Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
The echo of my heels on the linoleum had everyone looking in our direction. A tiny pink leash dangled from my fingers, the matching collar locked tight around Jon’s neck. He wore a black sports coat and slacks, no shirt. His sexy chest and abs were on display as I totted him through the nail salon.
Older women gasped, and younger ones giggled. The little nail techs leaned into each other to whisper about the two of us in a language I couldn’t understand. It didn’t matter, though. It was nail day, and nail day is my favorite fucking day.
Nail Day
“Miss Kayla!” Mimi greeted me by standing and holding out her hand, indicating I should sit at her station. The long table had four tech and eight chairs. The toe of my heel moved the chair beside where I would sit, and I made eye contact with the Hostess. She rushed over to pull the chair away, and Jon pulled out mine. I sat and smiled as he knelt in the empty space beside me. My hand reached out to play in his hair. “What are we doing today?”
“Full set,” I spoke without looking away from Jon. I loved how obediently and attentively he waited beside me—not caring what the people around us thought of our dynamic or how humiliating it was to him. The only thing that mattered to him was serving me. “And a pedicure.” My fingers curled in his hair, and I tilted his head back till he moaned. “All on my little puppets card, please, Mimi.”
She giggled and sat, blushing as she prepared her tools. “So spoiled, Miss Kayla.” I let go of his hair to drape my hands out in front of Mimi.
“This isn’t spoiled, babe,” I smirked as I leaned in as if I had to share a secret with her. “It’s what I deserve.” She picked up my hand with a snigger and nodded.
“Of course. Would you like something to drink?”
“Champagne. Puppet will hold it.”
To be continued.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357