Submit to Desire
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“Oh, no. I already know what I want to make you do.” Charlotte wrapped her arms around Kingsley’s shoulders and ran her hands through his long unruly hair.
“Charlie, no.” Kingsley’s voice was hard as iron.
“You don’t get to say ‘no’ if I don’t get to say ‘no.’ You never told me your safe word. And, need I remind you, you said I got to do anything I wanted to you. I want to cut your hair.”
“I’m getting a new dragon.”
“Not a chance. I’m all yours for another week and you are having a haircut. Stop being a coward. I’m one of the best stylists in the city.”
Kingsley exhaled and shook his head. “Steele was right. You are trouble.”
“He lets me cut his hair.”
“He also lets you breathe fire when you’re drunk. His is not an example we should be following.”
Charlotte looked at Kingsley and turned the corners of her mouth down.
“Mon Dieu, don’t pout at me. I can’t resist a beautiful woman pouting. I’ll have to spank you and let you cut my hair.”
“Spanking later. Haircut now. We’ll do it in your bathroom.”
Charlotte threw on her robe and ran to her bedroom. She gathered all her supplies and took them back to Kingsley’s room. Standing in the bathroom, he looked as pathetic as a child who’d lost his dog.
“Shower,” she ordered.
“Only if you join me.”
Charlotte sighed and pulled off her robe again. She’d probably spent as much time naked in King’s house as she had clothed. Kingsley took off his shirt and pants and stepped into his large steam shower. The glass box was so full of steam she could barely see him when she entered. She laughed as he grabbed her and dragged her to him. He kissed her under the water and lifted her up. He pressed her back to the tile wall and penetrated her.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him and pushed her hips into his. She loved how strong he was, loved how easily he could lift her and take her like she weighed nothing.
He drove into her as the water poured over them. She only meant for them to get his hair wet so she could properly cut it. As she climaxed around his hard length she decided Kingsley was definitely her favorite client of all time.
Kingsley lowered her to the floor and turned her around. He pushed into her from behind. Resting her face against the wall, she relaxed into the wet heat as he buried himself deep inside her and came again. He pulled out and Charlie turned around.
“On your knees.”
“Charlie, you devil.” Kingsley dropped to the floor. He didn’t seem to mind the position. Taking a fistful of shampoo she washed his hair. He kissed her stomach and hips as she lathered and rinsed his hair.
“None of that. You aren’t going to f**k me until I forget what I’m doing. Up and out,” she said. Kingsley stood up and left the shower. She followed and found a towel and her robe again while Kingsley pulled on his pants without bothering to dry off. God, he looked even better wet than dry. Running out to her bedroom she found a chair of just the right height. She brought it back, set it in the middle of the bathroom floor and pointed it to it.
Kingsley sat in it with obvious reluctance.
“I think I’d rather be back in le Légion getting shot at again.”
“If you keep acting like a big baby, I will shoot you. I’ve never known a man so in love with his hair before. “
“I’m in love with all of me. I’m a very lovable pervert.”
“Well, you’re going to be a very sexy pervert when I’m done with you. Now hold still.”
She combed his hair and made a study of it. It was a good base haircut already, only too long. Clearly he hadn’t gone to see his French barber in some time. She decided to cut it fairly short in the back and leave the top nice and wavy and purposefully disheveled looking.
He recoiled as she brought up her scissors.
“Big baby,” she said again.
“The more you taunt me, the more you’ll pay for it tomorrow.”
“Your punishments are the most fun I’ve had in years. You’re going to have to find a better threat.”
“Any suggestions?”
Charlotte thought about it. She took her first snip of his hair. It fell in a wet clump to the floor. “I guess you could kick me out earlier than we talked about.”
She saw Kingsley’s face in the mirror turn. The mask of the playful pervert temporarily dropped.
“I will not kick you out, Charlie. This was a business arrangement, recall? You are here to learn and then meet my client.”
She continued to snip away.
“I know. I’m not complaining. I’ve had the time of my life. I’ll just, you know, miss you.”
“I warned you that if you made me take my clothes off you’d fall in love with me.”
“Don’t get so cocky. I’m not in love with you. I just like you. A lot.”
“You know, you may like my client even more than you like me.”
“Is he less arrogant than you are?”
“Slightly.”
“Then I probably won’t.”
Kingsley laughed and she continued her work on him in silence. When she was done with the back of his hair she moved to the front. She blocked his view of himself in the mirror as she snipped away at the sides and top of his rich brown hair. He had only a hint of a few gray hairs and no balding at all. Along with the arrogance gene, he’d gotten the great hair gene, too. She set her scissors aside and ran her hands through his hair over and over again, tousling it this way and that. She took a tiny dab of hair serum and ran it through his waves.