“Bathe Nicholas,” he ordered, removing my hands from around his neck.

He definitely wasn’t playing fair. I knelt over the tub and bathed Nicholas while my husband moved in behind me, ran his hands over my ass, under my shirt and over the thin satin in my bra. I was sure I could have come through my pants if he would have touched me, given me just a little attention where I needed it.

“You have to stop,” I panted, coming to an upright position and leaning into his chest. That didn’t help. He grinded his erection into my back, torturing me more.

“I’m calling the shots. I’ll decide when I need to stop. You’re in for a very long night, love.” And just like that, Drew was on his feet and gone. Damn it.

“You’re daddy drives me crazy,” I cooed to Nicky.

“I heard that,” Drew called before I heard the door shut.

Nicky and I read The Lost Teddy Bear while rocking in his room. Nicholas didn’t make it to find out where the little boy had lost it. He was out after three pages. I kissed him lightly and laid him in his crib. 

Closing the door, I stopped, seeing Drew leaning against the wall, ankles crossed with a steel gaze. Jesus. This was going to be a long night. He was playing with me. He was the cat and I was the mouse.

“Come here,” he demanded.

“I can’t. You’re driving me crazy.”

“Why?” he asked, taking one step, closing the distance between us. Drew didn’t give me time to answer before he was shoving his tongue halfway down my throat. We stood in the hall, making out while his warm hands fondled my back and ribs. I moaned in his mouth, dropped my head for his lips to find my neck and breathed crazy, erratic breaths.

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you, Morgan?”

“Yes,” I panted. , yes.

“Is your pussy wet?”

“I’m sure of it.”

“Jesus, Morgan. You have no idea what you do to me, how much I want you, and how much I fucking love you. You can never do what you did last night again. Do you understand me?”

I would have told the man anything he wanted to hear at that moment. I would have followed him through the gates of hell, drove his getaway car, kissed his feet, I was that into this man. The logical part of my brain stopped working— well, a long time ago—but more so as the tormenting evening continued. I loved my mom and my little sister, but I really just wanted to be alone with my husband.

“Yes, Drew. I won’t,” I promised.

I did forget about my night with Drew for a while when I started playing the video game with Caroline. I loved that kid, although she did kick my ass in tennis, bowling, and even Sponge Bog. We all laughed extremely hard when we danced to Zumba. Even Drew was laughing. That was a good sign, I hoped. It was nearly eleven before Drew dismissed himself to shower and I followed not long after.

I stopped, dead in my tracks upon entering our room. Drew was naked, stroking himself on our bed. My eyes moved from his pumping hand to his glacial eyes.

“You like what you see?” he asked with a cold edgy tone. My mouth suddenly went dry. I knew the attitude; it excited and scared me at the same time. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” I replied, reverting my eyes back to his rock hard cock in his hand. I most certainly liked what I saw. I’d been thinking about it all day.

“Good, take your clothes off.”

Undressing, I stood naked, waiting for instructions.

“Let me see your pussy.”

“Where?” I asked, not understanding his half ass directions. This was going to be a long night. Drew wanted to play.

“Did I say to go anywhere? Right there. Spread your pussy lips and show me your pussy.”

“Stop,” Drew said in a sultry tone when I spread myself, running my fingers up my throbbing clit. “Did I say you could touch it? I said spread your lips and show me. I didn’t say a word about touching it, did I?”

“DID I?” he said more forcefully.

“No,” I answered, standing in front of him, spreading myself and halting all movement. Damn it. He was touching himself. And oh, did I like the show.

Drew nodded towards his rock hard cock. This wasn’t my first play date with Drew. I knew what it meant. I went to him, and started to lean over, placing his cock in my mouth. Drew stopped me by holding a fist full of hair.

“You want that in your mouth?”

“Hmm. Mmm,” I moaned. I did want it in my mouth.

“Get on your knees where you belong. You’re going to learn that there is one leader in this relationship. Who is it Morgan,” Drew asked as I dropped to my knees.

“You, Drew.”

“And when are you going to leave this house without asking again?” Drew asked as he coated my lips with pre-come still holding my hair.

“Never,” I submissively replied, tasting his sweet and salty liquid.

“That’s right. If you want to go to a bar it’ll be with me. Understood?”

I moaned, trying to say yes as Drew cut me off, shoving his dick to the back of my throat. We continued this for some time until Drew was getting too close. He wasn’t going to finish that quick. I knew it.

“I need you to bend over the bed, Morgan,” Drew requested in an almost desperate tone. I did as I was told, keeping my feet planted on the floor.

“No, Drew,” I stood when he got his belt. I could take the spankings, I sort of liked his hand imprinting my ass, not the belt. The belt hurt too much.

“Morgan, please. I need you to do this for me,” he begged, pulling me to his bare chest, burying his face in my hair.

“Drew, the belt hurts too much,” I pleaded.

“I know, baby, but it doesn’t last. The welts will be gone by morning. You know they will. Please, Morgan. I need to do this.”

“You need to punish me,” I said in more of a statement than a question. Drew was fighting something that Deidra hadn’t uncovered. I wasn’t sure she ever would.

“This is so fucked up, Drew.”

“I know it is. I’m sorry. Bend over.” He nodded.

Of course he had to go and slip his finger deep inside my pussy, spreading my wetness to my clitoris, causing me to instantly moan. Jesus, I wanted to come. Stiffening and grasping the covers beneath me, I waited, knowing what was coming when he backed away.

“You know I love you, don’t you, Morgan?”

“Yes, AHHHH!” I yelled, feeling the instant sting on my ass. Drew rubbed it away with his soft hand. Mother—that hurt.

“You can’t go to bars without me,” he warned, stepping back again.

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t, knowing what was coming.

It’s a good damn thing our house was so well-built and soundproof. I yelled on every thrash, calming every time Drew soothed the sting with his hand. Finally, after being whipped six times by Drew’s leather belt, he stopped. Thank god. I wasn’t sure I could take anymore. My ass was on fire and felt like it was bleeding. I knew it wasn’t, but I could feel the welts swell up, painting a picture of fine stripes across both cheeks.

“You’re such a good girl, Morgan,” Drew complimented, rubbing the burn. This was the part that was really fucked up. I was hurting, the stinging in my ass was on fire, and yet as soon as his fingers found my nub, my body instantly reacted with pleasure and pain that I can’t describe. “You want me to fuck your pussy?”

“Hmmm, yes,” I moaned, writhing my hips into his fingers.

“Roll over.”

Rolling over, I felt the discomfort of the covers on my newly assaulted ass. I forgot about it pretty quick. Drew pulled me towards him and ran the head of his cock up and down my wet throbbing pussy. I called out in pleasure, watching him apply pressure and circle my swollen nub with his cock. There was just something about Drew holding his hardness in his hand, pressing it firmly into my pussy that did something to me. I loved it. I loved the lustful look as he watched, and I loved the feeling of us becoming one. Drew slid deep into me, holding my hips and hissing through his teeth.

“Fuck, Morgan,” he called. “I need you to roll over.”

“Why? I like it like this.”

“I need to see your ass.”

Flipping over, I wondered what he meant. I had a good hunch that it meant he needed to see the welts he’d freshly added to my ass. I was sure that’s what he meant when he commented on it, or at least that’s how I took it, anyway.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he remarked, rubbing my sore ass. I saw the look in his eyes through the mirror. He had a brooding, doleful look while staring at what I could imagine my ass looked like. I wanted to come so badly that I couldn’t take it anymore. I moved my fingers to my throbbing nub, taking matters in my own hand. Drew grabbed it, shoved my face to the mattress, and held both my hands behind my back.

“Do you think you’re going to come, Morgan?” he asked, conducting himself with more force, thrusting deep in and out of me. If he kept that up, I was going to come regardless. Drew fucked me from behind for as long as I think he could take it before moving on.

“Get on the floor.”

“All fours,” he added when I stayed erect on my knees. I could hear the packet being opened and knew that he was about to put it in my ass, then rip off the condom, and have me swallow him.

“Spread yourself,” he ordered. I hated and loved this tone at the same time. Call me fucked up, call him fucked up, call us both fucked up, it is what it is, and I didn’t see anyone fixing us.

Doing as I was told, I spread myself, feeling the welts with my own hands. Those would not be gone by morning. I was sure of it. I felt the cool gel hit my puckered hole and then Drew’s finger penetrating my ass. I would never know this man’s fascination with my ass, but was sure it would always be there, no doubt in my mind. Drew took no mercy when he replaced his finger with his dick. Normally he eased himself in, giving me ample time to get used to his size. He didn’t do that. He forcefully moved in, crouching down, and fucked me.

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.