CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The Woman in the Mirror…
…A couple weeks later
All of my adult life, I’ve been curvy, thick, shapely, BBW, full-figured, big-boned…
She’d played it off, but she hadn’t eaten in two days. When Cain would ask to take her to dinner, she’d lie and say that she was busy. If he asked about breakfast, she said she wasn’t hungry. If he wanted to swing by for lunch – she’d already eaten.
Tapestry looked at herself in the long mirror, naked from head to toe. With her face bare of makeup and her hair in disarray, tears fell down her cheeks. She’d once loved her cheeks… but now she saw jowls, covering ugly, unnecessary fat. She slowly turned towards the large bed. The sunlight streamed across her lover’s sleeping face. They’d spent the evening and night together, and now, the big fiery orb had just risen. Cain’s body was spread out, making him look like an angel floating on a cloud. There he was on his back, his arms and legs outstretched for the world to see. His dark hair fell in long spirals all around him, like black rays of sun.
She turned back towards the large mirror he kept on the back of his bedroom door, and she suddenly hated herself. She pinched here, prodded around, poked there…
Her large breasts which many men ogled and claimed to adore no longer looked pretty to her. Now she saw them as saggy overgrown tissue filled masses that could smother a child with the greatest of ease. The areolas were large, the nipples wide as a dime. She lifted one and the weight of it in her hand caused her further distress. Perhaps a breast reduction and lift were in order? It wasn’t her first time contemplating such a notion.
Her eyes scanned her body, but she was unable to find any part of her to love at that moment. She paused right below her stomach and considered surgery as an option… She did have an hourglass build, something Spanx didn’t provide. Yes, her waist was rather tapered, but it didn’t matter, because as her eyes dropped a bit lower, she took notice of her stomach, which hung slightly over her pussy, like a flap of flesh and fat. The soft trail of dark pubic hair was barely noticeable. In her eyes, her hips were huge, her thighs fat, her knees heavily dimpled, and her ankles often swollen.
She turned to the side and sighed at the size of her ass… it was colossal… big enough to set a dinner platter on. The skin was pocked and lumpy and as she ran her hand over it, she felt nothing but disgust.
How did I let this happen?! Look at my fuckin’ arms… they ’bout as big as an eight-year-old’s leg. Fat… fat… fat!
She slapped her shoulder, causing the flesh to wiggle and jiggle. She slapped it again… then again. The sting of her self-inflicted abuse only made her all the angrier. The hot tears flowed faster now, making her eyes burn. She swiveled around and looked over her shoulder, taking note of all the thick rolls that lined her back. Doubling over, she wailed.
It’s cost me everything!
I don’t overeat all the time… but I like dessert… I walk a lot… I’ve got plenty of energy most days… I could stand to lose some weight… Yes, I could stand it…
The once confident woman who was prideful, full of poise and charisma, had been reduced to tears and soulful ash. She shuddered when she felt a large, rough hand round her shoulder, hoisting her back up in a standing position. The tall man, naked and covered with tattoos, wrapped his body around hers and pulled her to him. Looking down at her, he smiled, then slid his thumb across her cheeks, wiping her tears.
“Naw, baby, we ain’t gone be doin’ all this cryin’ today, all right?” Her lower lip trembled as she looked up into his big blue eyes. He felt so strong and hard against her softness. He was so warm, while the cold guitar pendant hanging from his necklace pressed into her cleavage as he sandwiched their bodies together. “You beatin’ ya self up, baby? Now why you wanna go ’nd do somethin’ like that?”
He kissed her neck, the heat of his mouth a passionate blessing.
“Sometimes folks’ delivery ain’t the best, Cain, but their memo is right all the same. We gotta take note. We can’t blame the messenger.”
“You talkin’ about bird shit man?” She couldn’t help a smile at his words. But then she looked away, unable to bear direct eye contact. “Lemme let you in on somethin’… the only person you need to try ’nd please is you, baby.” He tilted her chin upwards, forcing her to stare into his eyes once again. “If you ain’t happy wit’ somethin’, you change it ’cause you want to, not ’cause of some big mouth fucker who don’t know shit about you and ain’t gotta clue about what people wanna listen to and who’ll sell the most records. He don’t know his dick hole from his goddamn asshole. He is a dang fool and don’t you let his opinion go poisonin’ your mind and self-esteem. Now I know women especially take shit like this to heart… It’s one of the reasons I tried to get it squared away so I wouldn’t have to say nothin’ to you. I didn’t even want him to have the satisfaction.
“But see, bird shit man is the type of bastard that looks to use people then spit ’em out. He don’t give a shit about me. All he sees is dollar signs; meanwhile, he is missin’ out on real talent. He blames his shallowness on the world and media. But he is the fuckin’ world and media, baby… The world is made up of people, not fuckin’ robots, and he’s one of ’em. We don’t exist in a vacuum. It’s folks like him that keep people like you away from the radio, then everybody else miss out on your gifts from God. One of the reasons I fell in love with you so fast, songbird, is because you walked around wit’ ya head held high. You’re one of the prettiest women I’ve ever laid eyes on and you care about folks. Your voice breaks my heart and makes me wanna shout every time I hear you sing, baby… You got a real good nature, and you’re sexy, too… and it ain’t just me. I see how other men look at you. Come on over here… feel my dick.”
He pushed her fingers against his length. “It’s hard as a goddamn rock right now ’cause you turn me on… ’cause of this body you over here nitpicking, hatin’ and cryin’ about… I like how you look, all right?” She nodded. “I like every bit of you.”
She smiled when he pressed his lips to hers and reached around to squeeze her ass cheek.
“Sexy ain’t just what’s goin’ on with ya tits and ass. It’s what’s goin’ on up in here.” He tapped the side of her head. “And here.” He pointed at her heart. “Cellulite, stretchmarks… hell, even skinny women got all that shit too, baby. It makes you human. Ain’t no photoshop in the bedroom. I know what tha fuck a real woman looks like… skinny or thick, everybody got pluses and minuses. I been wit’ my share, all different body types, and y’all more alike than different. I got good taste in women so don’t you stand here and try ’nd act like I scraped the bottom of the barrel when I got you. I got the cream of the fuckin’ crop, you hear me, girl?”
More tears fell, but this time she smiled and nodded. She shuddered when he dropped low, crisscrossed his arms around her ass and hoisted her high into the air. Squealing and laughing, she steadied herself by pressing her hands along his shoulders, praying he didn’t drop her… but he never had, and he’d picked her up over a dozen times.
He managed to hook her legs over his shoulders, so she held onto the back of his head, laughing and fearful she’d meet the floor as he steadied her just so. Her eyes fluttered when she felt the hot, warm tip of his tongue dancing along her clit. Burying his face against her pussy, he palmed her ass as he practically asphyxiated himself against her nature and sucked her essence.
“Shit…” She bit into her lower lip as he paraded her slowly around the room, his tongue twirling in languid circles against her love. She shuddered hard, and he held her steady against him as she came abruptly against his working mouth. She cried out as her orgasm climbed higher and higher. He’d given her a one-way ticket to Heaven… and she couldn’t come back down off the high. Barely able to catch her breath, she felt like jelly, and her legs trembled as her juices streamed down her inner thighs.
Gently, he placed her down on her feet, turned her around and bent her over the bed. She screamed when he shoved his impressive curved cock inside her awaiting pussy. With one hand on her shoulder and the other around her waist, he took her from behind in a ruthless, rough fucking like she’d never known. He groaned loudly as his balls slapped hard against her wet pussy, the smacking noise echoing in the bedroom.
“Does dis feel like a man that don’t want you, doesn’t find you to be the sexiest thang walkin’?!”
“No!” It felt so damn good. She slid on the bedsheets, and the deep penetration made her dizzy, her mind a fog.
“I’m gonna fuck you right outta yo’ goddamn spine! I’m gonna fuck the shit outta you, girl. You brought it on ya self! Wet, hot pussy! I love your pussy, baby! That’s what the fuck I like! And this fat ass!” He smacked it so hard, she was certain there’d be a bruise. Her eyes watered as he beat her punani up. The bed shook violently. “Gotta remind you who ya fuckin’ wit! Who loves you?!”
“You do, baby!”
“Say that shit louder!”
“YOU DO! Oh shit, baby! I love you so much, Cain! Fuck me good, Daddy! Yes!” She fisted the sheets, greedily needing more and more of his treacherous cock. She never wanted it to stop… the idea of it ending sent her into a panic.
“Take this fuckin’ dick! Take all of this shit! Shovin’ it in and out of your tight ass pussy!” He leaned against her, pressed his body to hers, then intertwined their legs.
“Oh God!” Her voice trembled as she came once again, but he didn’t let up. Cain just kept on going, fucking her into oblivion.
“Don’t nobody make my baby cry! ’Cept me when I’m givin her this good lovin’!” He thrust hard, then roared. “I’m ’bout to cum all up in this pussy of yours, baby! See what you makin’ me do to you?! Shouldn’t feel so damn good!”
“You beat it up sooo good, baby!”
Gripping her neck, the man practically choking her, he slapped his pelvis against her ass with record speed. She caught a glimpse of him in his vanity mirror. His lips were twisted and a look of pure insanity was etched on his face… evil lust…
It made her pussy cry the way he dominated her… the way he loved her… the way he needed her…
He screamed out, a beautiful, deep, masculine roar as he came hard within her. Wrapping his arm tighter around her waist, he pulled her into his final thrusts as he filled her valley with warm milk. He jerked a few more times, his breathing harsh and heavy, his weight against her like a protective barrier.
He finally laid her on the side, his cock still throbbing inside her. Then, he cradled her body with his from behind, wrapping his arms around her stomach and covering her shoulders with sweet, soft kisses until he drifted off to sleep. She stayed awake for a while longer, wishing on stars. A tear fell from her eye, but this one was born of joy…
How intuitive he was to know she was hurting, when all she’d done was tell him a million times that she didn’t care, that Mr. Alexander’s opinion of her didn’t cause to lose a wink of sleep.
She’d laughed and danced, played the part of a woman unbothered, but inside, she was broken up, shattered… cracked like a vase and fragmented into tiny pieces. She was destroyed like a letter burned in a fire… cut to shreds as if she’d closed her eyes and attempted to pluck a rose from a garden that was covered in thorns…
She shuddered when she felt his cock throb inside her once again, like an aftershock. It was as if it needed her, though its master was fast asleep. He smacked his lips a couple of times in his sleep, then squeezed her and pulled her closer to him. She loved Cain from the top of his black long hair to the bottom of his big ass feet.
He said she was his muse, but she believed he was also hers…
He knew her so well… not just the curves of her body, the soundwaves of her voice, and the twist of her innermost thoughts. He knew more, so much more… the things she never told him, the sacred little secrets tucked away deep inside. Yes, somehow, he could read her like song lyrics on a sheet of paper. Cain knew the bend of her soul…