Two Against One

Two Against One

Hannah loved Rick with all her heart, but she never could avoid feeling just a bit guilty with the unspoken attraction she felt for her absolute best friend in the world, Alicia.  With long, beautiful brown corkscrew curls and doe-like eyes to match, she was a physical pinnacle of innocence that harbored a delicious core of devious mischievousness. It was very similar to the same combination Rick held, who appeared every bit the handsome accountant on the outside while feeling completely at ease tying Hannah up and plowing her senseless without any warning.

Hannah sipped her wine, curling her legs under her as she looked over the back of the couch and watched the perfectly mundane act of Alicia giving Rick a haircut. Her stylist friend’s clippers whirred quietly, reducing the soft, dark locks hiding Hannah’s husband’s nape and ears down to almost nothing, but Hannah purred to herself anyway. Squirming a bit, she imagined herself being involved, but couldn’t decide how… The idea of shearing her completely compliant husband and master down to almost nothing certainly held an appeal, but part of her, the part that played just as important a role in dampening the panties she wore beneath her loose flowy skirt as she watched, wondered what it would be like to feel those clippers on her own head. 

But not all of it, of course. Maybe an undercut, but never all of it. She had practically cried three months ago when Licia had added long layers to the the waist length mane that now struggled to break free from the clip holding it up off Hannah’s neck in a casual twist; she couldn’t imagine how she’d react to losing all of her beloved locks. 

Tucking the unwanted, face framing layers back behind her left ear, Hannah set her chin on her forearm and pretended to be listen to whatever it was Alicia and Rick were talking about. At least she pretended until they were both looking at her. Alicia pulled the cape off of Rick’s shoulders and let the loose clippings fall to the wooden flooring. 

“How about you?” The brunette asked, reaching back to make sure her huge, poofy ponytail of shiny ringlets remained in place. “You ready for another trim?”

Hannah shook her head, the effect of the wine and her intrusive thoughts making the room spin a bit. “No, I think I’m good. Still recovering from the last one.”

“Oh, I think you could definitely use one,” Rick said, contradicting her as he slid off the low-backed barstool that had been used as a makeshift salon chair. “Why don’t you come on over here?”

Hannah shook her head again, and took another sip of her chardonnay as Rick approached. “No, really. I’m fine.”

Smiling, Rick reached out and loosened the locks that she had carefully tucked behind her ear. The soft caress made her purr involuntarily, her eyes closing for a moment as she savored the contact. He teased her left ear with a gentle touch as he crouched down in front of her. His hand moved back, took hold of the clip restraining her hair, and pulled it free. 

Hannah wanted to argue, but the way both of her husband’s hands slid into her wealth of golden tresses and fluffed and wilded them made her shiver and tremble in silence, and when he was done her back an shoulders were evenly covered in a blanket of Carrie Underwood waves, with both eyes being threatened to be curtained by those relatively short layers Alicia had given her.

“Don’t you think she’d look great with bangs, Alicia?” Rick asked.

Hannah scoffed, but something in Rick’s eyes made her remain silent. A mischievousness she rarely saw when other people were around.

“She’d look absolutely adorable.”

Adorable. Hannah hated adorable. She never wanted to be adorable; she’d always fought to be sexy and beautiful and sensual, something that wasn’t always easy given her petite stature.

Rick smiled, almost nose to nose with her. “I like that idea.”

Hannah shook her head, her lively locks dancing as she did. “I don’t want…”

Rick took her wine and placed it on the floor next to him. Her then reached over the couch, grasping beneath Hannah’s slender arms and easily lifted her as he stood up, swinging her a bit as he lifted her over the back of the couch and set her bare feet to the ground. 

“No, Rick, I said I don’t want…”

He turned her around, taking hold of her shoulders as she faced the stool that was surrounded by her husband’s shorn hair. Alicia waited, setting the cape down and picking up her scissors and comb.

Her best friend wouldn’t really do this, would she?

Rick nudged Hannah forward, his hand slowly sliding down her arms, feeling hot through the sheer fabric of her blouse. She tried to push back against his urging, but her feet slid along the recently waxed floor, the clippered hair there teasing her toes as she was guided — no, pushed — toward Alicia.

Alicia was smiling a beautiful, devious smile. “You trust me, right?”

Hannah squirmed, trying to free herself from her husband’s hold, but she knew there was no hope of that actually happening. Her own body was already betraying her, only letting her fight half-heartedly as she desperately hoped her blouse was thick enough to hide her stiffening nipples. Could they hear her racing heart? She felt like they could.

Alicia lifted her comb, but Hannah looked away. She might not be able to escape, but she could make what they wanted to do impossible. She squirmed and wriggled, pressing herself back against Rick’s rigid, muscled form, feeling his own excitement press against her lower back through his jeans as she fought to get free. 

“Please, no! I don’t want—-“

“Rick, could you hold her better?” Alicia asked.

“On it,” he replied, as if he was referring to a misbehaving kitten rather than his own wife. He quickly switched his hold so he grasped both of her wrists in his left hand. Hannah couldn’t believe she couldn’t get herself free from this, but then again, he’d had plenty of practice over the years. His right hand was suddenly at her throat, sliding up until it pressed against the bottom of her jaw, and gently squeezing to the point her body locked up in an instinct of self preservation. Going still, she looked at her captor with wide eyes, but he only smiled and placed a soft kiss on her cheek, capturing a soft, silky golden lock between his lips and her skin as he did. “That’s a good girl,” he whispered, immediately weakening her knees.

Her vision of him quickly disappeared behind a curtain of her hair once Alicia began combing the wicked mess her mane had become. Her friend took her time, sliding the comb’s teeth from root to tip as she circled Hannah, giggling and joking quietly with Rick as he kept Hannah standing at attention.

Hannah wanted to squirm; she wanted to run. But she could also practically smell her own excitement as she was so tenderly tended to by her best friend while so efficiently being put in her powerless place by her husband and master. 

After what seemed like and unbearable eternity, Hannah felt Alicia’s fingertip brush against her forehead, sliding above her elegantly arched eyebrows as she gathered the thick curtain of golden locks together. She pinched them between two fingers, and Hannah’s eyes focused solely on them as they slowly slid downward, slowly and slipping right as the rested against the bridge of Alicia’s tiny nose. Silver sheers came into view, sliding around the sized locks just above Alicia’s piano-player fingers, and, with a loud crunch, freed almost ten inches of golden blonde tresses from Hannah’s head. 

Hannah couldn’t suppress a muffled whimper as Alicia showed her the shorn locks and then dropped them to the floor. The newly formed bangs sprang upward, barely teasing just beneath Hannah’s brow. Alicia tended to them in silence, spreading them a bit and snipping where was necessary before herding forward even more of Hannah’s beloved, thick mane and shearing it just as short. Layer after layer fell, killing off any notion she might just wind up with a wispy hint of bangs that could be easily hidden — nope, these were going to be thick, full, and short. 

“What do you think, Rick?” As she asked, Alicia gathered some of Hannah’s still-long tresses forward, letting them frame her face and fall in front of her shoulders, thankfully hiding her almost painfully stiff nipples. 

Rick turned Hannah’s head so he could see, a bright smile breaking across his gorgeous face as he stood beside her, hands still firmly imprisoning her. “Absolutely beautiful. Her eyes look so much greener, somehow.”

Hannah knew she shouldn’t want to fuck him after what just happened, but her hips rocked back and forth anyway. She wanted him so badly; wanted Alicia so badly, too. She wanted to fuck her husband so hard and roughly that he wouldn’t even notice she was tasting and ravishing her best friend’s hopefully sopping wet pussy. 

“They do make her look quite young, though, don’t they?” Alicia asked. “Almost like she should be getting ready for college in the morning.”

“That is true,” Rick agreed.

Hannah’s heart sank, both because that was exactly why she hadn’t wanted them to cut her bangs, but also because she could feel something more coming on. 

“You should probably trim the rest, too,” Rick added. Hannah wanted to beg him not to — she’d always been a near-Rapunzel and it was how everyone knew her — but his hold on her throat made that almost impossible. She could only start to squirm against his grip again, hoping against hope to break free… which she simply couldn’t.

“Here,” Alicia said, holding out her scissors to him. “Why don’t you show me how much you want cut, and then I’ll fix it up.”

“Can you keep a hold on her?”

Alicia’s gaze locked onto Hannah’s, the beautiful dark eyes twinkling in the limited light of the late evening. “Oh, I’m sure I can. You won’t cause any more trouble, will you… Hannah?”

The way she held onto Hannah’s name before saying it, suggesting she might call her something else, another name Hannah so desperately wanted to hear come from her sweet, cupid’s bow lips almost drove Hannah mad. 

“You should make sure we don’t get her clothes all covered in clippings,” Alicia suggested. Her small, slender hand took the place of Rick’s strong fingers on Hannah’s neck, mimicking the gentle, threat-only squeeze that kept Hannah standing up straight. Even when forced to stand as tall as she could, Alicia still stood a few inches taller, looking down past the tip of her cute button nose as she smiled at her friend’s predicament. “Gods, you are a beautiful woman…. Han,” she said, purposefully pausing.

Rick’s hands, meanwhile, released her wrists but provided no means to escape — instead they slid around Hannah’s waist, curling in between the buttons of her flimsy blouse and roughly tearing them open, breaking the deafening silence of the room with the clatter of buttons across the floor. 

“Good idea, Alicia.” 

Rick pulled the ruined blouse free, coupling the sudden presence of brisk air against Hannah flushed skin with the heat of her embarrassment. Her bra was stolen away next, and then her skirt loosened and dropped to the floor. Alicia’s shears took up a second duty aside from butchering Hannah’s hair as a cool blade pressed to Hannah’s hip and slid under the band of her panties — with a cruel pair of snips, the ruined, soaked cloth was held up into her peripheral vision.

No words needed to be said; Alicia and Rick both smiled at one another.

Rick dropped the panties and reached into the back pocket of his jeans. He pulled something free as he stepped behind Hannah, and she caught just a glimpse of her collar as he slid it around her neck, moving her thick mane out of the way before clasping the thick piece of leather closed. 

This wasn’t spontaneous, Hannah realized. They’d been planning it. They knew she wouldn’t fight back. Oh god, how long had they known she wouldn’t be able to fight back?

Rick twirled Alicia’s shears on one finger, and then gathered Hannah’s long, heavy mane back, stroking his fingers through it in a way that let his fingertips trail down against the curves of her back, and even with her hands now free, Hannah could only stay locked in place, whimpering and moaning as her brow furrowed with worry. 

“I think this gorgeous body of yours has been hidden long enough, don’t you?” He asked from behind her. His lips were close to her right ear, and moved close enough for his lips to tease it as he whispered, “I think it’s time we made all of the hours you’ve put in at the gym the main focus.”

His lips retreated, and then his unseen voice said, “Make sure she doesn’t move, Alicia.”

Alicia grinned, stepping close as she slowly said, “No worries.” She kept moving closer. “I’m sure our little pet won’t move.” Closer still — all Hannah could see was Alicia’s eyes, all she could smell was her sweet, wonderful breath. “Right, Pet?”

Hannah almost broke when she heard that word, almost broke when Alicia’s soft lips finally met her own, gently, tenderly caressing Hannah’s even as Alicia kept hold of Hannah’s delicate throat in her hand. 

A horrible, horrid crunching sounded behind Hannah, and she felt repetitive tugs again and again against her beloved mane. A sharp, almost painful coldness of the frigid shears moved across her hot skin, almost level with her shoulders as her calves were suddenly teased by the gentle touch of her silken locks as they fell past to pool on the floor behind her.

She moaned against Alicia’s lips, teased her new mistress’s tongue with her own as she gave into the taste of the woman whose fingers were now sliding into her own sopping wet sex. 

Hannah knew she should be crying out; the tears streaming down her cheeks told her as much, but she just couldn’t bring herself to eve though the shears in her husband’s hand continued to remove her beautiful, envy-inducing hair chop by brutal chop. 

Eventually Alicia’s lips left Hannah’s behind, but her fingers remained inside, gently and rhythmically moving in time with her thumb. The doe-eyed beauty looked over Rick’s work as they exchanged possession of shears and Pet, with Rick’s heavy hand reclaiming it’s place just above the cold leather collar that marked Hannah as his own. His other hand regained control of both of hers, embarrassment again heating her cheeks as she was so easily controlled.

“Not bad for a first time,” Alicia commented. She fluffed out the generous waves that surrounded Hannah’s features, and Hannah was relieved to feel the cool, if overly blunt, ends of her silken locks resting against, if not past, her shoulders. Alicia let her hand trail downward nonchalantly, circling and then pinching Hannah’s overly sensitive nipple. “Don’t you think we should show off her collar more easily, though?”

Hannah whimpered, and brokenly said, “I’ll wear my hair up all the time, I promise. Please, no shorter!”

“Oh, my dear Pet,” Rick replied, leaning in to kiss her tear-stained cheek. “That’s very kind of you to offer, but I think we’d both hate to make you go through that trouble. Go ahead, Alicia.”

The scissors were lifted again, and Hannah cried out as Alicia began to chop away any tress that fell past chin length. She moved rapidly and haphazardly, just chopping and tossing the beautiful waves where Hannah would be sure to watch them fall. After butchering the left side, Alicia and Rick decided holding Hannah was becoming a bit cumbersome. 

Rick guided his wife to the stool, forcing her down into it while Alicia gathered up some of the long, shorn locks that had pilled atop one another on the floor. A binding was quickly improvised, looping around Hannah’s wrists and holding them in place against the back of the stool. Rick stood over her afterward, flexing his hands as he took in her ravaged visage.

Leaning down, he slipped his hand between Hannah’s legs and smiled. “You really are ready, aren’t you?” He teased.  

She flushed harder and hotter than she could ever remember, trying to look away but unable to keep herself from watching the man she pledged her life to kneel down in front of her. He placed his hands on her bare knees. 

“I suppose it’s my turn to keep our pet distracted.” With that, he pushed her legs apart and pulled her hips forward, leaning down to nuzzle against the golden fleece of thick, wet curls hiding her sex from view. 

Hannah couldn’t believe the predicament she was in, with her husband so intent on pleasuring her and driving her crazy while Alicia stood behind her, running gentle fingers through the thick waves that still remained, only to select and lift lock after lock and chop it away. 

“You’re going to look so good with short hair,” she’d say every now and again, coupled with, “I can’t wait to hear how everyone reacts to you having all of your gorgeous hair cut off.”

She’d tease, then cut, tease, then cut. And if Hannah had the temerity to react to Rick’s vigorous tongue work, Alicia would click her tongue and sigh, “Oops, I guess we have to go shorter now.”

Again and again she said this as Hannah cried and whimpered and moaned all at the same time, feeling her beautiful, shorn tresses falling against her shoulders before sliding to the ground. Soon, her ears were being teased by Alicia’s fingers, with the crunching and chopping of the blades becoming deafeningly loud. Then the cold blades were being pressed directly against her nape, then Alicia’s fingers were laying flat against the crown of Hannah’s head as her scissors cut and hacked the lush locks being gathered together.

By the time Hannah had come and Rick knelt before her breathing heavily and using his fingers instead of his tongue, the clippers roared to life behind Hannah. Alicia’s suddenly heavy hand rested on Hannah’s crown and pushed her chin down, giving the hungry clippers the room necessary to press against her nape and brutally chew away at the last remaining vestiges of her once-flowing hair. Again and again the clippers rose and were pulled away, rose and were pulled away, and Hannah was simply too exhausted to squirm. She pleaded silently with her master and husband, both aroused and enraged with how he ignored her. Instead he just watched Alicia work, watched her replace his Rapunzelesque wife with at best a Pixied pet, and maybe even one with a buzzcut for all she could tell.

By the time the clippers went silent and Alicia stood next to Rick in front of Hannah, the brunette’s own gorgeous corkscrew curls were suddenly loose and free and falling well past her shoulders in a silent taunt. Hannah started to lose track of what was happening at that point. She remembered flashes of being untied, of being carried into the bedroom and of being kissed and nuzzled and licked and teased by everyone present. She remembered flashes of being taken from behind by Rick while she pleasured Alicia as she had always wanted, and of holding and kissing her best friend while Rick nipped and nibbled her suddenly vulnerable neck and ears while putting her favorite toys to masterful use after he was spent.

It wasn’t until the next morning when she saw herself, and only after she had showered and washed her face before looking in the mirror. Rick had been right about her eyes and the new bangs — though the bangs themselves no longer existed, her eyes looked so much more vibrant and beautiful without the masses of long, golden hair around them. Instead, they were laid bare beneath a fringe that could barely be considered as such, maybe two inches worth of her former crowning glory that were left to crest toward her forehead in a miniature wave. The sides and back had been practically taken down to the skin, with no hope of teasing or hiding her neck or her round ears for several months. 

It was an astounding, unbelievable change she never wanted, but, at the very least, her two lovers had pushed her straight through the neighborhood of being adorable and dumped her back in the realm of being sexy and gorgeous again. She looked like a vixen, rather than a princess, the type of woman that would be at home in a board room or a leather catsuit.

Or in a boardroom while wearing a leather catsuit.

She liked that one aspect of it — she looked brave and bold, despite still wearing the collar that flatly confirmed her place in the unexpected trio she now was a part of, even if it was only for one night.

If nothing else, she’d get to try a lot of different style and beautiful bobs as she grew it out, which she planned to start doing immediately. In retrospect, she wished she had used the safe word when her hair still reached her shoulders, but… the moment had taken hold of her.

By the time she pulled on one of Rick’s button-down shirts and gone into the kitchen and almost finished cooking breakfast, Alicia and Rick were stirring. She heard them talking and joking, and then heard the shower start as Alicia exited the bedroom.

Hannah smiled at her friend’s awkwardly slow entrance into the room. Her beautiful curls were still tumbling free, still taunting with their enchanting unruliness. 

“Thank you for cleaning up last night,” Hannah said, nodding toward the living room. The hardwood flooring bore no trace that anything had happened the night before.

Alicia returned the smile and rounded the breakfast bar. She was bold enough to slip her arms around Hannah’s waist, nuzzling against and kissing her now naked nape.

Hannah closed her eyes, rumbling softly as she dropped the spatula intended to scramble the half-cooked eggs. She turned around and kissed Alicia hungrily, letting her friend pull her close into the embrace.

“So… is this a thing, now?” Hannah asked. “The three of us?”

Alicia smiled, fingering Hannah’s collar. “Do you want it to be?”

Hannah nodded. “Please.”

“Good. Because you being reluctant was the only thing that could stop it. Rick and I talked about this for a long time. I won’t be a part of your marriage in any way, but we will be having some playtimes together. In fact, he and I were just talking, and we’re going to take you out to get a new collar, for the new start.”

Hannah nodded.

Alicia gently pried open the top of the shirt Hannah wore. “And some tattoos, we think.” She traced Hannah’s left collarbone, “My name here,” and then Hannah’s right, “And his name here.”

As Hannah’s eyes widened and her heart raced, Alicia teased the former Rapunzel’s earlobes. “And some piercings. A lot of them. Your ears are way too boring for how much you’ll be showing them off, after all.”

Hannah swallowed, quickly turning to tend to the eggs before they burned. “Is… is that all…” she decided to test the word, “Mistress?”

Alicia hugged her again, resting her chin on Hannah’s shoulders. “Maybe pierced nipples, too? Who knows? There are just so many ideas your master and I could bounce off of one another.”

Her fingers trailed down, slipping inside Hannah’s shirt and teasing the bare, sensitive skin where her golden fleece had been shaven away in the bedroom last night. 

Hannah swallowed, savoring the shiver of delight induced by Alicia’s touch. “How often do you think we’ll all play?”

Alicia nipped Hannah’s shoulders. “Probably whenever you need a haircut, judging by last night.” Her nose nuzzled the barely-there velvety fuzz at Hannah’s nape. “Given what Rick suggested, that’s going to be every three weeks until you cry for mercy.”

Hannah trembled at the thought go being shorn like that so often, not sure whether she was dreading or looking forward to it.

“You’re going to make such a beautiful, perfect little pierced and pixied and painted pet, my dear. Don’t you think so, Rick?”

“Absolutely,” he said as he came into the room, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. He came close, cupping Hannah’s chin and lifting her lips to his in a soft, tender kiss. 

“But… but I like my hair long,” she quietly said. “I want to grow it out again.”

Her beloved husband smiled. “I know. And that’s what’s why it’s going to be so much fun making you forget to ever say the safe word.” He cupped her nape with one hand, caressing the soft fuzz there in a way that almost made Hannah melt all over again. “You’re the only one that can give yourself permission to grow long again, my love… And Alicia and I are going try our hardest to never let you do that.”

#end#

 

I hope you like this one — it was probably more straightforward than most of mine, but hopefully it still had enough build up so the events meant something. Let me know what you think — you never know what will inspire the next!