“Give me one of every toy you have in stock.” He stares back at me with his mouth agape. “So, you’re not a dom, then?” I glower at the counterfeit switch until his posture curls in on itself. He doesn’t need to know that I never reuse a single set of toys with different submissives. My lip curls. “Do you want my money or do you want to continue gaping at me like I’ve confiscated your prick?”
