Jordan found himself helpless to do anything as Sara blow-dried her hair. It was a new experience for him. He knew from having dated people in the past just how long this could take. As it stood now no matter how much he pushed and maneuvered his body he was firmly tucked into Sara’s towel. He was left with only the movement of his arms and head. He knew he wouldn’t get another opportunity to say anything until Sara finished blow drying her hair as his voice just wasn’t strong enough to penetrate that volume of noise.
Sara for her part was unaware of Jordan’s struggles against her partially wet body or his attempts to gain her attention. She looked in the mirror brushing and blow-drying her hair as she normally did. Every so often she would quickly glance down at Jordan making sure nothing was wrong.
It felt like an eternity to Jordan before the blow dryer turned off. When it did he felt relief that this would finally be over. Overall it wasn’t uncomfortable as the plush thick towel felt a bit like being tucked tightly into a bed. The warmth of Sara’s body radiating through his body felt good and kept him nice and warm. The towel was tight enough Jordan didn’t feel like he was in any danger of falling or the towel loosening. It was just the embarrassment of it all that he struggled with as Sara went about her normal post-shower routine.
“So what’s next? What time is it?” Jordan asked now able to communicate with Sara once again.
“Oh, I’m not sure my phone is back there. I have to brush my hair. It has a softness and bounce to it that I like if I brush 100 times or so on each side.” Sara said as she put the blow dryer away before walking back to the mirror and starting to brush her hair.
“Wait you’re doing that now? Like right now?”
“Of course, I always do it now this is a fancy brush that disperses the oils and chemicals I just spent all this time putting into my hair. You are being so good. You should know how proud I am of you.” Sara said as she gave Jordan a pat on the head as she continued to brush her hair.
He felt his body betray him. As Sara praised him and gave him a gentle pat on the head he felt his body unconsciously relax a bit along with the words of praise mixed to release and fill his body with dopamine. He hated that her praise did this to him. It was like his body and subconscious were adjusting to being her pet without his permission. However, he couldn’t deny how good the dopamine release felt.
Sara continued to brush her hair leaving Jordan tucked into her towel. He still had the urge to say something but now he stupidly felt like he would disappoint her if he said otherwise so he tried to adjust to the situation. The more he thought about it. This was probably for the best. As he would have to have to get used to this as this was probably going to be the nightly norm whether he liked it or not. Besides he didn’t have anywhere to go anyway and once she was done he would get pulled out.
Jordan knew this was just him trying to rationalize all this to himself but the alternative wasn’t going to get him anywhere. He wasn’t about to beg to be let out as then even if she listened she would put him down on that cold floor. In a few minutes at most he would be shivering and she would just use that to enforce how right she was. No, Jordan knew what he needed to do. He was going to prove her wrong. He wasn’t going to give Sara the satisfaction of throwing it in his face because he was wrong. He was going to show her and stay right here until she finishes with her hair.
“There that wasn’t so bad. I just have to shave my legs quick, and then we can head back to the room.”
“Mmmhmmm, that’s what I thought.” Gloated Jordan over proving her wrong while Sara had a confused look on her face.
“Okay? It’s a little creepy how in tune you are with my leg hair growth.” Sara said still confused as she grabbed her razor.
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