YES DADDY, MAKE ME YOUR TOY
I mumble underneath my breath; my voice and mood have been so rigid lately, and I don’t know why.
“Great, you came right on time. I made your favorite meal. Wanna try?” She smiles, but fuck, I’m seeing someone’s smile on her face, and I think my brain is malfunctioning.
“Sure, I’d love to. And, um, can you take that shirt off? I think I will love to see you in your tank top and a short. Is that fine?” I smile politely, knowing I'm fucking lying through my teeth.
She frowns, but soon disappears when the words sink in.
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