Underestimated Part 12

What else did I say?

We dozed off for the third time that night. I was sound asleep when Dawson woke me by kissing my sleeping lips. I always slept the best in the morning. My nights seemed to be full of demons that kept me awake until the exhaustion took over early in the morning.

"Good morning, beautiful," he said, and I had to smile. Him calling me beautiful had an entirely different meaning behind it than when I heard it from Drew. When Drew gave me compliments it was always in the bedroom, usually when he was close to shooting his load.

"You mean I didn't scare you away last night?" I asked as he kissed my lips again.

"Not a chance," he smiled.

Things were going extremely well. I couldn't

believe that my new life was working out. I may have just pulled off the biggest disappearing act in history. Dawson continued to come around, and we spent a lot of time together. He spent the night on several occasions, but neither of us tried to go that next step. He did a lot of comforting during my long nights when he was there, and tried to get me to talk to him. I didn't, and didn't plan on ever revealing my dark skeletons to him or anyone else.

Summer Fest was extremely busy at the shop. I was happy that we were closing at four rather than six, and were planning to join in the festivities. Lauren was singing on stage, and she and Levi were D-Jing for the street fair later that evening.

Dawson stopped by in uniform around three. I thought that he seemed preoccupied but a.s.sumed that he had probably had a pretty busy day himself with all of the commotion going on in town. He told me that he was going to go home and change, and he would meet me back there.

I told him I was going home to get a shower and change as well, and I would just find him in the streets somewhere.

I wore a long skirt and tank-top with psychedelic sandals that I had ordered from one of our suppliers. I wore my hair down for once and was excited to spend the evening with Dawson, Lauren, Star, Joel, and even Levi.

Dawson was already there and wearing khaki shorts with a nice red shirt and brown leather flip-flops.

He stood from the picnic table and kissed my cheek.

"You look very pretty," he offered, causing me to smile. He always made me smile.

I was in such a happy mood and laughed at Starlight being the center of attention, dancing in the street all by herself. She had tried to get any and every one to go with her, and when n.o.body would, she went alone. It was only a matter of time before more and more people had joined her, all waiting for someone to do it first. Lauren and Levi were hilarious on stage and argued back and forth about funny issues. I was laughing at them talking about how Lauren steals his food at work when I looked across the table to Dawson. He was staring intently at me with a serious expression.

"Are you okay? You have been kind of out of it all day," I asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Do you want to dance?" he asked.

I smiled and gave him a peculiar look.

"I am not sure I can dance to this music," I admitted. I could dance. I loved my dance cla.s.ses in Las Vegas. I just didn't think that Ballroom Dancing would correspond with the country music.

"You need to dance the waltz or something?" he teased.

"Something like that," I laughed.

I wondered what he was doing when he walked up to Levi and whispered in his ear. Levi smiled and nodded his head. Dawson came back with a smile and took my hand.

"What are you doing, sheriff?" I asked, taking his hand.

He didn't reply, and Levi came across the speakers, saying he had a request for some ballroom dancing. Some song called the Tennessee Waltz started playing, and I laughed.

"That was as close as he had," Dawson smiled down at me.

It was close enough to a slow song that would allow me to be in his arms as we danced across the blacktop dance floor.

"You seem to be a little distracted today," I said, looking up to him.

"I guess, I kind of am, but we'll talk about it later,"

he smiled down at me and kissed the end of my nose.

"Talk about what?" I asked curious as to what could be on his mind.

"We'll talk about it later," he smiled a rea.s.suring smile.

We sat at the table and watched the people dancing. I too was distracted, wondering what Dawson could want to talk about. I stared blankly toward the dancers as my mind wandered back to Drew and my own dancing coach.

Drew had wanted me to learn to dance so that whenever he thought that I was ready to be in public and wouldn't embarra.s.s him I would be able to dance as gracefully as he could. I had been working with Jaymas Wellington, a retired Broadway star. I was on my third week with him, and we were in the open end of the gym. I didn't know that Drew had returned. He had been gone for nearly three weeks.

Jaymas and I were doing a spin and were laughing and really doing more goofing off than anything. I liked him a lot, probably more than I should have. It was nice to have someone to talk to. We didn't talk about anything personal. I knew everything I said could be heard by Drew anytime he wanted. I had just slid down Jaymas's body after the spin, and we were both laughing when I lost my balance and fell to the floor. We stopped dead in our tracks when Drew entered with a look of pure anger.

"Leave!" he demanded through gritted teeth to Jaymas.

Jaymas left, telling me that he would see me later.

He didn't see me later, and I never saw him again. Drew walked up to me and took me in his arms and started dancing me around the floor.

"You like flirting with other men?"

"I wasn't flirting with anyone," I demanded.

"That's not how I was seeing it. It looked to me like you were enjoying being in another man's arms."

"We were dancing. You're the one that made me take lessons," I reminded him.

"Do you like him rubbing his d.i.c.k all over you?"

"You're impossible," I demanded and took the blow to the same cheek that he seemed to always go for.

He grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the gym. I looked at Rebecca as I was being forced into his office.

She gave me a warm encouraging smile, but it wasn't too rea.s.suring to me. I had only been in Drew's office once, in the five months that I had been there, and that was on our wedding day. I wasn't allowed in that room, and it was kept locked unless he was in it.

"Get out!" Drew said to the two guys with folders and some sort of brochures in their hands.

"Drew, you have to make a decision on this ad,"

Derik argued.

"That one," he demanded, pulling one of the pamphlets from his hand without looking at it.

Drew locked the door, and I was scared, more than I ever had been with him. He was angry, and I didn't know what he was going to do to me. That day was the beginning of my suddenly allowed office visits.

"Take your clothes off," he demanded, and then yelled, "NOW!" when I hesitated.

I removed my practice shorts and shirt as he watched with crossed arms. He nodded when I didn't move, beckoning me to take off my bra and panties, as well.

"You know that I am about to beat your a.s.s like I never have, don't you?"

"Why?" I asked. I hadn't done anything wrong.

He was in my face in a split second. "You do not ask the questions, got it?" he asked, squeezing my nipple so hard that it burned.

"Bend over my desk," he demanded. I did. I had to.

I panicked when I heard the belt being pulled through his belt loops. It reminded me of when my dad used to whip me with his belt, and I remembered how bad it hurt.

I couldn't hold still after the first crack across my bare cheeks. It hurt way worse than I remembered from my dad. He shoved me back to the desk and delivered four more blows before he finally quit, only because his desk phone wouldn't stop ringing.

He pulled me with him and bent me over the other side while he talked business with someone on the other end. I was sobbing, and although I knew there was no blood, it sure as h.e.l.l felt like it. He rubbed the inflamed welts on my a.s.s, and it was soothing as he sat in his chair, conversing as if I wasn't bent bare b.u.t.t over his desk.

I flinched a little when I felt him slide his finger into my v.a.g.i.n.a. He swatted me lightly across my backside with a warning. I didn't understand my body, at all. How could I go from sobbing to wanting to press into him deeper? I could tell that I was building and so could he.

He put the phone to his chest and bent to my ear.

"Don't you dare come," he demanded through gritted teeth.

He was going to make sure I came. No matter how hard I tried to think about any and everything else, his penetrating fingers on my c.l.i.t were causing me to lose control. I was hoping that I could get off and hide it. If I closed my eyes and didn't move, maybe he wouldn't realize that I had come. I tried my best to control my breathing and uncontrollably let go. His fingers stilled inside of me, and I knew he could feel my quivering o.r.g.a.s.m. I could see the smirk on his face without even looking at him.

I didn't move as he removed his hand from my body and walked to a locked cabinet. I heard him cutting plastic or something and messing around with something as he continued to demand whoever he was talking to, to fly to Chicago and take care of the matter himself. I tried to turn my eyes enough to see what he was doing, but I couldn't tell.

He finally hung up the phone and told me to stand up. He was holding the biggest d.i.l.d.o that I had ever seen.

Well I had never really seen any, just the ones that I had seen growing up in my dad's magazines. He took my hand and wrapped it around the ma.s.sive shaft. My fingers barely reached around its girth.

"You didn't listen again, Morgan," he smirked.

I wanted to ask him how I was supposed to listen when he was trying his d.a.m.nedest to make me come, but I didn't. I knew I wasn't allowed to ask the questions.

"What are you going to do with that?" I couldn't help it. I had to ask. I had a right to know; after all I knew it was going to be used on me.

"Oh I'm not going to do anything with it," he a.s.sured me. I watched as he lubed it up and slid it up and down in my hand. He pulled a small table in front of his chair and sat down, placing the large tool on the table in front of him.

"Have a seat, Mrs. Kelley," he smirked.

You have got to be kidding me. Was this guy serious?

I could only stare from him to the object that he was holding in place with his hand.

"Turn around, Morgan," he demanded. I did. He was going to make me do it, and I knew it could either be the easy way or the hard way, not that either would have been the easiest in my book.

I was hoping that it was going in my v.a.g.i.n.a, but of course he had other plans and when I squatted he moved it to the hole that I was dreading. I felt him open my a.s.s cheeks as my weight held it in the upright position.

"Awe, yeah baby, take it all," he said in a l.u.s.tful hiss.

"I can't," I begged. I was sure that I didn't even have the head in yet.

"Just sit back a little more," he coached and I felt it go in a little more as I did.

Once I was uncomfortably sitting on the table he came around to the front of me and stood with his front right in my face. He crossed his arms and waited. I knew what he wanted. I just didn't know if I was going to be able to handle it with what was going on in my behind. He jolted his hips toward me once, telling me what to do.

I unb.u.t.toned his dress pants, and freed his erection right into my mouth.

"Rock back and forth," he coached.

I couldn't do that either. It was all I could do to be still. He moved my shoulders with his hands willing me to listen. I did, and he brought his fingers to my c.l.i.t. Between his fingers and the pressure from the foreign object in my a.s.s, I felt another o.r.g.a.s.m building, and hoped that he was going to let me finish.

"Do you want come?" he asked, and I nodded with a moan.

He moved his hand around to my behind and pulled out of my mouth. He kept the object right where he wanted it and told me to lie on his desk. I did. He placed my legs on his shoulders as he moved into me. Every time he thrust, he pushed the foreign ent.i.ty in and out, as well.

He moved my legs and spread me as far as he could, holding down on both legs until I felt the pull in my groin.

I was spent and couldn't take it much longer. He had only asked me if I wanted to come, he didn't say that I could. It didn't matter because as soon as he started circling my c.l.i.toris with his thumb, I couldn't control it and called out in ecstasy. This was the first time that we had s.e.x, and he released deep inside of me instead of in my mouth.

I jumped, startled when Dawson touched my arm with a cold bottle of root beer, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Sorry," he apologized, not realizing that I was lost again. "You okay?" he asked. I wondered what expressions came across my face when I traveled back in time.

I smiled and took his hand. "Yes, but I am ready to get out of here."

"Really? Its only eight o'clock. Summer Fest runs all night long."

"You haven't been here with me all night," I accused, and he smiled, not denying it.

"Do you want to stay at my house tonight?" he asked.

I had stayed there a couple of times already, but for some reason, whatever he needed to discuss with me had me a little apprehensive and I wanted to be home.

Lauren and Starlight both threw a fit when I went to tell them goodbye. I lied and told them that I didn't feel well. Dawson followed me home.

I was unlocking my door when he got out of his truck with a manila envelope.