Page 58 of Made to Be

“Uh uh, nope. Not ‘gonna work.” I sat the nearly empty wine bottle on the nightstand and crossed my arms. “Those puppy eyes won’t work on me this time, mister.”

He leaned forward from his position cross-legged on the floor, his chin propped onto the edge of the mattress as he somehow – witchcraft probably – made his eyes even bigger. He even stuck out his bottom lip in a little pout. Cheeky devil.

“Ughh, fine,” I groaned, caving entirely. Who was I kidding, I didn’t even stand a chance. “One hint. That’s it. But,” I warned him, “if you don’t get Vic’s Top Toy with one more swap, then you lose. Deal?”

His eyes brightened and he nodded excitedly, accepting the challenge.

I gave it some serious thought, needing to come up with something that wouldn’t completely give it away. My brain was still a little hazy from the alcohol, so it was taking tremendous effort. A headache was forming behind my eyes by the time I figured it out.

“This one isn’t like the others, and it just so happens to be my favorite color. While three of these are in the same shade, guess it right and you’ll have it made.”

If I hadn’t been buzzing from the wine, I’d have cringed at how much of a dork that made me soundlike. But Cam didn’t laugh at my corny, silly little rhyme. He studied the dildos with a newfound intensity. As if he had staked his very life on solving this puzzle. I practically held my breath as he reached out, hesitantly pulled back, then reached out again, this time with confidence. And when he swapped the toy sitting in its lonely spot at the end with the one at the very front, the grin that broke out on my face was so ridiculously wide I probably looked crazy.

With a wave of my hands, I sent an obscene amount of glittery rainbow confetti raining down on Cam. He looked up, gaze wide and mouth slack in surprise, but then he smiled back at me, eyes twin gleaming pools of blue.

“I won,” he told me. Several pieces of confetti fell from his hair as he leaned forward.

Slowly inching forward as well, I chuckled, “You won.”

Then I sent more confetti playfully down upon his head. The colorful strands littered his hair, covering his shoulders and lap.

“What would you like for your prize?” I asked him in a low voice, ignoring the spread of dildos between us entirely. “Remember Cam, you can ask for anything.”

My gaze flicked to his lips and back up as his did the same. Maybe I tilted my head to the side slightly, exposing my neck. I constantly found him staring at it, so I assumed he liked it. Maybe he wantedto nibble on it; I’d totally let him. Perhaps I fluttered my lashes a little more. Maybe I deliberately peeked my tongue out to wet my lips as his eyes settled on my mouth just to see what he would do next.

Cam’s bold request took me completely by surprise and my mouth popped open when he said,

“I want to use one of these on you.”

My mouth opened and closed on me like a fish out of water as I struggled to find my words. I had nothing, left entirely speechless as I stared wide-eyed at Cam who was watching me expectantly. No one had ever... No one had ever wanted to use toys on me and many ex-lovers had openly disliked them. This was new territory for me, but I couldn’t deny that my heart was racing with what I could only define as excitement.

“You do?” I croaked. “But... why?”

Shut up, Vic. Shut your stupid mouth,I lectured myself.

“You said I could ask for anything or have you do anything that I wanted,” he reiterated simply, eyes meeting mine and holding there. “This is what I want.”

“But again... why?”

Vic, you idiot, just let the man do as he wishes! If he wants to fuck me with one of my dildos, who am I to deny him his guilty pleasures?!

“Is that a no, then?”

Shit, his gaze was eating me alive, intense and expectant.

I swallowed a dry, audible click, “No, it’s not.”

“Then can I choose?”

Oh goodness. My head bobbed up and down, and I then watched as he gathered all of the dildos and toys from my bed into his arms and deposited them into the nightstand drawer. All but one. Not-so-little ol’ reliable. My breath left me in a heady rush as he pulled the cherry flavored bottle of lube that I had stashed away and crawled onto the bed. He knelt before me where I sat resting back against the headboard, still holding the dildo within his palm.

“You mean... right now?” I squeaked.

He cocked a brow at me. “You don’t want to?”

Oh god. I do. I do! I want that so bad.But all my loquacious self could mumble was, “Mhm.”

Why was I so bad at this? I had never shied away from taking the reins before, but with Cam... my masks were off, the confident bluster and armor I wore stripped bare. He had no idea the power he wielded over me, that I was willing to do anything he would say or ask of me. He had no idea that, despitemebeing the witch, I was the one already under his spell.