Page 35 of Sexting the Single Pakhan

It’s evening now. I’m lying awake in my bed, phone glowing in the dark, arguing with him via text for what feels like the hundredth time.

Me: I know you’ve never been told no before. But I mean it when I say, no, we can’t go on this. We have to stop.

Leonid: I can think of several reasons why we shouldn’t. Like making you come on my tongue again, splitting you in half with my cock, mind-blowing orgasms. Need I go on?

My thighs snap together before I can stop the reaction. Heat floods my core. My body remembers vividly. I hate that it does. He’s not making this any easier.

Another text lights up the screen.

Leonid: You’re having flashbacks, aren’t you?

My fingers tremble as I type.

Me: Leonid, we can’t go on. We have to stop.

Leonid: That doesn’t answer my question. Are you having flashbacks?

I hesitate. There’s no use in lying.

Me: Yes.

Leonid: Are you touching yourself?

My hand is already sliding down my stomach, fingertips brushing the edge of my panties. I freeze. Snatch my hand back like I’ve been burned. I need to focus.

Me: You don’t seem to get what I’m saying. I could lose my job if this gets out. My reputation. My career. Everything I’ve worked for will be ruined. I can’t have that happen.

The three dots appear immediately. Then:

Leonid: I would never let that happen to you.

I read it twice. A dangerous little spark of relief tries to bloom in my chest. I crush it before it can take root.

Me: It would be foolish to risk my future because of what we’re doing.

Leonid: Baby. Nothing about you or your future is at risk while you’re with me. I promise you won’t lose your job. And if it ever made you feel safer… I can get you another one. Better pay.

Baby. I can’t help the tiny, involuntary smile that tugs at my lips before I catch myself. I hate how easily he disarms me.

Me: No. I like working at the school. I like my students.

Leonid: Fine. I’ll make sure your job and your career are never threatened. But we are not over. Not anytime soon.

I stare at the message. He doesn’t seem to be getting the message I’ve been trying to pass.

Leonid: Have you gone silent on me?

Leonid: Laurel.

Even through text, I can hear the growl in it, the same tone he used when he pinned my wrists above my head and fucked me until I forgot my own name.

My core clenches. I squeeze my thighs together again.

Me: This isn’t a good idea.

Leonid: So you’ve been saying. Our definition of bad is obviously different. Too late to back out now, solnyshko. You already let me inside you. You already came screaming my name. You’re mine now.

Me: Solnyshko, what does it mean?