“Well, no, but—”
“So then why are you still hanging onto that feeling? Does it make you feel better or worse? What happens if you were to let the disappointment go?”
“I…I don’t know.”
Asher has been working hard to help me combat the negative wormhole of my mind, but I know I don’t always make it easy. Once my mind latches onto an anxious thought, my body feels as if I’ve stepped on a glue mouse trap, rendering me immobile in my mind. I’ve brought this up to my therapist a few times, and she suggested I bring him to our next session so she can give him some pointers. When I brought it up to him, he crushed me into a hug similar to the one he has me in now, and said he’d be there. After attending a few sessions, he’s gotten real good at challenging Patricia—the name I’ve given my anxiety.
“I guess I’ve been holding onto the feeling for so long, it’s become my personal safety net. I’m not sure who I’ll be without it.”
“I get that, baby, I do. I just hate how it brings you down. You could never be a disappointment to anyone if you tried. I wanna try something with you, but we need to go upstairs. Do you trust me?”
“Of course I do—” The wind is knocked out of me when Asher tosses me over his shoulder like I weigh as light as a pile of feathers.
“Don’t eventhinkabout saying anything about your weight right now. I deadlift, so this is nothing for me.” Asher smacks me on my ass as he walks up the stairs.
Our eyes connect in the mirror before us, confusion painting my features as my breath catches in my chest.
“Why are we standing in front of a mirror?” His hands slither down my body, leaving fire in their wake.
“We’re gonna do a little experiment. But first, I need to grab something from downstairs.”
“We were just down there, and you didn’t think to grab it then?”
“I was distracted by your fine ass. Sue me.” Asher pecks me on the cheek before running downstairs to retrieve whatever he needs. Not even three minutes later, he’s back with a dry erase marker in his hand.
“Why do you have that?” I point at the object in question.
“Here’s what’s gonna happen. You are going to write down everything wonderful about you on this mirror using this marker. Then I’m gonna tear off our clothes and fuck you right here while you stare at yourself in the mirror.”
When did it get so hot in here? And fuck, just thinking about watching us fuck turns me on.
“Fuck me how, exactly?”
“You’re gonna stand in front of me while I finally pound into your pussy from behind. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk for days. Now, arms up,” Asher demands.
I have no choice but to listen. Not that I would have objected, anyways. He slips my silk camisole off and I hear him curse when he sees I have no bra on. Just wait until he pulls my matching shorts down and finds no panties.
“Wait, I thought I was going to write things on the mirror before you stripped me naked?” Asher’s hands are on my waist, so I spin around to meet his gaze.
“I changed my mind. Strip first, then write.”
“You just want to see my bare ass when I bend over, don’t you?”
“What can I say? It’s a fine ass. Now, turn back around.” His thumbs and pointer fingers slip into the waistband of my shorts, and he yanks them off.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“What?” I ask innocently, knowing exactly what he’s referring to.
“You mean to tell me all morning you’ve been walking around in this tiny excuse for clothing with nothing underneath? And I’m just now finding out about it?”
“I like the way the silk feels against my bare skin. It had nothing to do with you. Greedy much?” I taunt him.
“Oh, you’re asking for it now. Here, hurry up and write things down because I don’t know how long I can wait.”
I take the marker from his hand and turn toward the mirror. My first instinct is to write down everything that’s wrong with me, but I resist that urge. So instead, I focus on the positives.Brave, beautiful, compassionate, smart, creative, loving, great ass and tits.I turn around to find Asher fisting his cock with a ravenous expression upon his face. I turn back to the mirror and continue.Great friend, good sister and daughter, fantastic body, bold, daring, healing, in love.
I’ve filled up most of the space, so I replace the cap on the marker and toss it on the floor. Within seconds, Asher is up behind me with his hand wrapped around my throat.
