She lets go of my hand and explores the bedsheets with her hand, running lazily over the silk fabric.
She takes a deep breath, and the sweet aroma of lavender fills her nostrils from the aromatherapy in the room.
She tucks her hair behind her ear nervously as she looks from me to the bed, not understanding what I want her to do.
“Relax, beautiful. Tonight isn’t about me. It’s about you. I’m not going to touch you,” I say.
She nods, but a frown tugs at her lips.
“There is more to see,” I say.
I walk over to the nightstand next to the circular bed.
I pull open the top drawer and wait for her to join me.
She moves next to me and peers into the drawer. A light giggle, followed by a huge blush crosses her cheeks as she eyes the assortment of vibrators and dildos in the drawer.
Carefully, she trains her eyes on me.
“I thought they might help,” I say.
She nods, still blushing.
“I want you to heal. I want you to be able to come and feel pleasure again on your own terms. There is one more thing I arranged that might help.” It also might be too much for her. But I want to show her all the things that could help her.
I lead her over to the large wall of blacked-out glass. I press a button and stare at her, already knowing what is behind the glass. I prefer to study her face as the one-way mirror appears.
Her lips part hungrily as she stares at the beautiful men and woman dancing with each other. Soon they will start making out and then fuck, progressing slowly through each step. It will either turn her on or be too much.
But from the expression of lust on her face, I think it’s turning her on.
I kiss the palm of her hand gently, trying to savor her touch and the scent of sex still lingering on her fingers.
“You did all this for me?” she asks, hesitantly.
“I would do anything for you, Kai. Anything. But yes, when I saw you were struggling to make yourself come, I quickly texted and arranged anything that I could think of that could help you get yourself off. If there is anything else you need, just let me know. But otherwise…” my voice trails off. This is when I leave her alone. Let her explore her own body again. Find pleasure in whatever it is that she needs.
Safety.
Calmness.
Erotic dancers.
Vibrators.
Whatever it is, she should be able to find it here.
Kai’s gaze has gone back to the dancers. I watch them for a moment. Two men are pampering a woman with kisses and slowly undressing her.
But the dancers aren’t what is turning me on—Kai is.
When I look at her and I feel the heat zooming off her body, I harden. Everywhere.
From my grin, to my chest, to my cock. Everything hardens, wanting Kai more than anything.
But I don’t get her.
I don’t get to be selfish anymore.