Page 45 of Make You Mine

Good question. I wasn’t sure what to get you at first. But a quick look at your nightstand told me all I needed. I thought my wife liked toys. Don’t you, darling?

My cheeks flush with his answer. He’s been through my nightstand?

It comes out louder than I intend to. “That’s an invasion of privacy!”

Unknown:

Aren’t we past that? Privacy?

“If you like me so much, why not just give me normal gifts? Flowers? Chocolate? An expensive handbag?”

Unknown:

I can’t read your mind, Madelyn. That’s why I went through your nightstand. But is that what you want? If you do, say no more. I was trying to be creative, that’s all. Especially after reading your dirty little diary. Pleasure seemed way more on par with your interests than flowers.

“How about we stop it with the creepy gifts, and we meet instead?”

Unknown:

Are you flirting with me?

I’m not. But maybe this is the way to catch him.

“Maybe.”

Unknown:

Well, someone’s eager. *Winkey face* We will meet. Just not yet. Be patient and use these toys to get yourself off and get ready for me. I know you’re a bit inexperienced. And maybe that butt plug wasn’t the best start. But I promise the rest won’t hurt.

Oh my God. He knows that I’m a virgin.

Ping.

Unknown:

I can’t say the same about my cock, though. But you’re a big girl, with big girls’ toys. You’ve gotten a taste. Even if that six-inch pink rabbit dildo has got nothing on mine. Don’t worry. I’m sure you can take it, my wife.

“What if I don’t want to get off? Are you going to make me?”

Unknown:

Oh, but you do. You can’t fool me. You’re frustrated, Madelyn. This journal is a little glorious sex positive sanctuary where you’ve let yourself go. You can be sure I’m cherishing it and learning a lot.

As much as his entitlement frustrates me, and his stupid game that will probably get me fired annoys me, there’s something about his words that makes my heart race. He wants to please me. He’s making me go through all this so I stop denying myself things. No one’s ever done that for me.

Unknown:

And don’t pretend you don’t like sex. My wife loves sex.

His last message has an attachment.

I click on it, and another picture of my journal downloads.

Dear diary,

I originally got this journal when I was eighteen and skipped the foreword. No one really writes forewords in personal diaries, but what the heck?

One day, someone really annoying told me I should try this writing thing and gifted me this journal, and maybe this is my chance.