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“Let’s play a guessing game, Charlie. You guess all five right
and you can do anything you want to me when the game is over.”

“Anything?”

“Anything that isn’t illegal. Or at least anything we won’t get
caught doing.”

“What am I guessing?”

“You’re guessing what object I’m putting inside you.”

All her self-congratulatory anti-shame thoughts went out the
window.

“You are going to stick stuff in me, and I have to guess what
it is?”

“I think I just said that. Ready?”

“No,” she said but didn’t safe out. She’d quickly learned with
Kingsley that “no” meant anything but “no” to him. Until she said “dragon” she
was in.

She felt Kingsley’s fingertips opening her up. And then
something slightly flat pushed slowly into her. It had a round base that
narrowed. She tried to imagine what it was. She felt something on it tickle her
outer lips. Something soft like a bristles.

“Jesus, Kingsley. That’s my best hairbrush. Do you know how
expensive those things are?”

“Very good,
ma chérie
,” he said and
pulled it out of her. “Such a good hairbrush is surely washable. That is one out
of five. Next,” he said. The next object was cold and smooth and widened as it
neared the top. She remembered dinner with Kingsley last night. It had been a
party with several of Kingsley’s hilariously perverted friends. He’d let her
have one glass of wine. Halfway through dinner he’d caught her staring at him.
Winking at her he emptied the rest of the wine bottle into his glass and raised
the bottle in a toast to her.

“It’s the wine bottle.”

“You’re a very smart little pussy, Charlie.” She laughed as he
pulled the bottle out of her.

She tensed a little when she felt his fingers again.

Whatever it was he was putting into her was metallic and heavy.
And it was big. It had a flat bottom and grooved sides.

“Can I get a hint?” Charlotte asked.

“You’ll find the answer very illuminating.”

She laughed. “It’s a flashlight?”

“Bien,
ma chérie
. Three out of
five.” He gently pulled the flashlight out of her. “The next one I’m quite
certain you’ve had inside you before.”

“Probably not. Never done the object thing.”

“Are you sure about that?” Kingsley pushed her open with his
fingers again. Again she felt cold smooth metal. But this object was different.
It had two parts. She heard something move like the turning of a screw and she
felt her vagina start to open up.

She took a hard breath. “You have your own speculum?”

“Of course. I love to play doctor. Especially with such a
beautiful and patient patient.”

She waited for him to close it and pull out. But he left it in
her. She heard a click. “And the flashlight will do double duty for us.”

Charlotte’s heart pounded. Now she
was
mortified. She knew he was looking deep inside her.

Kingsley ran his hand up her stomach and stopped at her
breasts. He pinched a nipple and her body responded with a hard contraction.
Kingsley laughed. She knew he had seen the muscle contraction with his own
eyes.

“That is four out of five. You only have one more and you win.
I’m starting to get nervous.”

“I’m the one naked, spread open and being violated here,” she
reminded him.

“Yes, you are. Therefore I’m expecting rather gruesome revenge
from you.” He didn’t sound the least worried about the prospect.

He closed the speculum and gently withdrew it.

“Last one. If you don’t get this one right, I’ll be very
disappointed in you, Charlie.”

“Do your worst.”

“I think I will.”

She shivered when something soft brushed her inner thighs. She
felt warm wetness again. Oh, yes, she knew what this was.

“Your tongue,” she guessed and knew she was right. Kingsley
pushed his tongue into her and out again. He kissed her inner lips with the same
passion and dexterity his used to kiss her mouth. He sucked on her clitoris, ran
his tongue up and down her. For what felt like an eternity his mouth devoured
her. He pushed two fingers into her and with his tongue and hand brought her to
a fierce climax. Her inner muscles rippled and shivered. Her back arched. She
pushed her hips up and Kingsley’s fingers went deep into her. The orgasm seemed
to last forever. She sank into the chair as her climax faded and left her tired
and panting. Kingsley’s hand was at the back of her head. He untied the
blindfold and she blinked when the light intruded. Kingsley gazed at her with a
dangerous grin on his lips.

“My turn,” he said.

She rolled forward and went down on her knees in front of the
ottoman. She unbuttoned Kingsley’s pants and took him in her mouth. For such an
alpha male, King didn’t demand oral pleasure very often. He’d once said that if
she’s already on her knees he would just fuck her doggy style and give them both
a good time. She couldn’t argue with that logic. But now she could tell he was
definitely in the mood. He leaned back on his hands and tilted his hips toward
her. She paused long enough to reach up and unbutton his shirt as well. Running
her hands over his hard muscled chest, she kissed his flat stomach before taking
him with her mouth again. He was always so dominant, so in control of
everything, that it gave her enormous satisfaction to hear him gasp and feel him
flinch with the pleasure she was inflicting on him.

Kingsley reached out and slipped his fingers into her hair. He
caressed the side of her face and her neck. It always amazed her how depraved he
could seem one moment and how gentle and caring the next.

Charlotte took him deep in her mouth and sucked hard. She
teased and caressed him with her tongue. Licked, stroked and did everything in
her power to make him moan as helplessly as he made her. Finally Kingsley took a
hard breath and came. After swallowing his semen with more pleasure than she
would ever admit to, she leaned back to look at him. With his shirt pulled open
all the way to his shoulders and his bullet-riddled chest and stomach on
display, he was undoubtedly the most erotic man she’d ever met.

He buttoned his pants and stood up. He took Charlotte’s hand
and pulled her to her feet. He kissed her long and hard. She loved that she
could still taste his saltiness on her tongue.

“You won the game, Charlie. Whatever will become of me?”

“You said I get to do anything to you I want?”

“Oh, yes. Put me in a dress and take pictures. Make me walk
down the street naked. Shave my testicles with a straight razor. Do you need
time to decide?”

“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 fuck 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.

“Perfect.” Charlotte stepped aside. She watched with
anticipation as Kingsley studied himself in the mirror.

“My god,” he said. “I’m even more handsome than I thought.”

Charlotte slapped him on the bottom, and he pulled her into his
arms. It was a very good haircut. He looked younger and even more roguish. In
fact, he looked very French.
Très
even.

“Your revenge is complete. You won the game and got to play
barber.”

“Stylist,” she corrected. “If I beg can I get to do one more
thing tonight that you never let me do?”

“Beg away and we’ll see how magnanimous I’m feeling.”

“Can I sleep with you in your bed tonight?”

Kingsley sighed and kissed her on the forehead.

“Charlie, while I adore hurting you, I must admit I don’t
actually enjoy hurting you.”

“It’s okay. Thought I’d ask.”

“You may stay with me tonight and every night until you leave,”
he said.

She grinned up at him. “Really?”

“
Oui.
Now take off your clothes and
get into my bed. I need to start punishing you for all your
insubordination.”

“Yes, sir.” She took off running to the bed. Kingsley came in
after her and crawled on top of her.

“Admit it,” she said as he opened her robe and kissed her
nipples. “You like me, too.”

“I do. A good barber is so hard to find.”

* * *

On her last day at Chez Kingsley, Charlotte woke up
alone in his big red bed. She was surprised he was up so early considering how
late they’d stayed up playing and fucking last night.

Tired and lonely, Charlotte showered in Kingsley’s bathroom and
dressed. She returned to her own room and packed her things. She had a feeling
she’d be back at her own apartment by tomorrow. She’d promised Kingsley she
would keep an open mind about his client, whom she would meet tonight. Kingsley
had told her very little about him. All she knew was that he was, as Kingsley
said, “not unattractive,” “wealthy,” and was “longing for a deeper connection
than his previous relationships.” She didn’t know how deeply she could connect
with this guy when her heart ached at the thought of leaving Kingsley behind.
But he’d trained her well. By now she was used to doing what King told her to
do. She’d meet him. She’d give him a chance. And then she’d go back to her old
life.