Underestimated Part 9

"That will be the last time you ever say anything like that to me. Do you understand?" he asked as I held my throbbing face.

I didn't answer and willed my tears to stay put.

"Answer me!" he said raising his voice.

"Yes!" I yelled right back.

"Yes, Drew, and try to say it a little nicer this time."

"Yes, Drew," I said quietly. I had to. I was afraid that he would hit me again.

"Good girl. Now come here. He said and sat back down on my bed."

I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to go to him. What did he want? Why did I have to go to him... on my bed?!

"I said to come here, Morgan," he warned. I slowly took the five steps to him, counting every one and stopping when I thought that it was close enough.

"Closer," he demanded with a hungry look in his eyes.

My knees were shaking as I walked. He ran both his hands down my still damp arms, and then moved my right arm away from holding my towel closed. He pulled it apart and let if fall to the floor.

"My, my, you have got to be hottest little thing I have ever seen," he said as his eyes went right to my v.a.g.i.n.a. I was so glad that I had taken the panties with me, and was somewhat covered. I should have known that I wasn't going to keep them for long.

He pulled the front of my panties out and only looked, at first.

"I love this," he said and touched the thin line of hair leading to my s.e.x.

I gasped from his touch and stepped back with one foot. He stood up and walked behind me. He kissed the back of my neck, and his hands explored my stomach and ribs. I could smell his cologne and closed my eyes at what was conspiring, and having no say in it, what so ever.

His lips trailed my neck and shoulders and then his fingers found my nipple. I almost moaned when he teased it between his thumb and finger. I felt the sensations electrify from my nipple all the way to my groin.

Stupid v.a.g.i.n.a.

He slowly moved to in front of me and kissed me. I didn't kiss him back and kept my lips pressed firmly together.

"Open your mouth," he ordered to my lips.

I parted them slightly, but it was enough for him to gain access and take my mouth with his tongue. I tried my best not to kiss him back or touch him, but my body was betraying me, and strange emotions took over.

I didn't think my heart could beat any faster, not until he pulled away from my lips and dropped to the floor in front of me. He slowly moved my panties down my legs and had to tell me to pick up my feet so that he could remove them. He sat back on his feet and stared at my s.e.x.

"I love this," he said and moved his fingers between my legs. I gasped from his touch, and he snickered a little. He hadn't touched between my folds yet, and only, gently ran his fingers on my smooth lips.

"Do you want me to touch you, Morgan?" he rasped.

Yes, please, touch me. Now!

"No," I spouted out in a hateful tone.

He snorted again. "I think you do," he said and took his thumb and forefinger and opened me up, still not touching me. I was afraid that he could see the throbbing that was begging for attention.

He stood back up and kissed me lightly, circled me, and kissed my neck again. I was begging myself with everything in me to keep it together. He might be able to make me do what he wanted, but he couldn't make me enjoy it. I tried to tell myself that I wasn't enjoying it, and I didn't want him touching me, but I was quickly losing the battle.

Stupid f.u.c.ker probably has a little d.i.c.k that he can't even get up. Why else would he have to buy a wife?

Holly s.h.i.+t...maybe not.

He thrust his hips into my naked backside, and I could feel his not so small erection.

"Lay down on the bed, Morgan," he whispered in my ear. He walked me forward when I didn't move.

Was I supposed to lie on my stomach? I didn't know what he wanted me to do, so I did nothing, nothing except notice my heart beating out of my chest, and the dull pain on my cheek bone. He turned me around and moved me back so that I had to sit. He wasn't modest at all and didn't care that his d.i.c.k was right in front of me. He grabbed himself and made a hissing sound as he moved it, trying to get some relief in the now too tight dress slacks.

He picked up both my legs, willing me to lay back.

I scooted back on my elbows, not wanting to be exposed to him. He had the most l.u.s.tful, crazed look in his eyes as he engrossed in my naked body beneath him. He slid both his hands up my legs and to the edges of my v.a.g.i.n.a. He still didn't touch me where I felt I needed touched.

"Spread your legs," he said as he grabbed himself again.

"I don't want to," I said weakly.

"But you are going to, so you should take heed in my warning and listen to me now."

I was afraid of the warning he spoke of, and slowly raised both of my legs. He hissed again as he stared at my extremely open s.e.x. He took both of his thumbs and opened me more. I closed my eyes, trying to shut out the humiliation.

"You're very wet, your p.u.s.s.y wants to be touched, doesn't it, Morgan?"

Yes...Yes it does, like now.

"No," I said through my rapid breaths.

"I am not touching you until you tell me to."

Great.

He continued to tease my outer folds, but wouldn't go anywhere close to my inner core. He would get close, very close, and after what seemed like hours that I was sure were only minutes, I twisted my hips, hoping his fingers would slip and find my throbbing nub, but he stopped moving altogether.

"Do you want me to touch you now?"

"Yes," I said in a panting breath and noticed the winning, smirk on his face. I wanted to kick it right off of him, but I wanted him to touch me more.

He turned his hand, palm side up, and ran his middle finger from my opening up to my c.l.i.t. I squirmed beneath his fingers, and closed my eyes, trying not to moan. He never slid his fingers inside of me like I was hoping he would, and focused on my slippery juices, ma.s.saging the slipperiness into my c.l.i.t. He placed his thumb on the throbbing sensation, circling it with just the right amount of pressure. I knew I was going to explode, and my hips moved with him. I was almost there, so close to the crest when he slowed his pace and pressure.

"Do you want to come, Morgan?" he asked, towering over me.

I did want to come, and I wanted to come right that second. I knew I was going to have to play his game, and he wasn't going to do anything without me telling him.

"Yes," I whispered.

He picked up his speed and pressure again. Just when I was right there, ready to be relieved, he abruptly stopped. My eyes opened, and he pulled me up, pus.h.i.+ng me down to kneel in front of him.

"You can come when you learn to listen and watch your mouth."

I started to panic again when he undid his belt and freed himself. He placed the head right on my tightly, squeezed lips.

"Open your mouth, Morgan."

"Uh-uh," I moaned as he moved his head from one side of my lips to the other, applying his pre-come to my lips like lipstick. He continued this, enjoying it, I was sure until he wanted in my mouth.

"Open your mouth, Morgan," he demanded again, but I still wasn't doing it. No way was he was putting that thing in my mouth.

He brought his hand up and rubbed my already bruised cheek, and then plugged off my only source of breathing with his fingers. I still didn't care. I would pa.s.s out before I opened my mouth for his d.i.c.k. That only lasted for about a minute and my survival instincts betrayed me, causing me to gasp for air. I tried to do it quickly, but he was faster and shoved himself inside my mouth with a gratifying moan.

"Oh f.u.c.k yeah," he muttered, sliding in and out of my mouth. He held my head by the top of my hair and thrust in and out of me, sometimes causing my gag reflex to engage. He moved rapidly, and when I felt the pulsating and knew he was about to come in my mouth, I swiftly jerked away from him. He continued to stroke himself and held my nose again.

"Awe, open up, baby," he moaned, close to release.

No way, f.u.c.k you, dude.

Again, the stupid survival instinct kicked in, and I was forced to take a breath, allowing him access again, but this time he held my jaw open with his fingers. He pulled out again and stroked himself ferociously on my lips, and just like that he was spewing out, moaning as his eyes, watched the show. He managed to get his head in just enough to insure that I did get it in my mouth and then smeared the rest of it around, moistening my lips with his come. Every time I tried to push it out of my mouth with my tongue he used his head and pushed it back. I finally swallowed what was in my mouth just to get it out.

He picked up the towel that I had around me, wiped himself off, and put himself away. He tossed me the towel and I instantly spit into it, wiping as much of him away as I could. He squatted to me on the floor and ran his middle finger up my glistening wet folds again and whispered to my lips.

"You're not allowed to touch yourself," he said, quietly. He dialed a number from the phone by my bed.

"Mrs. Kelley is going to need an icepack," he said and left me confused and frustrated.

Rebecca brought me an icepack and whispered close to my ear.

"Save yourself from this, Mrs. Kelley, just do as you're told."

I didn't even realize that I was masturbating myself when my cellphone rang, breaking me from my past with Drew. I didn't take my hand from inside my panties when I answered Dawson's call.

"h.e.l.lo," I said, realizing that my breathing was a little erratic.

"Hi, you okay?"

"Yes, why?" I asked confused for a second.

"You just sound like you were running or something."

I slowed the pace of my fingers, knowing exactly what was causing my over exerted breathing.

"I'm fine, just went to bed."

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay after what happened."

"You mean, you kissing me?"

Dawson laughed. "Yeah that."

I snickered a little too. "I'm fine, but I would advise you to keep your distance from me, sheriff. I'm kind of f.u.c.ked up in the head, and it's probably something that you don't want to deal with."

"What does that mean, Ry?"

"Nothing that I can talk to you about."

"You can't or you won't?"

"Both."

"You can talk to me, Riley. You're not going to scare me away."

"Hmm, you don't know what you are saying. Trust me."

"Tell me."

"I'll talk to you tomorrow, Dawson," I said, not so much that I didn't want to talk to him, but I had another project manifesting, and I was dying to finish it.

"Good night, Ry."

"Night, sheriff."

I continued to please myself and was moaning in pleasure moments later.

I actually slept with no bad dreams. Maybe release was what I needed.

I woke to Lauren yelling from my kitchen too early the next morning.

"I'm eating the pizza," she called.

Why the h.e.l.l did I give her a key?

I brushed my teeth and met her in the kitchen, still feeling tired. I knew I could have slept for at least another two hours when I saw that the time was only seven in the morning.

"I want a new friend, one that can sleep in," I pouted, sitting at the table.

Lauren brought me a cup of coffee. She had been there longer than I thought. She kissed me on the cheek from behind.

"You love me, and you know it."

I groaned. "Yeah, yeah," I said, sipping the coffee.

Lauren hung around, watching television for a couple of hours. She decided she had to go when Dawson showed up, unannounced.

"Call me later," she said and bounced her happy a.s.s across the yard.

"That girl is way over ardent," Dawson said, walking in. He had been home and showered, replacing his uniform with jeans and a t-s.h.i.+rt.