“Oh, Reign, honey, you’re too good to me. I can find someone to haul my things. Truly, it’s mainly clothing, other personal items, and a few pieces of furniture I don’t want to leave behind, even if this move turns out to be temporary. They belonged to my mother,” Kathlyn stated.
“It’s no big deal. When?” I prodded gently.
“It should be during the week when he’s at work. I don’t want to fight. Whenever you can get the truck and get away from work, I’ll be ready,” Kathlyn stated.
“I need to make a call or two, but I bet I can have it done no later than Tuesday of next week,” I assured her.
From there, we finished hashing out the details. When the call ended, I was ready to feed my woman and then make sure nothing else concerned her before making love to her until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Sinner: Chapter 13
Despite firing my brother, the issues with Anastasia’s family, hiring Iker to provide security and being busted for it, the closing of the Littleton acquisition, and the revelation I made about myself and House of Lustz, I thought surely nothing else would happen. Wrong. But it was solidly in the pro column.
First, there was the assurance that I had help moving Kathlyn on Tuesday. We arranged to come at eleven, so we had plenty of time to load and haul things away before Savar came home. Kathlyn had thanked me profusely when she was told.
The other positive was that Mikhail had come through and got my woman approved to come to Lustz as my guest. He asked if we’d drop by Saturday night. After consulting with Anastasia, I told him yes. He said he’d see us there.
The plan revealed an unexpected side of her I hadn’t seen. She went into a slightly frantic state, trying to decide what to wear. I told her whatever she was most comfortable in. I got an eyeroll for it. Recalling that conversation made me chuckle.
“I’m comfortable in jeans or scrubs, but I sure wouldn’t wear those there.” Anastasia scoffed at me.
“Your jeans would look great, especially on that perfect ass of yours. What do you think others wear?” I asked.
“Barely there leather, with their everything hanging out. In the most provocative outfits they can find,” she shot back.
Knowing when not to argue, I did the smartest thing I’d ever done. I took out my phone and composed a message to thewomen I counted as friends who went to Lustz: Tajah, Cady, Lexi, Cristiana, and Sharlena. On my phone, they were in a chat group called HOL Queens.
Me: Hey, ladies, hate to bother you, but my woman is going crazy. She’s coming to Lustz for the 1st time on Sat. She needs ideas on what to wear. Help!
“Who are you texting? I’m in need of your help, Rei,” Anastasia protested.
“I know, and I’m getting it. Be patient. I promise you’ll have your answers soon.” Their response to my SOS came almost instantly.
Cady: OMG, you have a girlfriend, and you’ve kept her from us! That’s not fair, Sinner. You wait until I get my hands on you.
Tajah: Chill, bitch, before you scare him off from bringing her.
Lexi: We have tons of things we can show her. Sending photos of my outfits.
Sharlena: I can’t wait to meet her!
Cristiana: You sly devil. Of course, we’ll help. Can’t wait to meet her. What’s her name?
Me: Her name is Anastasia. She’s a chiropractor. That’s all I’m telling you, LOL.
The others chimed in with protests, but they got behind the idea. That was the delay. To pass the time, Anastasia and I discussed what to expect and the basic protocols for our time at Lustz. She asked good questions. After about ten minutes, the responses came pouring in.
The photos were of a variety of outfits—everything from more regular, demure ones to the much more risqué kind. Lexi’s were pretty wild. She shared some of her female Dom—aka Domme—outfits. That wasn’t to say none of the others didn’thave any in that category. But what stood out was the mix of them all.
Seeing those, Anastasia calmed a bit. She eventually told me that she thought she had something she could put together for the first time, and then we’d go shopping soon. I couldn’t wait. We sent off a profuse thank-you message at the end.
That was Thursday night. It was now Saturday. Anastasia refused to let me see what she was wearing until it was time to go. I left her in our bedroom to get ready while I used the main guest bedroom and bathroom to get myself situated.
At the club, I was known as Savage Sinner. My typical outfit was black leather pants with black boots. On my top half was a black mesh, sleeveless shirt. Oftentimes, if I played, it came off. Around my neck was a tight silver chain, and on my wrist was a leather cuff. Those two played into the persona I cultivated. In addition to what I wore, I carried a bag that held my personal ropes.
Yes, the club had numerous colors made of various materials, because anyone into rigging, practicing shibari, or similar activities had preferences for the color and material of their ropes. The staff at Lustz thoroughly cleaned and maintained them. But I was anal and liked to ensure that there were no burs, kinks, or anything that would hurt the skin of my rope partner.
I brought the bag tonight, not because I planned to play with Anastasia, but so that if the chance arose, I could let her see and touch them in the environment where they were used. However, these were brand new ones. I refused to use anything that had touched another woman’s body on my Sia. As soon as we started seeing each other, I ordered replacements for my pieces. We’d add more together over time.
