Page 4 of Craved By You
Before we met, there had been a fetish website I had started using to explore the things I thought I might be interested in. It was also one of the only places I felt comfortable sharing the images I loved so much. I could still remember the day Janice logged on and found them. She sat there, waiting for me expectantly when I got home from work.
Janice had done a wonderful job rearranging the house, and by rearranging I mean the entire place was trashed, glass everywhere. Guess who got to clean it up? That’s right…me. Her eyes shot daggers into me and I remembered her lunging forward, pinning me to the floor.
She had placed her hands on both sides of my head. ????“You’re a horrible person,” Janice had said; her words still haunted me. She threatened to kill me right then and there. I’m not sure what changed her mind, but after a few minutes of worrying about who would find me, she had instead forced me into experiencing some of the kinks that I had indicated interest in on the site. Starting with wrapping her belt around my neck and pulling tightly, cutting off my air supply…
“Hello?” Colt waved his hand in front of my face. “Anyone home?”??
Hopefully, I hadn’t zoned out for too long. “Shit. Sorry. Are you ready?”
His smile made me want to melt in a puddle just as much as his deep voice as he said, “Let’s do this.”
We walked over to my booth and he sat down in the chair.????“I’ll be right back!” I said enthusiastically, rushing off.
Quickly, I headed toward the back bar to collect everything I needed for Colt’s appointment. Sarah, one of the other stylists seemed excited when I showed up and stopped to ask my opinion. I could feel his eyes burning my flesh, and I turned to look back at my station only to meet Colt’s eyes in the reflection of the mirror. He watched me intently as I turned to finish my mission, but I didn’t have to question if he had looked away; I could still feel his eyes on me.
My breath hitched as I made my way back, my boots clomping across the floor echoing the beat of my heart.
Why am I so nervous?
I hadn’t felt this way since my very first on-the-floor appointment when I was in cosmetology school. Even that hadonly been because I was given the pickiest client and then told: “Don’t fuck up.”
I set the alligator clips, shears, and other tools on the tray before draping the cape around him, securing it from the back.
I attempted to break the awkward silence by being just that,awkward. “Sorry I was running a bit late this morning. Normally I’d have this set up and ready to go by now.”
Colt smiled. “Hopefully your latte was worth it.”
Fuck, how did he know that?
My heart began to race and apparently he could tell I was beginning to freak out.
“I was at The Mean Bean killing time before my appointment and saw you rush in,” he said with confidence.
I paused and went to grab one of the clips, trying to remember if I had seen him there, finding it hard to believe that I had overlooked this hottie. My thoughts began to take over.There’s no way. He wasn’t there.
I had specifically remembered looking around at the tables while I waited. I would have noticed him. Right? Unless… he didn’t want to be seen.
Shaking the thought from my mind, I began to section his hair, preparing to clean up his round layers and trim up the length.
Colt cleared his throat, almost startling me. “I noticed you were wearing a Vore Ritual shirt the other day. You like them?”
I scoffed. “No, I wear shirts with bands I hate.” I was almost offended at his attempt at cutting down the love I have for them. Did Ilikethem? Colt raised his eyebrow and I couldn’t help but smirk back at him.
Gosh, he is dreamy.
“I love them. The lead singer, Reaper, is so talented.” I tried not to swoon too hard. “I would do anything to be able to meet him and the rest of the band.”
Colt looked surprised at my comment. “So, you’re going to the concert tonight at Static Bar?”
I blushed and shook my head no, embarrassed that I had essentially just proclaimed my love to them. Yet when the tickets went on sale, I completely spaced it and they were sold out within the hour.
“Oh, that’s too bad,” he paused, seeming to get lost in his own thoughts. “It just so happens that I have two backstage passes, if you’d be interested.”
“I’m flattered, but I don’t even know you.” My reflection in the mirror left nothing to the imagination and Colt chuckled..
“Not with me, sunshine. How about your boyfriend?” He glanced around the salon. “Or your boss over there?” He motioned toward the front desk.
Sunshine?
