Page 36 of Sexting the Single Pakhan

Leonid: Sunshine

I close my eyes, breath shaky. He thinks I’m sunshine? Oh, the things this man does to me. I can’t argue with that.

Leonid: Go to bed, solnyshko. You’ll hear from me tomorrow.

I don’t reply. I set the phone face-down, roll over, and pull the covers up to my chin. Sleep comes eventually. And the next morning, as I’m rushing around my apartment, trying to get ready for work, the doorbell buzzes.

I open the door to find a courier with a black parcel and an electronic clipboard. “Miss Harper?”

“Yeah?”

“I have a delivery for you. Sign here, please.”

I sign, confused. I didn’t order anything.

The box is matte black, no logo, no return address. I carry it inside, set it on the kitchen counter, and my phone rings at the exact same second.

Leonid.

“Hello?”

“Did you get my parcel?” His voice rolls through the line, deep, calm, that faint accent wrapping around the words like smoke.

I blink. “So you’re the one who sent this?”

He growls low. “Who else would be sending packages to your door?”

I laugh. “What’s inside?”

“Open it and see.”

I tuck the phone between my ear and shoulder, tear the tape. What I find inside makes my breath catch.

A vaginal plug. Pink silicone, curved, with a flared base and a small gem at the end that glints under the kitchen light.

I stare. “What…why?”

“Wear it.”

I swallow. “Okay… how does it work?”

There’s a pause. Then his voice drops, rougher. “You don’t have to worry about that. Just put it in. I’ll control it from here.”

My cheeks burn. “How?”

“There’s an app. I have access. Put it on before you leave for school.”

“What?” My voice cracks. “Leonid—”

“Be a good girl,” he says, “and put it in, Laurel.”

The line goes dead.

I stare at the phone, then at the toy in my hand. I should throw it away. I should text him back and tell him no. I should do anything except what I’m about to do.

But when he calls me a good girl, something inside me melts.

I walk back to my bedroom and slide my panties down. The plug is cool at first, smooth silicone against my entrance. I’m already a little wet just from his voice.