Beneath the gun is another layer of tissue paper, and I check the depth of the box. There’s more.
I’m cautious as I lift out the paper, and there’s a flash of dark-pink. Furry. Then a glint of a silver chain.
Handcuffs.
Deep-pink, fluffy, handcuffs. I lift them out and my fingers sink into the soft fur. These aren’t novelty plastic cuffs with a bit of decoration. They’re plush and luxurious and silky.
I wonder if Blake touched them, and what he imagined me doing with them. This is such a totally different vibe to the gun, except for the expense.
The last item is revealed, and my heart does an impression of a bus with dodgy brakes.
It’s a sex toy. Even I—sheltered as I am—know that the red silicone “rose” is used for uh… Well. Orgasms. The exact way they achieve that, I’m not sure. The description on the packaging says suction and vibration.
Orgasms given to me by Blake, the idea of which ripples sensation up and down my spine. I’d like to say I won’t touch it, but the thought of Blake imagining me with it is scorching hot. He’s intrigued by me because I’m inaccessible, and that’s for the best. However unrealistic the whole scenario is, as he doesn’t know anything about me, I’m going to enjoy my delusion that Blake could want me. While it lasts.
I should try to maintain a fig leaf of the cover that I’m a for-hire-killer though, so I search online about gun handling, and watch a few videos. After that, I pull up my sleeve, find a plain wall, and video myself turning the gun and putting the safety on and off. Around two thousand and seventy-three takes, and I make a video that’s vaguely convincing that this isn’t the first time I’ve touched a gun.
BunnytheKiller
Thanks for the present.
I upload the video, and hold my breath.
Blake
Good Bunny.
I sigh with relief. Those two words are a warm blanket of approval wrapped around my shoulders. I shouldn’t like it.
Blake
What about the other gifts?
Oh gawwwd. He means the fluffy handcuffs that are clearly coded for sexy times, not practicalities.
That, and the vibrator. Sucker. Whatever it is that rose-shaped thing does.
BunnytheKiller
The cuffs need another person, and that’s not happening.
Which sounds suitably dismissive, but is true. I have no boyfriend, and with a brother as protective as mine, that’s never likely to happen. But also, I’ve never met a man I liked enough to think about whether I’d like to do naked things with.
My treacherous brain links to Blake, as though determined to show I’m a liar.
Alright. I’ve messaged with and seen pictures of a man I’d be interested in.
Blake
And the other thing?
BunnytheKiller
What about it?
Blake
You sent me a video of you with the gun. Send me one of you using the toy.
