Page 53 of Reaching Roland

Once I was done, I draped the towel over his head and helped him sit up. Walking around to his front, I stood between his legs as I dried his hair. Not a move I’d pull with most customers, since it was far too intimate, but this was Roland, my Daddy. Suddenly, his head popped up. “Did you have those on all day?” he asked, pointing at my feet.

Proud of myself, I nodded happily. “I sure did.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Have you been wearing them all week, or was it only for today since you knew I’d be here?”

“Only today,” I admitted. “But I had to order these, and I paid a fortune for rush delivery.”

Roland frowned. “Oh, that's disappointing. I guess I need to revamp your reward.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I can't very well expect you to change what you wear if you don't even own the right shoes. I'll have to take you shopping.”

I stomped my foot and put my hands on my waist. “No,” I whined. “You promised me…” I looked around to make sure there weren’t any employees or late customers around. Then I leaned in close. “Daddy, you promised that I would get to suck your cock instead of the lollipops if I listened to you. You can't take that away now.”

Roland threw his head back, laughing, and the towel fell down around his shoulders. “You're right, that wouldn't be fair.”

“No, it wouldn't.”

He rose up slowly, grabbing my hips before I stepped back out of his space. He looked down at me. “I like how quickly you tried accommodating me once you had a reward dangled in front of you.” He stroked his finger down my cheek. “It sounds like I need to come up with other requests that I can reward you for.”

I waggled my eyebrows. “Yes, please.”

He dropped a kiss on the tip of my nose, then smacked my butt. “Come fix my hair so we can get out of here.”

He sat back in his chair, and I held onto his shoulders as I leaned down and met his eyes in the mirror. “Do I get a reward today?”

He stroked his chin. “Hmm. Only one a day, let me think…”

“But I had to wait, Daddy, and paying for rush delivery should count for something.”

He glared at me playfully in the mirror. “Kenny, I've seen your weekend wardrobe. You have plenty of sneakers that you could've worn.”

I jerked up, putting my hand over my heart. “Sneakers? I am not wearing sneakers to work, Daddy. That's where I draw the line.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I guess you could use a little positive reinforcement. Fix my hair, and then we’ll go to The Tap for dinner, and then we can head over to your place or mine, and I’ll give you a delicious treat.”

“That's what you think,” I said with a smirk.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked warily.

“You’ll see.” I fixed his hair, quick as lightning, then grabbed his hand and tugged him up. “Come on.” Dragging him through the salon and out the back door into the employee parking lot, I scanned the parking lot and saw that I was the last vehicle back here. I figured I would be. The receptionist and our massage therapist, who took the latest appointments, both parked out front so that when they left, they didn’t have to go out into a deserted parking lot. They always left with each other, and, if for some reason, one of them wasn't here, Austin or his husband, Judson, came back and escorted them out. I really had the best bosses.

“Kenny, what are we doing?”

I smiled at him over my shoulder as I pulled him toward my car. “Austin said he’d prefer if we didn't mess around in the salon, but he never said anything about the parking lot.” We reached my vehicle, which I unlocked with the fob in my pocket, and I opened the back door, shoved a bemused Roland into the back seat, and closed him in.

When I ran around to the other side and opened the door, he had his open again with one foot outside. “Shortcake, I don't know about this.”

“Daddy, you owe me a treat, and I want it now.” I leaned in and pouted out my lower lip.

He snorted. “You're going to get it, but you have to wait until we're not exposed.”

I narrowed my eyes on him. “So you're not the adventurous type, then?”

He puffed up his chest. “I started dating my wife very young, and both our parents had open-door bedroom door policies. I can assure you, I’ve done plenty of things that bordered on exhibitionism.”

I brightened. “Great.” Jumping into the car, I closed the door firmly behind me and hovered my hands over the top of Roland's zipper. “Daddy, I won't do anything against your consent, and I won't take advantage of you, but I'd really like to slurp on that bad boy right now. I haven't had a lollipop or a hard candy since noon in anticipation of tasting you.”

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