“Ughhhh, it was just getting good,” Sara said as she looked down at Jordan and smirked, seeing him like putty in her hand. She stroked him one last time, and she could feel his once tight and tense body entirely at the mercy of her touch.
“Someone looked like they were enjoying themselves. See, it’s not so bad being my little man when you aren’t fighting it every step of the way.” Sara said as she stood up and set Jordan down on her shoulder.
“Where are we going?” Jordan asked as Sara walked about the room while Jordan clung to the strap of her tanktop on her shoulder. With each step she took, Jordan felt like he was more and more enveloped by her life.
“We babysit later today, but we have to pick up Steph first. We also have a couple of little stops to make as well.” Sara said as Jordan watched in a bit of amazement as Sara grabbed her phone and quickly messaged someone before sliding her phone into her pants pocket in one swift motion.
“I should at least put on a different shirt. Then we need to give you a little makeover.” Sara said as she set Jordan down on the end of her bed before she headed into her closet and changed her shirt. She came out carrying a large shopping bag.
“What’s all that?” Jordan asked, a bit afraid to ask.
“After work, we stopped at the store and got some stuff for your habitat makeover, and then I also got some stuff to make you over. I don’t know who was in charge of your general look, but they sucked.” Sara said as she set her bag down before grabbing a comb, brush, scissors, some makeup, and hair products.
“What do you mean? I styled myself. What’s wrong with how I look?” Jordan said more defensively than he intended.
“Oh, so the same person who picked out your clothes then,” Sara said, sticking her tongue and playfully mocking him. “Now, don’t move, and I need you to trust me,” Sara said as they brought a brush down and combed Jordan’s hair.
“Sara, I trust you but put the scissors down,” Jordan said, panicked.
“Quit squirming, or I’m going to mess up. My little man can’t be looking so frumpy.” Sara said as she trimmed the sides of his head before dropping a glob of gel onto his head.
“This is the same kind of hair dye I use, so it should last a while,” Sara said before she started working on the dye. “You’re so little it takes hardly anything,” Sara said with a giggle before rinsing out the dye.
“Are we done yet?”
“No, be patient and quit squirming so much. I just have to get my hair dryer, and then we can fix your hair properly and get you into the outfit I picked out. You’re gonna be sooo cute.” Sara said as she dashed out of the room to grab her hair dryer as Jordan rolled his eyes. He looked over the open door and thought of Mocha.
“Sara! You left the door..” Jordan shouted as loud as he could.
“What? I was just gone a second. Were you scared? That’s adorable.” Sara said she pulled out her phone.
“Who are you texting? You’re talking about me, aren’t you?” Jordan asked, trying to peek onto her phone.
“It’s just a group chat, nosey, and not everything is about you. But this time, yes, it happened to be about how scared you were without me. Now stand still.” Sara said, putting her phone away and placing her hand behind Jordan, who was confused until she brought her hair dryer up and turned it on.
Jordan was instantly thrust into the palm of her hand as the hot air blew on him. He felt like his skin was going to melt off as he stared into the simple hair dryer that, if he didn’t know any better, could have been an engine turbine for the largest plane in existence.
Sara turned the hair dryer off before grabbing Jordan and pulling off his clothes from the day prior. Every instinct he had told him to fight, but he knew it was pointless. All he was going to do was rip the clothes, and that would upset Sara.
“I looove this smell,” Sara said, which left Jordan confused for a moment before a giant spray bottle of perfume was placed before him. Before he could even close his eyes or shield himself, the scented mist rained down on his naked body.
“My little man smells so good now, and your hair is so adorable. Now let’s get this outfit on you.” Sara said as she pulled a shirt over Jordan’s head, dressing him like she did her Barbie dolls as a little girl.
“I-i can dress me Jordan said as he looked down at the outfit. He wanted to hate it. He wanted to be able to shout back at Sara that this was horrible and embarrassing. However, as he looked at the outfit she had dressed, he actually didn’t hate it. Looking over at the mirror, he expected the worst when he looked at his hair, but it was dyed blonde and styled nicely. If he was being honest with himself, he actually kind of liked it.
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