Daddy, Please Make Me Yours
The first thing I see is an entire wall crammed with sex toys—dildos, vibrators, straps, and cuffs—along with shelf after shelf of things I can't even identify, all in every size, color, and shape imaginable.
The surrounding walls are draped with lingerie so sheer it seems to exist purely on a technicality, while posters of half-naked models smile down at us, posing with gadgets I can't even begin to guess the purpose of.
What the actual fuck?
Tyler gives my hand another tug, pulling me farther into the shop. "Let's find something for you."
I don't argue this time.
Not because I suddenly think this is a good idea, but because I've run out of energy to fight him.
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