Dumb baby – prequel

We’ve always had a specific power dynamic between us in our relationship. The type of dynamic that would make people just slightly concerned. I too was concerned at the start but I never stood a chance. Not against his charm, his manipulation, his cruelty and his inability to understand the word “no”. Or maybe it’s my inability to say “no” when it comes to him which led to this — bald with a stranger railing me against a barbershop window while he watches my teary and pleasure filled face.

A week back…

Giggles echoed through the room as he mercilessly tickled me with no intention to stop. I was breathing heavily and struggling to escape while thrashing under him as he held both my hands above my head with one of his hand while the other was torturing me.

“Please stop!”, I cried out with laughter and it finally stopped. He just laid there on top of me, still holding me captive under him. And slowly, the air turned thick changing the scene from innocence to something a bit more dark. His eyes roamed all over my face as I tried avoiding any eye contact which we know he absolutely hates.

“Look at me”

I tried, but with him so close to me and holding me in control made me too nervous to do so.

He grabbed my cheeks harshly, squishing them, and turned my face towards him.

“I said look at me”

My face heated under his hands, but hesitantly looked up at him through my eyelashes. The intense look he was giving me along with the dark intentions I could read through his eyes made me want to hide but also strip myself bare for him.

“ Are you being a brat or are you just a dumb baby? My dumb baby? One who needs me to take care of her and make her listen even when she doesn’t want to? Huh?”

I could only stare at him as he continued talking as the hand which held my cheeks moved around my face and then onto my hair.

“But babies don’t have this much hair, do they? Especially mine!”

I kind of knew what he meant by that. I’ve seen pictures of his ex-girlfriends on their instagram which I initially browsed through when we started seeing each other. Pictures of girls starting with long luscious hair of different colours slowly turning bald one day and staying so until they break up. It’s not difficult to conclude that it can’t be a coincidence it happened to all of his exes.

He’s always had a thing for my hair. Playing with it when we’re cuddling, tugging it ruthlessly like a leash when he’s behind me or even helping me take care of it when I’m too tired to do so. My hair is nothing special — jet black hair reaching mid back — and I’ve never tried any crazy styles nor have I been curious to.

I knew there was going to be a day when he bought this up, but I’m definitely not prepared on what to tell him. I have no interest in losing all my hair. For god’s sake, I’m the project manager for a pretty big corporation. I can’t walk around in a skirt with a bald head. What would people think? What would I even tell them? He’s crazy if he thinks he can make me change my mind on this.

All these thoughts and the only thing I could voice out was a moan as his knee slowly pressed on to me as he swooped in for a kiss. We quickly got distracted and I thought that was the end of that discussion.

This morning

We have a standing date to go to brunch every Sunday in this cute cafe next to his house and this week was no different. And as we’re finishing our meal, he flippantly mentions that we’ll have to stop by the barbers for a quick trim before heading back to his flat. This didn’t throw any red flags as I’ve noticed his business man cut has gotten slightly shaggy and I didn’t particularly remember his comment from a week ago about my hair.

I’m aware he gets his hair cut by one of his closest friends, Luca, but I’ve never met him before, so I mentioned that it would be finally nice to meet his friend. The comment he made next should have been the next indication of my impending doom but I carelessly ignored it.

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll love meeting him and you’ll see him so much more often after today.”, he said chuckling to himself.

oh, if only I knew how much of his friend that I’d meet today and for years after…

(To be continued)

preview of next part

“Why don’t you have a little trim?”

“ Stop crying and look at me”

“Baby, you don’t need any of this mess. You’re too dumb to take care of it and you hide behind it too much. Let me decide what we should do with it”

“ Can you hear how wet you are? Your mouth is saying one thing but your body is saying another”

“ Shave it again. I want her head to shine”

“Why don’t you show Luca how thankful you’re for shaving you clean?”

“You’re going to remain my bald little slut! I’m not letting your hair grow longer than a week. Every week, after brunch you’ll be right here getting scalped and shined”

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