Underestimated Too(130)

By: Jettie Woodruff


“Drew, I don’t want everything to change,” I confessed, leaning against his chest while we soaked in our bubble filled tub for the last time.

Drew traced my fingers and kissed the side of my head. “We’ll see, Morgan. Maybe things will be different in the new house. I have a line that I’ve drawn for myself. I’m not crossing that line with you again. I’m afraid of how far it will go if I do.”

“Okay, let’s make our own rules.”

“Like?”

“Spanking. Are you telling me you’re not interested in that anymore?”

“I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do. Answer my question.”

“I love spanking your ass. It makes my dick hard just thinking about it.”

“Then we’re not stopping that. I like it too. Anal? We’re not stopping that either, right?”

“That one is totally up to you. I don’t want it to feel dirty, like my childhood has anything to do with it.”

“I never knew about that until lately. I don’t find it dirty at all. I find it sensual and erotic, something we both enjoy. We’re not stopping that either. The belt?” I continued, trying to decipher Drew’s fine line.

“Definitely not. I’m not touching you with anything that is going to leave a bruise.”

“I can take it.”

“Morgan, I don’t want you to take it. You shouldn’t want me to hurt you.”

“But sometimes I do.”

“Why?” Drew asked, raising up and spinning me to look at him.

“It’s what we do, Drew. I don’t want everything to change.”

“Morgan, that’s not normal. We can’t be that couple anymore.”

“It’s normal for us, Drew. We don’t have to be like everyone else. Who even knows what normal is?”

Drew took a deep breath and pulled me back to him. “We’re definitely continuing with Deidra.”

“How? Through the phone?”

“We’ll work that out with her. We could fly her to us a couple of times a month and maybe do phone sessions too. I know I am the one that put us here, but I think you have buried issues needing dealt with as well.”

“It’s not all your fault.”

“Pretty much. Come on, let’s get out.”

I did talk Drew into spanking me that night. How pathetic was I? Maybe I did need to talk to Deidra more. I wanted Drew to be rough with me, force himself in my mouth, in my ass, and demand that I do things I’d always thought I didn’t want to do before. He did none of those things. Drew caressed every inch of my body and made love to me with so much emotion. Drew loved me and no matter how fucked up it was, I loved him too.