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The cape snaps shut – no escape now. The plastic was cool against her naked skin as he draped it over her shoulders. She swallowed hard, feeling the weight of it settle around her, trapping her arms underneath, making her heart race. Then – a sharp tug as he snapped it very tight around her neck. Her pulse jumped. She let out a shaky breath, fingers flexing beneath the cape. She couldn`t move. She was completely at his mercy now. And she loved it.
He picked up the gleaming silvery manual clippers from the kitchen table in front of her. She bit her lip. Her breath came a little faster, her thighs pressing together beneath the plastic cape, beads of sweat already gathering on herforhead. ” Tell me,” he murmured ” Tell me what you want.” Her cheeks fluttered, she swallowed. ” Clipper me, ” she whispered.” Take it all down.” His smirk deepened. He tested the manual clippers in front of her eyes. The intoxicating click clack sound sounding in her ears. Making her core tighten with anticipation. She felt the heat between her legs. She exhaled shakily. ” Good girl.”
His right hand pressed against the top of her head, tilting it fully forward. He ran his fingers over her nape, first slowly, teasing, feeling the soft regrowth. Then finally – the cold metal blades met her skin. The first slow merciless stroke scraped up her nape, peeling away the dark fuzz of regrowth. She let out a soft shaky moan. He guided the hungry clippers higher, leaving behind nothing but the smooth bare sensation that she craved. Her scalp tingled with raw exposure. The click clack sound of the metal teeth grinding over each other coursed through her, making her thighs tense beneath the cape. She couldn`t move, couldn`t stop him, couldn`t do anything but sit there and take it. And God she loved it. The clippers swept up behind her ears, exposing her skin even more. Her nipples hardened, her breathing uneven. ” You love this, don`t you Fi ? ” He murmured against her ear. She whimpered barely nodding. He chuckled. ” You used to make me sit in this exact same stool getting sheared, babe ! Now look at you !” Her stomach tightened, heat spreading between her legs, juices starting to drip. He was right. She had once stood in the very same kitchen, commandering him to sit , to be clippered, to be controlled. Now? Now she was the one offering herself. And she had never felt more desired.
When he finally finished he brushed off the last of the stray hairs, running his palm over her freshly severely clippered nape. Her head fell back slightly, a soft gasp ercaping her lips. His touch was firm, possesive. ” So smooth, so perfect”, he whispered. She shivered involuntarely. ” How do you feel, babe?” She looked up at him.” Sexy as hell.” His eyes darkened, his grip tightening on her jaw. ” Good, ” he growled. ” Because i`, not done with you yet.”
She barely had time to gasp before he was pulling the cape off her, lifting her out of the chair and pinning her against the kitchen table. Her bare shorn nape reflexing in the windowpane. His lips were on her neck, her jaw, her mouth – hungry, dominant, claiming. She moaned into him, her hands gripping his t-shirt , pulling him closer , needing more. The vintage old clippers had awakened something between them. And tonight neither of them would be sleeping.
A month later that first night in the kitchen , she craved it again. Two weeks later she couldn`t stop thinking about it. Now, she didn`t want to wait. She needed it, and she wasn`t afraid to beg.
