Chapter 26 Brianna
Brianna
We are gonna do a little experiment
“Bear, will you sit down? All your pacing is making me dizzy.”
I’ll be seeing my parents for the first time in months, and I’ve been a frantic mess all day.
My body is buzzing with so much anxious energy, it could power a block-wide blackout.
The joints in my fingers are sore, but I’m afraid if I stop fidgeting with them they’ll begin to shake.
I’m a goddamn mess, and no amount of deep breathing will help me.
A soft grip on my shoulders stops me mid pace.
Warm arms wrap around my middle, intoxicating my senses with leather and cinnamon.
My head falls back against his chest as he sways our bodies from side to side, like you would a newborn child in search of comfort.
A heavy, nervous sigh slithers its way up my throat, slipping past my lips. Asher squeezes me harder while pressing a soft kiss on my shoulder. The warmth from his lips seeps into my skin, settling some of the anxiousness radiating throughout me.
“I need things to go smoothly. I’ve already disappointed them enough, so dinner needs to be just right.”
“Everything is going to be fine. Your parents love you, and they’re just excited to see you. Did they ever tell you point blank that you’re a disappointment to them?”
“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 even think about 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.
“Good girl. You know I love you, but right now I’m about to fuck you like I hate you. Fuck. I didn’t bring any condoms.”
“We don’t need them. I’m on the pill.”
“Shit. Okay, that’s cool.” Asher flounders, seemingly caught off guard.
“Great, now are you going to fuck me or not?”
The pressure around my throat tightens and my eyes roll back in my head from the pleasure.
“Eyes open, baby, or I’ll walk away right now.
I need you to watch me while I slam into you.
” Asher lets go of my neck. His eyes crawl across the room until landing on their target.
With deft fingers, he shoves the ottoman from the foot of my bed closer to the mirror.
His arms ripple with exertion and my thighs become slippery with raw, animalistic desire.
“Right leg up.” I follow his command, too turned on to fight him.
Asher takes his position behind me, one hand gripping my throat and the other holding his cock. “Normally, I’d do more foreplay, making sure you’re ready to take me.” His fingers slip between my folds with ease, and I watch as a satisfied smirk plays across his face.
“But you’re so goddamn wet already, my cock will slide home without any issues.” Asher lines his dick up with my entrance and pushes the head in, letting me adjust.
“Is that all you got? I thought you were gonna fu—” The rest of the words fall out of me when I feel him fully seated inside me. My pussy clenches around him, desperate to keep him locked in place.
“You’re pussy’s so greedy for my cock, isn’t it, bear? Doesn’t want to let go.” I don’t have time to process that because he’s slamming into me, upward thrust after upward thrust, hitting the spot inside me that has me seeing stars.
“Holy fuck. Yes, right there. Harder. I thought you wanted to fuck me like you hate me.” Asher’s hand around my throat tightens as his cock rams into me over and over again.
“Play with your tits. I want you to pinch and roll those sexy nipples between your fingers while I fuck your cunt.” It takes longer than it normally would to bring up hands up to my breasts with how forcefully he’s fucking me.
It still doesn’t feel hard and rough enough.
Like he’s holding back from going full beast mode.
I pinch and circle my nipples with my hands while staring at us in the mirror.
I watch where his cock disappears inside me, and my arousal begins to drip down my leg.
“My dirty girl likes watching me fuck her, doesn’t she?
This is what you do to me. You make me feel unhinged.
All I want to do is own this cunt of yours every which way.
I want to fuck you every morning with my cum dripping down your leg like my own personal branding.
” His thrusts become more aggressive. I move my raised leg from the middle of the bench to the end of it, giving him more access to my pussy.
“You take me so well. This pussy was made for me. Touch your clit, baby. I want to feel you come on my dick.”
My fingers trail from my nipples to my clit. I alternate between pinching and circling the bud, and soon enough, the pressure begins to build with such an intensity that I know I’m going to come so hard.
“That’s right. Come on Daddy’s cock like a good little slut. You know you want to. Come for me,” Asher growls into my ear, and I lose it.
“Asher, fuck. I’m coming.” My pussy pulses around him and I hear an oh fuck from behind me.
“Can I come inside you? Because I’m so fucking close.”
“Come inside me Daddy, fill me with your cum. And if it drips down my leg, I want you to push it back inside me or rub it into my skin. I want your cum all over my skin and inside my pussy.”
“Fuck” is all he manages to say before he’s coming inside me. Wet, hot liquid shoots into my pussy. “Take every last drop like the dirty girl you are. Your pussy is thirsty for my cum. Take. It. All.” Asher thrusts into me a few more times before slipping out of me.
We’re both spent, pulses racing and sweat dripping from every inch of our bodies. Asher takes his finger, wiping the remaining cum from my legs before painting my lips with it.
“Lick them clean,” he demands, and I swear my now-sensitive clit throbs as I lick away the cum from my lips.
“Look into the mirror, bear. Do you believe the words now?”
“Hmm…I’m getting closer to believing them, but we may have to do this a few more times so that it sticks.”
“I’d be happy to. Now, let’s take a quick shower and a nap before your parents come in three hours. I don’t want them to see you freshly fucked. I’d rather keep my balls attached to my body.”
To my disappointment, the shower is just a shower. We wash each other's hair and bodies. We dry off before slipping into the bed, fully naked.
“I love you, Asher.”
“I love you, too, bear. I’ll set the alarm in about an hour so that we have time to get ready. Sweet dreams, baby.” I snuggle against his back and fall asleep with a smile on my face. I could get used to this.