nikolai who insists his partner be shaved purely because that means they need body heat in the Russian winter and he can use that to get his partner to forgive him
fuuuck i love this a lot. i really love freaky controlling nik
cw controlling and manipulative nik
Perhaps it was strange to let your partner dress you. But Nikolai always knew exactly what to choose. When you would normally be deciding over a skirt or jeans, Nik had the whole thing planned out for you before you'd even started for the closet. Able to perfectly predict the weather, location, occasion. Hell, even your mood. Curating cute outfits for you that fit exactly where you two were going.
Honestly it was a relief to take those decisions off your shoulders. Just like the food you ate, the people you spoke to, how you entertained yourself during the day when he was at work.
Some of your friends had been concerned, he treated you like a doll. It had to be unhealthy. It was only a matter of time until he was hurting you.
But he never did. Never raised his voice, wouldn't dream of laying a finger on you. Practically worshipped the ground you stepped on. If he could keep you displayed on a shelf in his office, he would.
Nik's latest obsession had been your body hair. Brought home a selection of razors and shaving foams and pretty cleansers. Laying them all out for you and sweetly asking if he could shave you. How could you possibly say no.
He took his sweet time with it. Far more carefully than you had ever done for yourself. Blade gliding over your skin with such precision you wondered why you had ever bothered doing it. Just let Nikolai take care of it. Like everything else.
Perhaps you did get a little worked up. His warm hands all over you. Tugging gently as he removed every single hair. He didn't tease you. Simply slid his fingers into your freshly shaved cunt once he had finished and rinsed you off. Cooing praises as your orgasm peaked. A fuzzy warmth overtaking you.
Nik pulled you close, fingers trailing over your smooth skin. Teasing your clit until you were gasping with overstimulation before running them them back down your thighs.
He loved watching goosebumps raise on your smooth skin whenever the cold hit you. How you just had to cuddle close to him to stay warm. The man was a bloody furnace. And he was thrilled when you would press as much bare skin against him as possible to absorb the heat.
He got to snuggle with you under layers of blankets. Enjoying your silky smooth flesh. Warm hands cupping your cunt so you would shiver with pleasure instead of the harsh russian cold.