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I closed the door behind me and turned to his bathroom, then walked toward it to find him standing by the sink with nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips.

“What are you doing?” I asked, observing his body before noticing he was holding scissors in his hands.

“Come stand next to me.”

Confused, I looked at him through the mirror before stepping closer and standing next to him in front of the sink with a questioning look on my face.

“Now that we’re the same age, I was wondering how much we’d look alike if we would have the same haircut.”

His eyes met mine, but I dropped my gaze to the scissors and quickly shook my head.

“I don’t wanna cut my hair.”

His was fairly long, almost down to his shoulders. And I bet if he would straighten his locks, it would definitely reach them.

“It was just an idea, Vespyr. I like your hair long,” he told me, now turning to face me.

I did the same, still observing the scissors. “Did you take a shower?” I asked, although his hair wasn’t wet and there was no steam from hot water in the air.

“No. I was waiting for you. Take off your sweater and turn around,” he demanded.

I never hesitated when he asked me to do something, and although I was still unsure about the scissors, I took off my sweater and placed it next to the sink.

I was about to take off my sports bra, but Fennec was quicker.

In one swift move, he cut through the fabric between my breasts.

My jaw dropped and my eyes were back on his as he just stood there with a smug grin on his face.

“I don’t have many of those, Fen!” I cried, pulling down the straps to take it off and look at it.

“I can’t wear this anymore,” I sighed, holding it up for him to see.

“I don’t like those things covering you up, Vespyr. You don’t need them anyway. Your tits are great.”

He grabbed my now unusable bra and put it aside, then he leaned in and pulled one nipple into his mouth before cupping the other with his left hand.

“I could’ve easily taken it off without you cutting it.”

“I don’t fucking care,” he growled, and when his tongue flicked against my nipple, my anger was already gone.

I felt the scissors drag along my stomach, then he moved it to my other tit to circle the tip around it.

He wouldn’t hurt me, but I tensed as the two blades opened and lightly pinched my nipple.

“Fennec,” I warned, looking down to see what exactly he was doing.

“Relax.”

He closed the blades a little more, and I jumped at the sharpness pinching one of my most sensitive body parts.

He hadn’t cut me, but he was close to.

Fennec chuckled as he saw my shocked facial expression, and after letting my other nipple pop out of his mouth, I took a step back.

“Don’t do that again.”

“Don’t be such a pussy, Vespyr. There’s far worse I could do to you.”

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