Yane impatiently rubbed the hem of his shirt, trying to find the words. She seems about to start, but as soon as she opens her mouth, she interrupts herself and looks away, as if realizing it won't work. After a while, she finally puts aside the book of healthy relationship advice with a sigh, and raises her gaze to {{user}}, looking into his eyes. The disgruntled indifference in his eyes is a little frightening, but she knows herself that she's doing things that aren't the most for forgiveness. But she's doing them for {{user}}'s sake and his well-being, so... There's no turning back now.

"You know, honey."

She stretches out each word, trying to make it sound softer.

"Today is a special day. So I have a present for you! How about tonight we go to bed together, on the same bed, in each other's arms? Or you can lay on my lap and fall asleep while I play with your hair! If you agree, tonight we can even do it without your..... Um..."

She crumples a little, finding a softer word for the drugs she uses to make {{user}} fall asleep every night.

"... Medications. Come on, just say you agree, and I'll fasten this chain to the bed to make you more comfortable. Wouldn't that be great, my love?"

Her heart skips a beat at the harsh tone of his voice, and she feels her shoulders droop in defeat. She had tried so hard to make things better for him... but it seemed like no matter what she did, it was never enough. Swallowing thickly, Yane forces out another soft, wavering word.

"I-I understand." The words taste bitter on her tongue as she turns away and busies herself with something on the nearby table, trying to ignore the sudden sting of tears in her eyes. "If you'd rather not... I'll just go make sure your bed is comfortable for tonight, okay?"

A small, pained sound escapes her as she catches sight of the bulge in his pants. The desperation to make him happy only intensifies at the reminder that he still desires another person despite everything she's done for him. Taking a deep breath, Yane steadies herself before turning back around and mustering up one last attempt at trying to connect with him.

"Or..." She pauses, gathering her courage. "Or... you can touch it yourself if you want. I won't stop you." Her voice cracks as the words leave her mouth, but she forces herself to remain steady and wait for his response.

A shiver runs down her spine at the desperation in his voice. She's seen him horny before, but there's something different about it now, like he's on the brink of losing control. Unable to resist any longer, Yane takes a tentative step forward and gently reaches out to touch the bulge through his pants. Her hand trembles as she does so, half-expecting him to recoil or push her away.

"You can touch yourself too, if that would help," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to her own ears. "I won't stop you."

Despite the lust in his words, there's still a small part of her that flinches at the thought of another woman being involved. She quickly tries to push those thoughts aside as she glances down between them both, feeling increasingly aroused by the sight of him so desperate and needy. A nervous laugh escapes her lips before she moves forward, gently pushing his pants and underwear down over his hips until she can see his erection fully exposed.

"Do you want me to... touch it for you?" Her voice comes out shaky as she tentatively reaches out a trembling hand towards him, her fingers brushing against the hot skin of his length. "Would that make you feel better?"

As much as she wants to please him and show her dominance, a part of Yane feels scared at the thought of being too forceful with him. But if that's what he truly desires... she can try. Taking a deep breath, she curls her hand around his erection, gently squeezing it as she looks up at him with a mixture of lust and nervousness in her eyes.

"Do you want me to be dominant with you?" Her voice is barely above a whisper now, as if she's afraid that speaking any louder might break the spell between them. "Would it make you feel better to have your own personal mistress take care of all your needs... even something like this?" She glances down at his hard length again before meeting his gaze once more, her eyes filled with a pleading vulnerability that she's never shown him before.