Pleasure Therapist || Ryeji ff

- Chapter 23 -

Yeji slid into the driver's seat of her car, shutting the door to watch Ryujin settle into the passenger side. Her lovely assistant had barely spoken since the workshop ended, offering only a handful of syllables in response to the small talk Yeji attempted to initiate while they packed up to leave. Having finally reached the privacy of her vehicle, she intended to force whatever conversation Ryujin seemed determined not to have.

"Hey." She touched Ryujin's arm, triggering a perceptible flinch. "Sweetheart, are you okay?"

Ryujin stared straight ahead at the parking garage wall, steadfastly avoiding her curious gaze. "I told you I'm fine." She rested her head against the seat and closed her eyes. "Just tired. Butt sex takes a lot out of me."

"You're not beating yourself up over not being able to take that last dildo, are you? Because I totally understood. It's a lot harder to relax with all those people watching. You were right to stop me, and honestly, it was valuable for the class to witness such a strong example of the receiving partner knowing and communicating her limits. I was seriously proud of the way you handled the situation. As far as I'm concerned, tonight was an unqualified success with or without the strap-on." Yeji waited for a response that never came, wishing she knew how to penetrate the barrier Ryujin had thrown up. "If this mood you're in isn't about the strap-on, then please tell me what's got you so upset. I can't fix it if I don't know what's wrong."

Snorting, Ryujin muttered, "You couldn't fix it even if you did."

Jennie broke into a cold sweat. What the hell had happened? They'd met early that morning at the diner down the street from their apartment building for pancakes and a hushed debrief of Thursday's meeting, and while the conversation hadn't been overly effusive, Yeji had assumed the public venue was to blame. Driving to the workshop together that evening, they'd sung along to Queen on the radio, rocking out harder than Yeji had in what felt like an entire lifetime. They hadn't done a lot of talking then, either, but she'd seen no sign of a yawning chasm opening up between them. Yet now she seemed to be standing at the edge of a horrific abyss, unable to fathom how she'd created such a tremendous distance. Tonight's sex hadn't exactly lived up to their practice session, but had Ryujin really expected it to? Why get so bent out of shape about less-than-perfect sex, anyway?

Was this even about tonight?

Afraid she already knew the answer - and why
Ryujin doubted her ability to repair what was broken - Yeji said, calmly, "Why don't you let me be the judge of that?"

Ryujin sighed, then whipped around to pin Yeji with a borderline accusatory stare. "So what's the story with that last workshop you originally asked me to do? How to Make Love, I think you called it? You never bothered to mention if I still needed to be available."

Hackles raised at Ryujin's confrontational tone, Yeji took a measured breath before she answered. "You're right, and I'm sorry. Even with all my proselytizing to clients about the importance of communication, mine isn't always the greatest."

Ryujin scoffed. "Understatement.

Ignoring her bait, Yeji went on. "I decided to change the topic and offer refunds to anyone who requested them. Only one couple took me up on that. I sent them a voucher to attend a future session free of charge, for their trouble. You know, on top of the refund. So anyway, yes...if you're free, I'd love your assistance next Saturday."

Ryujin's eyes glittered strangely, hinting at myriad ways this conversation could unfold - none of them good. "Care to let me in on the subject matter before I answer?"

"Facesitting and femmedom." Yeji mustered an impish grin, aiming to win Ryujin over with their reliably incendiary sexual chemistry. "I assumed you would approve. As far as who gets to be on top.. that's your call."