Underestimated Too

By: Jettie Woodruff


Chapter 1





“Daddy’s coming. See daddy?” I asked, bouncing Nicholas in my arms. I couldn’t believe he was six months old already. He was such a little man, sporting his own little personality, and his daddy was part of that personality. He kicked his legs and arms excitedly as soon as he saw Drew enter the door. He was even more excited on days like this, when Drew had been gone for three days. Mommy was pretty excited to see him too.

“Marta,” I called. “Take him upstairs.”

“Morgan, please come upstairs. Wait until he calms down,” Marta begged, taking Nicholas from me.

“I’m fine. Just go upstairs with Nicky, please.”

My excitement quickly turned into dread. I crossed my arms and watched as Drew screamed and yelled at Celeste. Celeste, unlike me, gave it right back. I mean I did sometimes, I guess, but not when he was like this. It was best I calmly let him rant until it was over.

“Where’s Nicholas?” Drew yelled, slamming the door behind him.

He’s not mad at you, Morgan. It’s work. He’s just stressed.

“Marta just took him up for a nap. He was getting fussy. I missed you.” I tried appeasing him by wrapping my arms around his neck.

He moved them. “Did you cut your hair?”

“A little. Do you like it?”

“No, why didn’t you ask me first?”

“Drew. Stop. You’re just trying to start a fight.”

“I’m trying to start a fight because I think my wife should ask before going off and cutting her hair?”

“It’s not even an inch for Christ’s sake. Do you ask me permission before you get a haircut? You’re being ridiculous.”

“I don’t tell you what I am doing because I don’t need to. You do not, nor will you ever, wear the pants in this family. You got that, Morgan?” Drew yelled, slamming me against the closed door. I held his stare until he grabbed my hair, waiting for an answer.

“Yes, Drew.”

“Go!” he ordered, nodding towards his office.

This was not how I’d planned his homecoming. I knew where I was going, and I knew why. This wasn’t my first rodeo, and I was sure it wouldn’t be my last. I could have protested and made it worse. I didn’t do that; it was easier this way.

“You do this shit because you want me to punish you, don’t you, Morgan?” Drew asked, closing the door and locking it. He didn’t need to lock the door. He knew no one would come in. He did it as form of manipulation, like a threat. I didn’t care if the door was locked. He was going to do what he did regardless of the door being locked.

I didn’t answer. I only stood there with my arms crossed, fighting my own demons. Part of me was already aroused and the other part wanted to be defiant, tell him where to go and show him I didn’t have to listen to him.

“Answer me!” he yelled just as I caught the back of his knuckles with my cheekbone. Drew slammed me to his desk and rubbed my ass. “You always do this. You always have to go and fucking defy me. I think you like this, Morgan. I think you love it when I bend you over this desk and spank you like a bad little girl. You like it. That’s why you do it, isn’t it, Morgan?”

“Yes, Drew,” I answered, closing my eyes, breathing quick erratic breaths as he unbuttoned my shorts.

“That’s why your pussy is so wet. Can you feel how wet your pussy is? Your pussy is so fucking wet, Morgan,” he whispered to the back of my hair as he slid my shorts down my hips. I stepped out of them and gasped from the contact of his flat hand against my ass. I moaned when he rubbed the sting out and dipped his middle finger inside me before the second blow.

The dull pain that I’d felt just below my right eye was replaced with pleasure between my legs. I was wet. I don’t know why. I don’t know why I would be turned on by this. This was sick, repulsive, and twisted. Would things always be this way? Could Maranda fix us? I doubted it. She probably wouldn’t even be around after this week. That’s what Drew did. As soon as our new therapist wanted to dig deeper into his past, he fired them. I couldn’t see Maranda getting any further with him than the last four had.

I took five stinging blows to my bare ass before Drew released himself deep inside me. The friction of him, sliding in and out of me was amazing. I wanted to come in three seconds. Drew hissed, pulling my hips towards his, thrashing in and out of me.

“Can you reach the drawer?” he murmured. I leaned forward, opened the desk drawer, and handed the bottle and a condom back to him.

“Ahhh fuck, baby,” he moaned, sliding into my ass. I moaned too when he reached around to massage my pulsating clitoris. “You want come, don’t you, baby?”

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