Chapter 103 Hand Over the Initiative
'Let's try this with a clear head.'
Douglas silently rehearsed it in his mind several times, thinking it must mean what he thought it did.
Instantly, he looked at Regina in disbelief.
Seeing his expression, Regina thought, 'Is the thing happened in the Seasons Hotel still haunting him? Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so cautious, hesitating and retreating repeatedly.'
Regina slowly opened her palm. In her hand was a condom, taken from a box.
She steeled herself. "Wanna try?"
At this moment, in Douglas's eyes, Regina looked like a reckless bunny tempting a fierce beast.
He took the condom from her palm and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."
Because she was fully aware of what she was doing and with whom, Regina was hesitant and couldn't fully let go until she fell into his hot embrace.
He tightened his hold on her slowly, his strong arms wrapping around her, making it hard for her to breathe.
Her mind was in a daze, and she gradually got lost.
In their embrace, he untied her bathrobe, which slid off her soft skin and fell to the ground.
She wore nothing underneath her bathrobe.
Douglas fixed his gaze intense on her.
That look made Regina afraid to meet his gaze, as if she would become his prey in the next second.
Douglas quickly realized he couldn't continue like this.
He couldn't let her think of that night at the Seasons Hotel.
That night, she passively endured too much. Fear, helplessness, and pain all twisted her tightly.
"Tonight, you take the lead."
Generally, men wouldn't give up control in such matters. If they did, it was usually just for some fun.
Regina didn't have much experience in such matters, and if she took the lead, it would probably be like a rusty old machine, only able to operate in fits and starts.
Regina struggled internally for a moment before cautiously asking, "Can you cover your eyes?"
If he couldn't see her embarrassment, she might feel a bit more at ease.
Douglas was stunned momentarilyt, seemingly not expecting her to make such a "tit for tat" request.
Before he could say anything, Regina wrapped herself in a towel and turned around.
She took out a red headband from a bag she carried with her.
Throughout her life, she had countless red headbands.
A red headband seemed to be a deeply ingrained belief in her life.
Of course, Regina had to admit that the red headband brought her a lot of shadows that night at the Seasons Hotel. She even felt that this headband, which carried beautiful memories, was tainted.
Regina's mind was in turmoil.
At this moment, Douglas leaned back on the bed and interrupted her thoughts, saying,"Do whatever you want. Tonight I'm at your disposal."
Regina subtly slowed her breathing and walked to his side.
She hesitantly lifted her hand and covered his eyes with the red headband.
Instantly, Douglas's vision went black.
Douglas still had the leisure to think from her perspective. 'When she drank that spiked drink and was 'violated' by a man whose face she couldn't see, how terrified and struggling she must have been that night?'
In that moment of distraction, he felt a weight on him.
Regina awkwardly climbed onto him, sitting on his waist, hooking her arms around his neck, and lightly kissing him on the lips.
Douglas tilted his head back slightly, swallowing, instinctively wanting to press her head down to deepen the kiss, but remembering his promise, he restrained himself.
The veins bulging on his hand showed how hard it was for him to hold back.
Before long, she indeed pulled away from his lips.
There was no movement beside Douglas, he couldn't see anything, and he didn't know what was happening.
At a close distance, Regina's eyes were hazy as she stared at Douglas.
Douglas's black bathrobe had become loose after she leaned in, revealing a large expanse of well-defined muscles, full of sexual tension and aggression.
But with his eyes covered by the red headband, his restrained appearance created a strong contrast, making it seem like he was the one waiting to be tormented.
When Regina helped him take off his bathrobe, her hand brushed against his chest, and even the brief touch made her feel his heart beating fast.
She kept thinking about the next step.
Even with his eyes covered, Douglas could sense her nervousness and hesitation, and her desperate attempt to do everything right while constantly worrying about messing up.
He was so close to her that her touch was magnified, almost driving him crazy. "Should I take it off myself?"
Regina, relieved, mumbled a vague "Mm."
Despite being in the dark, he seemed to have eyes, doing everything with ease.
Their clothes were scattered messily on the floor, intertwined, winding to the edge of the bed.
Regina didn't dare to look at his lower body. It was like a fire, so hot that it could burn her eyes.
Suddenly, Douglas reached out his hand to her.
Regina lowered her gaze, following his hand, and her eyes fell on the condom he had been holding for a long time.
"I can't see, so I might need your help."
Regina blushed, staring at it for a while before hesitantly taking it.
The condom was thin, slippery, and a bit sticky, making it difficult to handle.
Thus, Douglas endured a long period of torment.
He almost came in her hand.
When she saw the veins bulging on his temples and the sweat on his forehead, her expression instantly looked like a subordinate waiting to be scolded by their boss.
"Sorry, did I hurt you?"
He panted heavily, a bit helplessly pulling at the corner of his mouth. "It's not about pain."
The room fell silent again. Only the sound of their intertwined breaths could be heard.
After a long silence, Regina braced herself and asked, "Can we start now?"
Years of longing and desire in Douglas surged out like a flood breaking through a dam.
His rationality was slowly eroded, bit by bit.
Regina once thought that someone like Douglas would be the rational and restrained one, even in sex.
But she was wrong.
If he could really restrain himself, how could there have been that night at the Seasons Hotel?
How could there be tonight?
In the heat of the moment, she called his name.
At that moment, he was willing to die in this indulgence.
