Wolf Endangered (Willow's Forbidden Pack #2) - Avery Song Page 0,203

children would watch during bedtime as they spun around hypnotically.

Neo finally returned to where I was and seemed proud that I'd remained in my pose this entire time. "Good, Sweetness," he praised. "Now I need you to strip completely for me."

"Why do I feel as if I'm gonna get something up my coochie," I muttered to myself but began to slip out of the lingerie set. Neo actually chuckled and waited until I was completely naked to reply.

"Trust me, Sweetness. Paint will be the last thing to go into your coochie, but I won't deny that something long and hard will enjoy the warmth of those quivering walls if you keep taunting me with your remarks."

That was him warning me to trust the process, but the idea of him fucking me was only making me want to be defiant and enjoy the pleasurable consequences. With another analyzing gaze on me, he directed me inside the glass box and assisted me up onto the platform. After closing the door of it, he got a brush and brought the bucket with the odd, glimmering liquid in it.

"You have to stand still while I paint you with this stuff."

"Will it wash off?" I inquired.

"Yup," he assured me. "No infections for the coochie."

It was my turn to laugh as he began to paint my flesh. It was easy for him and super quick. At the end, I was perfectly glazed in this cool, tingling liquid.

Removing the bucket and brush outside, he returned with some sort of remote with various colors and handed it to me.

"It takes two to three minutes to dry, but I need to get you back into your pose."

I did exactly as he said while holding the remote in my grasp. He walked around me three times before he seemed satisfied as I remained in the center of the room.

He then faced me as he delivered the final instructions.

"Now the final task to complete the painting. You get to press a button by stating out loud, within these glass walls, an insecurity of yours that steals from you embodying your femininity."

My eyes widened as I gawked at his statement, but I knew he was being completely serious.

"Only an insecurity?" I clarified.

"Mhmm," he replied. "Each one will allow you to press whatever button you want. The colors on that remote don't actually match the colors being chosen for you that will fill those glass orbs hanging up there. It's essentially a surprise."

"How do I know I'm finished?" I inquired.

"You'll know," he assured me. "It'll be worth the end result. Trust me."

"I'll always trust you, Neo," I whispered. He actually opened his eyes with my declaration, and a tender smile formed on his lips before he bobbed his head and headed out of the glass cube.

"Begin, Willow," he announced from the other side. I wondered if he'd be able to hear me, but I guess it didn't matter. He was my mate, after all. But I ended up standing there like a deer in headlights.

"Willow?" Bria quietly whispered. I must have been standing there for a while because it felt like the painted layer was well into the drying process.

I don't know why I'm afraid.

"Have you ever voiced your insecurities out loud for your own ears to hear?" she inquired.

No...not really. I mean...I have for therapists, psychologists, friends, and obviously my lovers when asked.

"But never for yourself," she concluded.

No. Never.

"Then I think this exercise is a good one," she reasoned. "Beneficial for you to embrace your femininity, and it's not like Neo is judging you."

She had a point and it didn't seem as scary with the thought of him being present. With a steady breath, my eyes locked on Neo as he stood outside the door, his arms relaxed by his sides and his eyes closed.

It was like he truly couldn't see me and I imagined that he wouldn't hear me either. It was just me in this glass cube that somehow emphasized my vulnerability. Maybe because these walls mimicked the invisible walls we put around ourselves, barriers that trapped us in a cube of insecurities that make us feel inadequate when compared to all those outside of these walls.

It didn't make sense at first, but maybe that was the point of this exercise. For me to acknowledge the walls I put up to try to protect myself from being hurt, when those walls were stopping me from being free and seeing myself for what I wished to be.

For seeing my own beauty