“No, I’m not gay, dude. Let me go!” I begged.
I’d never felt so weak in all my life. I made a silent vow then and there that when I made it out of this, I would take every measure possible to make sure I always had the upper hand. That I was never left vulnerable like this again.
His mouth found the shell of my ear. “You don’t have to be gay to want this, Asher. I love cock and pussy and I’m not fucking gay.”
I shook my head, squirming beneath his weight. “I don’t want this.”
He pulled me up then spun me around, fisting the collar of my shirt. His eyes flared with anger and lust. “Well, you better start convincing yourself that you do because it’s fucking happening.”
Panic clawed at my throat. I had no idea how I was going to get myself out of this.
“Everything that happens here stays here. No one has to know but the three of us. Besides, if you breathe a word of this to anyone, I’ll bury your ass.”
I nodded, swallowing down the bile rising in my throat. He released me and took a seat in the chair, stretching his legs out in front of him. “I knew you were smart, Asher. Now, take off the rest of your clothes.”
Chapter 5
Marley
My heart aches at the pain in his eyes as he reveals the dark corners of his past, and sitting here right now, I know I made the right decision to continue seeing him as my patient. I’d debated all day yesterday whether I should or not, considering the moment we shared Saturday night, but I ultimately decided that I could handle this. That I was strong enough to revisit whatever he threw my way in an effort to help him regain some semblance of control when it comes to his urges.
There’s not a doubt in my mind that this is what triggered his behavior.
Aside from the clench of his fists on his thighs, he remains perfectly composed as he recounts this painful part of his past.
Once he’s finished, I give him a moment to let the memory settle between us. His first instinct would be to tuck it back away into the recesses of his mind but he surprises me when he allows me to see the real damage it’s caused.
Anger.
Shame.
Resentment.
I choose my next words carefully. “Your first sexual experience had been forced upon you, Asher, and it involved another dominant male. You were helpless to escape that. You can’t burden yourself with blame. It wasn’t your fault.”
“I hated not having control. Fucking hated it.” His nostrils flare as he shifts his gaze to the floor. “From that day on, something inside of me changed. A switch flipped and I was never the same.”
